You want to see things that aren't there go for it.
I grew up in the 80s where you didn't go out on a Saturday cause the football hooligans were about. Where the sight of a skinhead with doc martens sent shivers down my fathers spine and he would tell us to cross the road to walk on the other side.
Where 'pxxx bashing' was a favourite pastime for certain sections of society.
You think you know bigotry cause you got black friends? Get real man.
I'm out.
Stay in, please.