![]() ![]() When I was 15, after years of my mother appealing, I was eventually tested by an educational psychologist and found to be dyslexic. My mother ultimately taught me how to read, because I’m dyslexic. We spent the weeks before the exams doing past papers over and over again, which is how we passed and went to university. I only studied A Levels because my friends and I worked out that we had to hothouse ourselves. I was educated primarily by my mother and myself, through regular visits to the local library. ![]() ![]() I didn’t attend school – I survived school, and certainly wasn’t educated there. I heard teachers say racist things in front of the class about me. ![]() I was once beaten up by a teacher at secondary school on a camping trip. There was no point in reporting racist incidents at school because my teachers were racist themselves. This was a society saturated with casual racism. I talk to Black and Asian people my age and their school experiences were the same as mine. You can’t blame young children for not wanting to associate with people who are targets, when they’re trying not to be targets themselves. I made friends as I got older, once I was able to defend myself and it was no longer dangerous to be my friend. School was always an arena, a violent place where I tried to not be a target and kept away from people. I went to a comprehensive school in Britain in the 70s and 80s, which was an incredibly racist time. ![]()
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