When I was little I distinguished four races.  I ranked them in reverse order of
alienation, or their ability to help me and bring me home if I got lost.

First, there was my family and Aunty Peg and gran; and Mrs Billingham who  lived
elsewhere  in the building and who whispered urgent and lengthy gossip to my mum
in the hallway.

Second was the occasional Afro-Caribbean man (I don't  recall  seeing  women  or
children), who  had  come to Leamington Spa in the early 1950s to work in one of
its three large factories.

Third, the nuns in their black habits who, my father explained, were Lady Father

And fourth, and strangest of all, the Ladies who worked the cosmetics counter in
Burgis and Colbourne's department store.

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