People will often say, love is all you need.
But that is not true. Love without understanding is a dangerous thing.
My mother came to England in 1967, which was a really high point in Ethiopian culture - Ethiopia was a prosperous place. She came during what was a comfortable time for Ethiopians.
But as she found out, it was not a comfortable time for race relations in the UK.
My mother, finding herself in difficulties, sought to have me fostered for a short time.
However, the care worker, who named me Norman after himself, told my foster family that it was a proper adoption.
I was with them for 11 years.
My mother and father
Although they were white I believed they were my father and mother.
I had seen black people in the street or maybe even said hello but until I was 17 years old I never actually knew another black person.
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