.In what was an unlucky coincidence, it was actually during the course of this transformative full week in Barbados that England came to be based on extensive racist confusions. After the unfortunate homicides of 3 young girls in Southport last month, EDL members had actually pirated the pain of those weeping in an effort to justify terrible strikes on Muslim people and also other ethnic minorities. In Manchester where I live, a Muslim family was gone after through a man with a power saw A Black guy was leapt through reactionary members in the town center where I regular. From the safety and security of palm plants as well as charming beach fronts, I saw video recordings of political leaders battling to flex their mealy oral cavities to claim the phrases "biased" as well as "Islamophobia". I watched as "rioters" wrecked and also shed the really home they claimed they were actually dealing with to "reclaim". I fretted for the protection of my loved ones. I remained in Barbados, the home of my father and grandparents, however my real home remained in disorder. Given that the journey and the confusions, I have actually been pondering about what home means to me since..