"we brandish words like rapiers"

“You from Trinidad! But you not half-caste!” “I’m sorry?” Walking out of Brixton tube station and into the rain, my forlorn pink umbrella, long conquered by the wind, hanging uselessly by my side. “Excuse me miss!” The voice, polite and distinctly not English, cut through the insistent chorus of skunkweedtravelcardsgetyourhighgrade. I paused. An older man, [...]

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