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 the lift´s door closed I jumped back to the parking
place; scared, ran into my car and locked 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 a silly
victim of lurid newspapers' propaganda, took the lift
back down to the supermarket, saw them storming
out grinning crazily having robbed the till.