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Posted: November 25, 2012
Nasreen's family
Nasreen's family
by Renate-Bertodi
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third year language students have to go abroad, and indeed I too, for a year to sister Uni Leipzig- a pregnant St Lucien woman had been telling me how her pakistani landlord fleeced them with rents of £300 p.w. so I told her. I was still foolish then and full of pity for those less able (I didn't comprehend greed then) so told her they could have my house for £50 a week as it stood, so they could save for a place on my return. They paid the rent two weeks. On my return they refused to let me in, having been told if they made me homeless they would be given a council house. All my things were in the loft, all I had was the summer dress I was wearing. The police put me into a hotel for the weekend but then I had to be out, where the Portuguese wife of the owner brought me a fish to eat- I had been friendly with the younger sisters of the wife two doors up to mine,she spotted me wondering around in the rain soaked in my cotton frock. took me to her mother's house, a very unusual lady for a Muslim- Dad Barkat now passed away from an activated cancer by the lab merely said- no questions - she sleeps with the five girls till her house is returned. It took more than nine months. I knew little about west indians, but every item was broken, or scorched, even the double glazing was cracked- and outside the window was a big pile of chicken bones which they evidently threw out after eating their chicken. The area is rat invested anyway.. After I moved back in, I found he had three or four wives in America and several children in America and was building a big butcher's Shop in St Lucia from his wages and dole benefits- his ''wife'' said- he loves me because I am not black like them- well guys, she looked black to me, not like the night, but black anyway- and ashamed of it- which was also something new for me to learn.As we walked out of the Stratford court house, where my Sikh lawyer said to me: you talk to the judge, your enlgish is better than mine!- this St Lucien stuck his foot into the glass door as I was going to go out and snarled: I will rape you one night when you come back from East Ham college teaching your classes, I promise you that. (I ignore such threats, as they are common place on teachers) They got a council house in the most wanted place in the east End, after turning down a lovely big place down the Green Street after just a few years in England. I just wish I had locked my house up and asked the Police to watch it, however, I learnt something by this. I had not realised the differences between blacks just as at school, I had not known the differences between Brits- but my closest friend, the niece of Neil Kinnock, my class mate taught me: we are not the same race at all-- Africans and West Indians are not the same race at all--I know many Africans too. They help women in distress to the point of sharing food.
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Mixed Media: None | water colours on paper
Nasreen's family
by Renate-Bertodi
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