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 reasonContinue reading ““P*ki bomber””
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.
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 blackContinue reading “I was called a black c*nt”
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 aboutContinue reading “Racial abuse in the street”