Why I will never forget the day I was racially abused in front of my young son
It was October 26 last year when out of nowhere came a racial attack I will never forget.
My six-year-old son Archie, who has autism, and I were at his favourite public swimming pool — his safe place, his happy place.
Charlestown pool is a place where he can shriek and giggle like nobody is watching and splash around before smiling with his whole body.
But all was not well at his safe and happy place on this Saturday afternoon.
As Archie and I dipped our toes into the smaller of two pools, two boys pointed in our direction and whispered.
“I thought this whole pool was for upper-class people only,” one of the boys said.
They were barely teenagers and appeared to be brothers.
It was October 26 last year when out of nowhere came a racial attack I will never forget. My six-year-old son Archie, who has autism, and I were at his favourite public swimming pool — his safe place, his happy place. Charlestown pool is a place where he can shriek and giggle like nobody is watching and splash around before smiling with his whole body. But all was not well at his safe and happy place on this Saturday afternoon. As Archie and I dipped our toes into the smaller of two pools, two boys pointed in our direction and whispered. “I thought this whole pool was for upper-class people only,” one of the boys said. They were barely teenagers and appeared to be brothers. racially abused racially abused racially abused racially abused racially abused racially abused racially abused