When mishaps occur and everything seems to be going wrong, any
time from then things will turn around suddenly and I will rise again. This
seems to happen to me the thing is to persevere and keep on going. I can
remember in the job centre looking and answer as the assistant’s questions, in a depressed and mono toned way, and I
telling her that things are bad and I am about to be evicted. She quaintly
replied that I would need to give her my change of address, soon yah.
I had an outer of body
experience and could see my pathetic form talking to a person who was not in
the slightest bit interested in me and my circumstances. She had the set
questions to ask and that was final.
I was a “black” and she knew how despicable “blacks” could be. At
least with the British we went to the same schools; watched the same television
programmes shared the same culture. Racism was one of trying to integrate in a dysfunctional
“multicultural entity” called society.
With the Eastern European newly elevated status as “boss” they
were “Not understanding me, how you say.......... you want to work no!!! We
have plenty work, you work hard..... Good. Not like lazeeee.”
I looked in her eyes and swallowed the bitter bile as it rose in
my throat. [A Thought bubble Like steam wafted above my head] showing years of
oppression and the fight for equality in Britain. The reverting back to
oppressive prejudicial forces, as the Eastern Europeans, brings their version
of racism. I am going back to the future and tasting what my parents and their
generation had to put up with, only to return to the oppressive forces; A
moving back to square one or a new resistance?
This person is interviewing me for a job in Britain is Eastern
European? Anything I say or do will be prejudicially judged and used against me
and justified by her mentor from some Slavic regime. All I can do is be staring
in disbelief, No!!!] She speaks to another client in her accentuated gibberish
as she speaks to him i Recognise terms that she omitted to speak to me like SIA
licence and CIS card to work. She asks me. “Have you been a criminal?”
No I respond with a straight face, my SIA licence does not permit this. “Oh you
have SIA, good she scrutinise this card with such precision, and I swear she
must have been a police woman or secret agent somewhere in Europe.
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