This week I rediscovered a dark part of me that I thought I had put to rest. For most people, the routine journey home from work brings few surprises. Mine took me back 20 years in a flash.
At the station a man was harassing a grandmother, her daughter and grandchildren. It happens. But it was the timing that shook me. The family were Muslims of South Asian origin, in headscarves and the man was gesticulating: “Go home, this is England.” This was three days after Oslo. The children looked petrified. And the man did not expect what happened next. [Harry’s Place] Read more
