Cookie Club in Nottingham last night, I bump into an old school friend of mine on the dancefloor. Conversation continues well enough for a few minutes, before I come out and ask him straight: "So, are you still a racist?"
Yes, it would appear. Some of his highlights of the following conversation include...
"If I'm on the Underground and I don't like the look of somebody that gets on, I get off and wait for the next train"
"Right then", I replied, "so you are still a racist I take it?"
"Look Mark, I might be a little bit racist, but as I see it, it's better to be racist than dead"
Urgh. URGH. What a tosser. When pushed further for his reasoning he said that as I was brought up in Nottingham I had no appreciation for the situation, that he's well versed in being from Bradford. Even the local papers, he says, report the bare facts of the situation where a lot of non-white people are responsible for a large proportion of the crime (I have yet to investigate whether or not Bradford's local press is owned by the Daily Mail).
Would any of our Yorkshire cousins like to comment on these opinions? At that point in the conversation anyway, I simply had to walk away. But I wish I'd challenged him more, instead of him floating along not thinking his opinions are utterly deplorable.
So yeah, in conclusion: URGH.