As a black female who grew up in a majority white town, attended majority white educational institutions, competed in a majority white sport and works in a majority white industry. Dodging peoples ignorance and prejudice based on the colour of my skin has become a way of life.
When I was younger I looked forward to the day when my skin colour would no longer be a barrier. To the day when people would just accept me as a person and descriptions of me would not be prefixed by my skin colour. I would be a person, just like them. Not a black girl or member of a community different to theirs, just me.
Recently however, I have experienced something which completely shattered that ideal. It has made me realise that perhaps, even though we are in the 21st Century, and there is a lot of rhetoric surrounding improved race relations and the perceived successful diversity in the UK, especially in London. There is still a long way to go. Continue reading %s