Sharpe #racist niggermania.net

Last weekend but one, my son and I went to a steam and classic car fair in the English Midlands. I'm not particularly interested in steam engines or classic cars, but it was a good day out, with umpteen stalls, cafes, a bar, different kinds of live music, dog and horse shows... you get the idea.

This was in one of the most quintessentially English parts of the country, not far from where the late Princess Diana was born and raised. It goes without saying that you could live your entire life around there and hardly ever see a nigger. (As I did, for most of my life up to the age of around 40.) There are some quite up-market houses and mansions round there, and only time you might see one is if it's driving around looking for a house to break into.

There were something like 5,000 people at the fair, and you could not have wished for a better example of humankind peacefully enjoying a sunny day out. There was a minimal Police presence- I saw about five or six officers wandering round, and I doubt that any of them had anything more serious to contend with than the occasional lost child.

Towards the end of the day, I did see one solo nigger. This was a young teenage buck, who had most likely broken in through a hole in the fence. He had a kind of wheeled trolley, that he'd probably stolen from one of the stallholders, and he was pushing himself around the field in it, eeking like a baboon (with apologies to baboons everywhere) as he did so. All the humans ignored him.

The contrast between this solitary Zulu and the rest of the crowd was remarkable. It was one of those times when I gave silent thanks that I was born human.

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