Half-caste, I thought. I hadn’t heard that one in a while. Not since Mum fell out with Aunty Doris, who… — Ben Aaronovitch
Half-caste, I thought. I hadn’t heard that one in a while. Not since Mum fell out with Aunty Doris, who having grown up in Jamaica in the 1950s regarded political correctness as something that happened to other people.
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