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  • It was late and very dark, one winter evening when he decided to leave to get to the university library before it closed.

    I said, "You've already missed the train. The next is not for another half hour."

    "I'm going to Thames Ditton."

    "You still won't make it in time.....wait. You're not using the short cut behind the houses, through the woods are you?"

    "Of course."

    "No you can't! It's too dark and dangerous and there may be some Jeffrey Dahmer lurking there. You..."

    "Mum. Mum! Don't forget, I AM the "black" kid. If anyone's on that path and they see ME coming, especially with my hoodie up, THEY turn and go a different direction. I have the path to myself."

    This enraged me at first because I know my son will help the old lady carry her bags and was going to university and you know what; damn right. He taught me a lesson right there. Turn a negative into a positive.

    A stigma attached.

    A generalisation.

    An assumption.


    A degree.
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