.In what was actually an unfavorable chance, it was actually in the course of this transformative week in Barbados that England became subject to common racist confusions. After the tragic murders of three young girls in Southport final month, EDL participants had hijacked the pain of those weeping in an attempt to justify terrible assaults on Muslim people as well as other indigenous minorities. In Manchester where I live, a Muslim family was actually gone after by a man with a chainsaw A Dark male was jumped by far-right members in the town center where I constant. Coming from the security of palm trees as well as picturesque seashores, I checked out video recordings of politicians struggling to flex their mealy mouths to claim the phrases "prejudiced" and "Islamophobia". I checked out as "demonstrators" smashed and melted the quite home they claimed they were actually dealing with to "repossess". I paniced for the safety of my family members. I resided in Barbados, the home of my father and also grandparents, but my true home resided in disarray. Given that the journey as well as the confusions, I've been reflecting about what home implies to me ever since..