.In what was actually an unfavorable coincidence, it was during this transformative week in Barbados that England ended up being subject to common biased confusions. After the terrible murders of 3 young girls in Southport final month, EDL members had actually hijacked the discomfort of those mourning in an attempt to warrant fierce attacks on Muslim people and also various other indigenous minorities. In Manchester where I live, a Muslim household was actually chased by a guy with a chainsaw A Black man was dived through far-right members in the community centre where I regular. From the safety and security of hand trees and idyllic beach fronts, I viewed videos of public servants having a hard time to flex their mealy oral cavities to say the phrases "biased" and "Islamophobia". I checked out as "rioters" wrecked and also melted the incredibly home they stated they were fighting to "repossess". I stressed for the safety of my loved ones. I was in Barbados, the home of my papa and also grandparents, however my true home resided in turmoil. Given that the trip and the confusions, I have actually been ruminating about what home means to me ever since..