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Racism On Record is a space for you to share your experience of racism safely and anonymously.

There’s no need to worry about having your experience dismissed, being ostracised for speaking up or having to go through a stressful formal grievance process. You can share on your own terms.

Why share your experience?

Every submission is reviewed by a moderator, and therefore treated with the respect it deserves. Not only that, but sharing your story alleviates any emotional burden you may be feeling from keeping your experiences private. And sharing your experience gives others the confidence to share their own experiences. Finally you’ll be helping humanise the experiences of racism, which isn’t always captured in official reporting and statistics.

How to use this website

Have you experienced racism in your life? Then share your story with us anonymously by filling in the form below – making sure to follow our guidance to keep everyone safe.

Need support in dealing with racism? Then check out our Support Organisations page for links to support organisations in the UK, the US, Australia and South Africa.

Want to learn how to be anti-racist? Then check out our Anti-Racism Resources page for a directory of resource packs, books and videos.

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Can allies use this website?

Yes – of course! Below you can read the experiences of real people facing racism in their lives. You can also check out our Anti-Racism Resources page to improve your understanding of racism, and understand how to be a great ally everyday.

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Recent stories

  • Harassment, false allegations and police ambivalence
    We recently moved to a heavily Eastern European populated area in Ealing. My family have lived in Ealing for over 50 years. A White family have stolen our trash (!) tried to break into our home, incited their children to terrorise my Autistic child, made false allegations against us. The police refuse to investigate my complaints but have pulled me in for questioning when they’ve made vindictive online complaints against us. I’m now on anti depressants and barely able to get out of bed in the morning
  • Workplace racism at major tech company
    I worked for a MAJOR tech company and transferred to a new group. The new manager could not stand that I, a brown guy, is the go to guy. All the time she would ask who is helping me, where did I find the information, who double checked that my work is correct, and a million other questions that she doesn’t ask my white colleagues. Anyway, one day, a white co-worker explicitly discriminated against me. Other colleagues saw it and became quiet. They have bills to pay too. But they are also white. I complained but got retaliated against (smaller bonus, no raise). When I asked for HR to become involved, I got fired. Most of this is documented. However, the all white management decided to hire the largest (well among the largest) law firm to fight on their behalf. The story is yet to be concluded ……
  • Racism from my own community
    It is great to start sharing stories about racism, as a lot of people do not understand what it feels like. I for one spent a lot of my younger years believing I had never faced racism. However as I got older I reaise I had but had just brushed a lot of it off or blanked it out or worse still laughed it off. The racism I faced was from other Asians as my skin tone is very dark and therefore Pakistani’s and other “light skinned” Asians would call me ugly or other names. It hurt as it was something I had no control over, this was me. At least “white” racists were racist regardless of your skin tone but when it comes from your own community that hurts a lot.
  • “Are you offended?”
    When I was in sixth form (education system for people in the UK typically aged 16 to 18) I was friends with people who enjoyed making Islamophobic jokes. On one occasion one of them asked me if I was offended – in a tone that suggested I would be wrong to be offended by the jokes they’d just told. I was the only south Asian in that group. I said I wasn’t offended, but in reality I was very offended. I felt coerced, and unable to speak up due to the fear of being ostracised. I’m no longer friends with those people.
  • “P*ki bomber”
    I was walking with my dad in the local shopping centre. This was a few weeks after the London bombings in 2005. A group of white teenagers walked past us. One of them simply said “P*ki bomber.” I felt embarrassed and upset that someone would associate me and my family with terrorism for no reason other than the colour of our skin.
  • “I’m Going To Have To Break Your Nose”
    I was at a club night at university. I was chatting with a guy whose family are from the same country as mine, but of a different ethnicity. When I told him my ethnicity he replied “Don’t say that, because otherwise I’m going to have to break your nose.” He seemed to genuinely mean that, but thankfully he didn’t attack me. I didn’t expect racism from someone with the same national heritage as me. It was disturbing.
  • “Where are you REALLY from?”
    When I was a teenager I played cricket at my local cricket club. One of the dads asked me where I was from. When I told him I was from the local town he asked “No. Where are you really from?” It was an alienating and unnecessary comment to make. Particularly to a child.
  • Uni Friends Referred To Me As “Brown Mike”
    At the end of my first year of university I found out that my white friends in my halls of residence had been referring to me behind my back as “brown Mike” (not my real name) so as to not confuse me with a white friend of theirs with the same first name as mine. I felt devalued and disrespected.
  • Casual racism at school
    I had to put up with casually racist comments from classmates on numerous occasions when I was at school. They would mock foreign accents. They would refer to the corner shop near our school as a “P*ki shop.” They would use the N-word “ironically.” I felt outnumbered, and just wanted to fit in, so I ended up never challenging their behaviour for fear of being ostracised. I didn’t realise how toxic that environment was until very recently. I rarely (if ever) speak to anyone I went to school with, and thankfully am now in a position where I can prioritise sharing my time with people who are anti-racist.
  • I was called a black c*nt
    I was performing a stand-up comedy set in a local pub. A drunk white guy heckled me early on in the set. Based on his slurred comments it appeared to be due to the colour of my skin. After the set he came up to me and apologised – “affectionately” saying “come here, you black c*nt” and giving me a hug. I didn’t know how to respond. I just accepted it because, in my mind at the time, at least he wasn’t being aggressive towards me.
  • Having my British nationality questioned
    I attended a university society meeting. I was sat next to a white woman. We were chatting – during which I asked her where she was from. She then asked me where I was from. When I answered she replied “But where are you really from?” This made me feel that I couldn’t be genuinely British simply because I wasn’t white.
  • Parents Told Not To Speak To Me In Mother Tongue
    When I was in play school I could speak three different languages (including English). Because I’d answer the teacher’s questions in three different languages in one sentence she told my parents to stop speaking to me in our native languages at home. My parents – who were raised to revere authority figures such as teachers, and wanted the best for my education – dutifully obliged. I feel robbed of my culture – it’s too impractical for me to re-learn those languages at this stage in my life. The teacher had no place telling my parents which languages they should and should not speak in the privacy of their own home.
  • Racial abuse in the street

    Back in 2011 I was walking home from a night out with my white friends. A car drove past us and a white female passenger shouted “You’re a P*ki” (directing her message at me). One of my white friends tried to stand up for me, but the car had already gone.

    I felt mixed about it – I was sad, but also used to it from the racism I experienced growing up.

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