A Rare Racist Post.

I’ve developed a curious yen to hug a black person, only sadly I don’t know any. Abused, enslaved and foolishly reviled for centuries, they remain proud and indomitable. And they have the very best smile of all.

I once told the story on this blog about the two black boys who lived near to me when I was a kid; of how, having been negatively conditioned by post-colonial propaganda, none of us white kids would mix with them because they scared us. I still feel sad and guilty about that to this day.