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A couple of years back, Reni Eddo-Lodge got fed up with white people getting defensive every time she mentioned structural racism. Basically, the problem was this: white people were happy to admit that some people were personally racially prejudiced but very keen to point out that they themselves weren't, and even keener to downplay any suggestion that they themselves were beneficiaries of a society organised and structured in racist ways. So she wrote a blog post called ''Why I'm No Longer Talking to White People About Race'' as a kind of sayonarafrom even trying to explain it. Ironically, the huge response the blog post got has seen Eddo-Lodge do a great deal of talking to white people about race since it was published and this book is the culmination of it. In it, she summarises the history of race relations in the UK and puts forward her central argument that overt personal prejudice is the least of the problem.
I had to put the book down after the first couple of chapters. I'm very firmly middle-aged - in my 50s, born in 1964. I remember a great deal of what Eddo-Lodge writes about in these opening sections. I remember cringing past the National Front skinhead who lived a few doors up from my grandmother, in case he picked on me for having Asian mates. I remember coming out of the tube and staring at the ground so that the purveyor of British Bulldog didn't try to force a leaflet into my hands. I remember the riots. And if I, a white person, remember this as frightening and oppressive, what must have it been like for black and Asian folk? Why is Eddo-Lodge writing about this stuff as if it will be news to her readers, I thought? And have I myself failed to give my children any information about these cultural memories? It was uncomfortable. But I read on.