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today I was in a pub in a coastal town

I'm white and from London

other white people in the pub were in a group talking about darkies in my city (which is multicultural)

i instantly saw them as ''the other''

i instantly identified with the darkies as ''us''

why

because I'm a liberal..no

because I'm politically correct...no

because I'm a wigger...no

because we grew up together and I know these people as people and friends.

they however would be very foreign to my area.

the homogenous group in my head isn't the darkies.

the darkies are part of ''us''. 3 or 4 of our gang growing up

provincial racist people were more akin to people who we f***ed up

so mixed areas breed an understanding of racists as ''the other'', the external threat. that is over and above my own skin color.

my loyalty to my friends growing up runs deeper

the bottom line to this is simple.

to the racists we are the other. they just don't see me as this because I'm am white. but they hate what is outside of themselves in the same way.

they are wrong and they do deserve to die for their mistake and id happily kill them.

and ultimately I'm right

the only good racist is a dead racist.

when you attack others on your own misunderstanding that is a mental illness you deserve to die for.

and I would happily take a brick to one of these people and spend five or ten minutes caving their f***in face in. until there was just mush and a dehumanised face and bits of brain and a twitching body left.

but still . makes you think don't it.