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Boo? At who?

Booing at men, because they are black, because they missed scoring in a football match! Who are those idiots whose voices rang across the stadium, whose social media entries are criminally abusive? How can anyone judge another because their skin is the colour they themselves seek to attain by sunbathing?


How can anyone act so stupidly? We are all human.


And we began in African, we moved in to the Middle East, then into Asia and Europe. We are all cousins. But even if we weren’t, we need not abuse one another. OK, there’s far too many of us, but we in Britain began the Industrial Revolution which prompted the increased in world populations by saving lives, so who are we to complain?


And the Planet groans because of us. OK, the rest of the world is trying to catch up, but we began the brainlessness of this abject consumerism. And in many other ways we’ve not been a good example to the rest of the world. Britain dominated and ruined other cultures to suit our own pockets. OK it’s history, but it still hurts today.


In Kenya, the tribe I loved as a child kept defeating the invading British from 1895-1905. Bereft, we called for a Peace Treaty in 1906. When they laid down their arms to talk, we shot them. All their leaders. All their best warriors. We chased the rest, killed as many as we could. Then we corralled their population into fenced off settlements which we guarded. That is a trillion times worse than missing a goal.


Any one but us has the right to boo, to boo us. Yet they do not. Because they know we are all cousins. And cousins, let’s put our energy where it is needed - to repair the damage we have wrought….


#marcusrashford

#footballabuse

#englandvsitaly

#footballfinal

#nanditribe

#colonialism

#imperialbritain

#kenya



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