IT’S 3PM ON A SPRING day in Chichester. A car speeds by.
Through an open window the driver makes a gun with her fingers before aiming it at me and pretending to pull the trigger. The passengers laugh, #BlackLivesMatter clearly having not yet reached East Sussex.
Standing there shocked, I’m reminded of being a child and on my way to see my maths tutor. On that occasion, a car sped by and the driver called out the N word.