The veil had been lifted.
She had seen the demonstrations, the protests. They had spread from America, all the way across the ocean to her doorstep.
At first she didn’t understand. This wasn’t a problem here. The police didn’t do things like that here. People were treated equally here.
Her black friends never spoke about it. She asked them about it and realised: they never spoke about it with her.
Then she read. She listened to the voices. She watched. She realised there was a problem. It was not on the surface, as naked and violent as it was in America, but it was there, insidious and eating away underneath the sheen of equality.
She asked her friends what could she do?
Join us, they said. Together they went to London and joined the crowds.
She kept listening. She kept reading. She kept watching. She found ways to take positive action.
The veil was torn away.
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