imagine
Imagine you wake up, and on your way to work, you see a billboard with a stereotypical image of black people; you get to work, and you hear your colleagues mouthing off, some times unconsciously, attitudes that could be, at least, racially insensitive; you see that your bosses are almost exclusively white and subordinates are mainly black; at lunch you read a tabloid newspaper and see racially offensive headings and articles; after work you go to the pub and you hear behind your back people saying black people are either illegals or welfare scroungers; you go to the soccer match on Saturday and the crowd is screaming profanities against black players; you watch the television with your family and the few black characters you see are mostly stereotypes: pimps, pushers, prostitutes, gangsters, boxers, corner shop owners. Imagine living that existence every single day of one's life and is it then any wonder that black people go 'mad'? Perhaps the wonder is that there are not more.
But perhaps you cannot imagine...
