Everything I’ve Learned from Working in My Family’s Corner Shop
Like a lot of Asian families coming to the UK in the 1970s, mine opened a newsagent. I’ve spent a great deal of my life working in the shop, and I like to think it’s helped me to develop as a person, insomuch as numerous strangers calling you a cunt for wildly insignificant reasons can aid someone in their personal development.
In any case, here are some of the things I’ve learned from my time behind the till.
IT’S NICE THAT NOBODY WANTS YOU TO BE DEPORTED Casual racism can be great, but often white people actively trying not to be racist is even better. Often—usually following a glance over a Daily Express headline proclaiming Muslims to be the root cause for the decline of the Great British Pub, or whatever—this comes in the form of the prefix: “Obviously not people like you.”
"These immigrants coming over here and claiming money and housing—they shouldn’t allow them! I mean, people like you are different ‘cos you work hard, but them…"
"If all immigrants were like you we wouldn’t have none of this problems we got here."
(I’m still trying to figure out what that means, too.)