Originally posted on Skywarriors Blog:
“Were you involved in the London riots then?”
“When and why did you leave Sudan?” The thug in the uniform had singled out one of the only African men on the trip. The man was carrying a British passport. This didn’t seem to deter the Neanderthal from grilling the man. I found it just a little offensive.
“Identification sir?” I handed him my passport, “What is your occupation?” At that moment I don’t know what came over me, maybe I remembered the stories my father had told me of the signs outside digs or accommodation for working men in London. They read ‘No Blacks, No Dogs, and No Irish. “I am I obliged to answer that?” I replied
It was 6am in a miserable ferry port in Scotland. I have spent the last 11 hours on the bus, travelling up from London. It’s the cheapest and…
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