Because You Are Different …

The heart expressed in this blog is the kind I wished we all harbored. I don’t reblog often, but this one is truly worthy of much sharing.

catterel

I grew up in a white working-class area of the English Midlands in the middle of the twentieth century, and didn’t meet anyone who wasn’t white till I went to university in Liverpool in 1959. In my hall of residence, among others, there was a jolly Jamaican making delicious dishes in our shared kitchen, a sweet Chinese girl who played the piano like a professional, and a beautiful Indian girl with long hair down to her ankles. We also had a black Jamaican President of the Students’ Union in the early sixties. So my primary reaction was Wow! Awe and admiration! These were amazing, talented and exotic people, interesting to talk to and be with.

My first personal encounter with racism came a couple of years later in France, where my landlady was most upset because her niece was set on marrying an Algerian. I was studying in an international…

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One thought on “Because You Are Different …

  1. catterel March 7, 2019 / 5:29 pm

    Thanks for reblogging my post. It’s good to know other people are equally perplexed! (and that’s a word we both spell the same 🙂 )

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