“Can you move down. Excuse me, can you move down. Yes you move down. Please” always makes me cringe when the train is full and there is no down to move to. The reply come from a lady “Speak to me properly” and this is where it escalated. “Don’t tell me how to speak when you can’t even speak English. I said please. Look it up if you don’t know what it means”. One passenger cannot speak English and the other passenger cannot understand English. Even in her broken English it was clear that she did not feel as if she was spoken to correctly, but, when you in a Monday morning rage and looking for a seat where there isn’t any, you will fight your shadow. The antagonist marched past before stopping, huffing, puffing and realising there were no seats to sit her anger in and stood there, three feet from the very person she had just insulted. There was a few seconds silence before words were thrown towards the angered beast as she defended the defenceless and argued against, what was seen, as a racist tirade against a foreigner whose English was not up to scratch. Now you cannot call a Black person racist, it’s not allowed. Racism is the reserve of whites only, it’s the reserve of Europeans only, and in fact it’s the reserve of every colour under the human rainbow, except Black. Which is not a colour, and neither is white. Racism is the sibling of Ignorance and hand in hand they are never far apart and always there when someone needs an easy way out. Nothing draws concern or attention and disarms all like being asked or accused of being racist. The attacked is now the attacker, the hunted is now the prey as you stand there wondering how defending yourself, you have turned into the indefensible. On the train this morning, a black lady got onto the train and rudely told people to move down. She was then told by a foreigner to talk to her “properly” to which she was told to learn how to speak English before you tell me how to talk. This then escalated into both passengers attacking each other before being pulled apart, which escalated into accusations of racism by fellow passengers against the black lady who told them all that she would never be racist and that everyone should mind their own business. 8am. Monday morning. On a crowded day heading for the madness that is central London. God help us. God help us all.
We are falling apart and we are proud of it. We are proud to be white. We are proud to be black. We are proud to be a colour. We are proud to be everything but human and one race together. What is going on? The world is getting smaller and we are getting further apart. Then again, put into perspective, we might be looking for more incidents of racism as the media seemed obsessed with reporting on any racist related incident no matter how small. Social media allows us to expose racism with videos of white policemen beating or shooting black teenagers and seemingly unarmed men. Your physic needs to be so damaged by with centuries of rule, putting you at the bottom of the pack, that when a cop shouts stop, you continue running. When a cop shouts stop, you stop. When a policeman searches you, you get nervous or laugh. By you I mean a white person, who I am, who’s done nothing wrong. I will tell my friends like a badge of honour, naively. That’s because I am white, and I have done nothing wrong. Black people are more likely to get stopped and searched and that not because they have done something wrong, that’s because they are seen as more likely to have done something wrong.
I cannot begin to comment on the history of the human race, how life comes from Africa, how we landed up spread across the world and how that played a role in the colour of our skin and why black people are more likely to get stopped than white. All I do know is what I see, and what I see is, nothing has changed since the first day my eyes opened and I witnessed people could hate each other because of the colour of their skin. Racism is alive, and will forever be alive, if we continue to be proud of our skin colour. Maybe it’s easy for me to write this being white but I am not proud of my skin colour, I am proud to be human, I am proud to live life by an ethical code which I aspire to live by and mostly fall short. I know white people who are proud to be white, and they are mostly the pro-Nazi supremacists. Loving ones colour over another is the foundation on which all hate is built, but we humans love nothing more than to hate, as it then allows us to love, sometimes.