.In what was actually an unlucky chance, it was in the course of this transformative week in Barbados that England came to be subject to extensive racist troubles. After the awful massacres of 3 youngs women in Southport final month, EDL members had hijacked the pain of those mourning in a try to warrant violent attacks on Muslim people and also other ethnic minorities. In Manchester where I live, a Muslim family was gone after by a male with a chainsaw A Dark male was dived by reactionary members in the city facility where I frequent. Coming from the safety of palm trees and charming beach fronts, I watched video clips of public servants battling to bend their mealy mouths to point out the words "prejudiced" and also "Islamophobia". I checked out as "rioters" shattered and melted the really home they mentioned they were dealing with to "reclaim". I fretted for the safety and security of my family. I remained in Barbados, the home of my father and also grandparents, yet my true home was in turmoil. Given that the excursion and the troubles, I have actually been reflecting about what home indicates to me ever since..