Fear and prejudice
Funny thing happened on the tube this morning. An Arabic looking bloke carrying a rucksack hopped on at Earl’s Court, and you could feel the whole carriage tense up. This unease and the awkward glances stayed for a couple of stops, until someone he knew spotted him, and the two started chatting. At that point, people visibly relaxed. Much to my shame, myself included.
It’s a horrible feeling, prejudice, however short-lived.
