I grew up in a rough all-white neighbourhood, so as a child was deeply self-conscious of my skin color. When I was 8 or 9 I'd put on talcum powder before school to look whiter, but rather than convince the other kids that I was like them, it convinced them I was the walking dead.
In nursery, when we played ring-a-roses, some kids wouldn't hold hands with me (or the mixed race kid). Each day, while passing a bus stop on the way to school, I'd receive racial abuse and stones thrown at my head. Once in a while, a stranger in the street would call me a paki.
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Yuck, where and when was this?
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Early to mid 90s, Whitnash, L/Spa.
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