Racism from my experience

Over the last few days I've been called a racist,a supporter of a racist & told that I don't know what racism is.

I remember (as a child) finding out I have family I'd never meet bcoz they had disowned my white mum bcoz she married my black dad.

I remember my teacher in primary school telling me I'm defiantly adopted bcoz white women like my mum don't give birth to "kids like me"

I remember having "Monkey, Jungle baby, Gowliwog & the N word" shouted at me

I remember my mother having N lover & monkey shouted her/us

I've been told to go home more times then I can count.

I remember me & my dad being stopped while trying to enter restaurants behind my mum.

I remember how ppl would look at me my mum & dad with hate in their eyes.

I remember a neighbour being chums with my mum until he saw us "jungle babies" then he took it upon himself to shout abuse at me us until one day he axed his way through our front door.

I remember my black grandparents having a ton of Irish mates bcoz NO BLACKS NO IRISH NO DOGS brings ppl together.

I remember their Windrush stories & how this country asked them to come here & the way they where treated & how it was to embarrassing for them to return home.

I remember how i/my family felt when our government decided that the Windrush generation was no longer needed/wanted in this country.

I have a lot of memories of racism,some of them small some of them huge. I know what racism is & I know what it's not.