I am a proud flag waving pure Englishman ................ or maybe not.
I grew up in a rough area where there were only white people around, so the stories told by my peers about 'blackies' were accepted without question.
I took me until I was 17 to realise people from other backgrounds were ... eeer .... people just like me.
That all started after a night on the juice, being demi-dragged by a mate into my first Chinese take away, that place where they sold cat meat as chicken, or so the stories went.
Even in my less than sober state I could see the woman behind the counter was less than happy at the abuse she was getting from the customers, and I didn't like it at all.
I did like the sweet and sour chicken, so I took to visiting at least once a week. One quiet evening I asked her how to say 'thank you' in Chinese (Having to clue there were many Chinese languages and she spoke Cantonese).
Anyway, I gave my lousy pronunciation a blast when she brought out my food, seeing a notable smile on her face when I said it.
On later visits I also noted the portion size increased - being nice did me a good turn.
That set me on a course that rejected racism as stupidity, and allowed me to realise people are just people, regardless of their skin colour, race, religion, or whatever other box people get stuffed into.
I also did a little checking of my own family, realising a had a half West Indian whatever a cousin's daughter's son is. I also found out a little of my own line, getting a few shocks there as well.
Muslims, Christians and Jews all in one family - that'll upset a few extremists of all camps who prefer war to peace, but they can get stuffed.
As a bonus, I discovered amazing food from around the world, made a whole host of new mates, and was treated to a terrific number of cultural shows I would have missed if the bigoted words of the idiots from my younger days had stuck with me.
I suppose the climax would be my getting married to a non white, non British nagging wife, did I say, "Nagging"? Sorry, I meant beautiful.
Then this came to my attention.
The question at the end is, "Would you like to take that journey?".
Oh, yer babe, I'd love to do that one.
I wonder where I can get a DNA test around here.
So, dudes and dudettes, do you know where you're from?