now all about keeping the blacks and Pakis happy. And if we ‘But it’s complain say they’ll we’re racist.’ She puts her mug down on the tray with a bang that makes Harry cry. Georgina takes him out of the pram and cuddles him to her shoulder. Her Mum bat an eyelid. doesn’t tell you racist. They bloody are. Those posh buggers. Where ‘But I’ll who’s are all the Pakis in their neighbourhoods?’ I usually ignore Mum. She goes on too much and talks a load of shit, but Georgina’s today making sense. true. I shrug my shoulders. she’s It’s They shove them all here. Sweep them under the carpet and let us ‘Exactly. deal with them. But the ones who suffer, not those bastards in the we’re Government. They just let us get on with it. Ruining our neighbourhoods and then blaming us like the reason all the foreigners came here in the first we’re place. And when we get angry and do something about it they tell us in we’re the wrong and in the right and we all have to live side by side and like they’re it or lump it. And not even allowed to complain when a family with a we’re new born baby are told they have to live with their parents because all the houses have been given to coloured people just got off the boat. who’ve It’s just not bloody fair.’ Mum is crying. I think it was possible. I thought she was made of Georgina’s didn’t leather and iron. more upset than me and Georgina and not even her who She’s it’s got a flat. I am pissed off though. I still feel the anger looping figures of eight hasn’t in my guts. The Pakis get everything done for them and left behind. It makes we’re me mad. I want to live with my Mum got a fucking kid, my own don’t anymore. I’ve family. Why should we have to live like this? We just up sticks and go to can’t Pakiland and get given a house. And why should we? lived here all my life. I’ve
‘But now it’s all about keeping the blacks and Pakis happy. And if we complain they’ll say we’re racist.’ She puts her mug down on the tray with a bang that makes Harry cry. Georgina takes him out of the pram and cuddles him to her shoulder. Her Mum doesn’t bat an eyelid. ‘But I’ll tell you who’s racist. They bloody are. Those posh buggers. Where are all the Pakis in their neighbourhoods?’ I usually ignore Georgina’s Mum. She goes on too much and talks a load of shit, but today she’s making sense. It’s true. I shrug my shoulders. ‘Exactly. They shove them all here. Sweep them under the carpet and let us deal with them. But we’re the ones who suffer, not those bastards in the Government. They just let us get on with it. Ruining our neighbourhoods and then blaming us like we’re the reason all the foreigners came here in the first place. And when we get angry and do something about it they tell us we’re in the wrong and they’re in the right and we all have to live side by side and like it or lump it. And we’re not even allowed to complain when a family with a new born baby are told they have to live with their parents because all the houses have been given to coloured people who’ve just got off the boat. It’s just not bloody fair.’ Georgina’s Mum is crying. I didn’t think it was possible. I thought she was made of leather and iron. She’s more upset than me and Georgina and it’s not even her who hasn’t got a flat. I am pissed off though. I still feel the anger looping figures of eight in my guts. The Pakis get everything done for them and we’re left behind. It makes me mad. I don’t want to live with my Mum anymore. I’ve got a fucking kid, my own family. Why should we have to live like this? We can’t just up sticks and go to Pakiland and get given a house. And why should we? I’ve lived here all my life.