Patricia Ann Richards (Armstrong)
Dear Joe,
Most interesting comment (not really a comment, was it?) on the racial interactions in Shaker in our day.
My parents caused a bit of a stir by renting our lower maisonette to a black couple in Winchell Road. They were a cosmopolitan, very intellectual, incredibly cultured couple who had experience of the world. I think her brother was an opera singer in Sweden. Her husband was an architect. On the few times I visited them I marvelled at the decor...very minimalist (architects seem to go in for that kind of thing) and so totally different from my home a floor above them.
Living in England for all these years has had a profound effect on my perceptions of people of all colours. You must know, because of the UK's past and vast empire, that there are so many different races living here...especially in London...Nigerians, Hindus expelled from Uganda, Pakistanis (I live next door to Pakistanis...often my house gets the occasional whiff of delicious smelling curries which make my mouth water), East Europeans...you name it...London's got it. It has changed me forever: I think I can honestly say I've become a bit like Will Rogers whose famous saying was: "I never met a man I didn't like": i.e. I no longer am immediately affected by colour or accent upon meeting people for the first time...just about colour blind.
Not that I was racist in high school! but apart from Bob Taliaferro, such a memorable kid, I had no really close friends who weren't as white as I was. I certainly wasn't even aware of Islam! I don't think any of us was.
Just a response to your considered and historically accurate recounting of stuff that happened all those years ago.
I used to think that the answer to the world's problems was an eventual mixing of the races: we'd all be coffee coloured...but NO! That's not the answer! The answer is acceptance of different views of life's purpose and the acceptance of somebody's view which is different from ours.
LIVE AND LET LIVE! In the end we're all on this planet for such a short time...such insanity to insist that we are the one's with the TRUE TRUTH...leaving behind carnage and heartache...such destruction...such pain everywhere.
Well, goodness me, I hadn't intended to answer your message on our website in this way. But these are things I think about...how can one not? FGM, Boko Haram, Malala, what an incredibly short sighted lot we are!
But there is still the beauty of this world, the changing of the seasons, the smell of the "Spring" air, the flowers, the earth waking up from its slumber. And for those in parts of the world where the seasons are not part of the joy of being alive...well, perhaps there is the constant climate which gives pleasure.
My crazy cat Tom has just jumped onto my back...he's sick and tired of my not paying him more attention. He's now sitting beside my IPad, overseeing my tapping fingers. I used to have 5 cats, but attrition (kidney failure, largely) has left me with two. At one point, after my husband had decamped, and we were (and still are) on good terms, he said...when I mooted, having 5 cats, that I really desperately wanted a grey tabby, he categorically stated he would make moves to have me "sectioned".
What does it say about Michael and me that we have been separated, not divorced! for 19 years. There is still great residual affection between us.
I could go on, but I won't.
This comes with great affection...what a shame we didn't get together while you were here in the UK!
Fondly,
Patty Richards Armstrong
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