|The outfit that caused offence.|
This is a paraphrased version of the “talk” my new landlady gave me on Friday, a talk she’d couched as a kind almost motherly address to “protect me”, because she felt “responsible” for me, she decided to talk to me after a “conversation” with one of the other old white women in our road. Apparently, they both felt this discussion was necessary. Of all the racist microaggressions since I have arrived in London, this was possibly the most violent experience I have had. From an old, white unassuming Austrian woman.