I want to start off by saying that I am not looking for sympathy or pity; many others have it far worse than I do. I am British, born and bred. I am married to a British wife and have a young daughter. I grew up in London in the 1980s and 1990s. I saw first-hand the issues regarding race tensions and the campaign of terror of the IRA – and lost a serving friend to them. I never gave in to hatred for anyone. I was raised to respect anyone and everyone. I grew up proud to be British, proud of our resilience, and – in later years – I became proud of our tolerance. I genuinely thought that perhaps we had turned a corner and stopped thinking of others xenophobically.
Yasmin’s Story
My mother was born in the UK. My grandparents, however, were from Spain.
My story began when my British (with Spanish heritage) mother married my father, who’s originally from Iraq, and had me in 1991…