Racial Fear

Racial Fear. From the parking place, at the supermarket, I had to take a lift one floor down. Outside the lift three black youths slouched and when I entered the lift they came in too, swaggering as only the unsure can. As lift´s door closed I jumped back to the parking place; scared ran into my car and looked the doors. I said to myself, this is idiotic, I had the image from TV of a black young man with a cleaver in his hand dripping blood like he had just killed a deer, and he was shouting about people killed in Afghanistan like his inane actions would help them. I had been silly victim of lurid newspapers propaganda, took the lift back down to the supermarket. saw them storming out grinning crazily having robbed the till.