When I was teeny
I could barely speak. I couldn't hear much and sort of grunted. My first few years were all speech therapy and determination. I didn't watch much TV because of this. My mum has recently told me a story when I managed to make her go BRIGHT red:

When I was about 5, there was a big thing going around when I was little, about 'the black man and woman'. These people weren't racist as such, they were just uninformed. Looking back, I think it was when the Somalians were coming over. I was really sheltered in those early years, and just assumed that they were white people in black clothes. I was shit-scared of goths, put it that way!

Anyway, I was walking with my mum to the shops, and a Pakistani woman walks past. I had my eye on her the minute she was in sight, and could only GAWK at her. The sort where my nose was wrinkled up, following her every move and eventually looking over my shoulder. I then said (very loudly, a weird compromise that some deaf people do) MAMMY, IS THAT A NIGGER?

When we turned the corner she nearly pissed herself laughing.
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 20:02, Reply)