.In what was actually an unlucky coincidence, it was during this transformative week in Barbados that England became subject to prevalent racist riots. After the terrible murders of 3 girls in Southport last month, EDL participants had pirated the ache of those weeping in a try to warrant intense attacks on Muslim folks and also other cultural minorities. In Manchester where I reside, a Muslim family members was actually chased after by a guy with a chainsaw A Dark guy was actually dived by far-right members in the community facility where I regular. From the protection of palm plants and idyllic beaches, I saw video recordings of politicians straining to flex their mealy mouths to state the terms "racist" as well as "Islamophobia". I watched as "demonstrators" shattered as well as melted the very home they claimed they were dealing with to "reclaim". I paniced for the security of my household. I was in Barbados, the home of my dad and also grandparents, but my true home was in disarray. Given that the journey as well as the riots, I've been actually reflecting on what home indicates to me since..