‘I was cycling along Regent Street with a friend when we ran into a Black Lives Matter demonstration. A young blonde woman in yellow dungarees blocked our way.
My friend asked politely if she could move. “I’m protesting,” the young woman reproved in a nice, middle-class accent, as if waving a placard was a sacred calling. She advanced aggressively on us. My friend looked aghast. “You are on a Black Lives Matter march and you want me, a black man, to move out of your way? You’re a piece of work, you are!” Pouting, she let us pass.
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The Telegraph
Published 8 September 2020
Harriet Sergeant 