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I hate racists. I can’t help it. I grew up surrounded by national front nutters and aggressive skinheads… The national front would leaflet outside my school gate everyday. I saw the dregs of humanity, brandishing their pathetic notion of patriotism with bovver boots and Union Jack t-shirts, marching the streets of Chatham. I remember the hate-filled faces, charged with mindless loathing, pressed up against my brother’s car window as we drove slowly through their filthy protests at the existence of a wider world… I remember the pain of their daily violence… I remember the mocking laughter of their ugly faces following anyone who dared to look different. I was a kid then. I’m not now… I watch these racist trolls come at me tonight with their insults and abuse and I look at their profiles. Mostly anonymous fake names or numbers, with no picture, or bots. Mainly cowards. I remember how small I was then… and I look at how many of you followers notice and like each tweet I post and I know I’m not that kid who felt isolated and alone. Racists are pathetic, desperate to scapegoat others for their own inadequacy. Their kind eventually wither and fade away. They always have… Thank you all for being here… 🙏🏾💫

Cool tweet, this one, Rob. Nelson Mandela once told me in person that “we are free to be free” in his own home. He was a boxer too in early life, as well as a lawyer. I guess great people value freedom to define their own identity and not have it dictated to by a hostile world.

Human brain cells in a lab dish have now learned to play “pong”, a digital bat and ball game. That game is their universe… Nothing exists for them beyond it. So I wonder what exists beyond our own reality. Perhaps unimaginable compassion and possibility. apple.news/AR50_zrl9SYKt2l6F…