We’ve had a brown president in the White House and today, that palest of institutions, the Royal family, is formally admitting a mixed-race girl into its bosom. Wow, just wow.
I do wonder, speaking as a mixed-race girl myself, does this acceptance of colour into one of the world’s oldest monarchies mean that brown people have finally been acknowledged as being an integral part of the fabric of modern society?
It’s funny growing up as neither one thing nor the other, embracing two cultures, two colours and many different blood lines. My memories of being the only little brown kid in a very white part of Kent are not altogether happy. If I’d had a pound for every time I’d been called a ‘Paki’ or been told to ‘go back to where I came from’, it might have made the almost continual racial abuse more tolerable.
As it was, I just had to put up with the other kids’ ignorance and bigotry.
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