whose families ended up kenyan indiansded up in the uk. we talk about three generations, and they are all told ina very generations, and they are all told in a very immediate way. and we see the kind of things, whether it is a question of health or love life or professional achievement, the things that all families go through, worrying about. but it is fascinating to hear you talking about the way you want these people to appear to be shedding, you know, the usual accoutrements of immigrant family being written about. well, yes, and more to be an honest representation of immigrant families that are out there. and so, you know, they go through all the very universal things that you describe, but sometimes those things are seen through the prism of race, because sometimes being a person of colour in this country, that element of your life is inescapable. my dad was attacked by nf members in the 1960s, and he nearly died, and to him that is racism. that visceral violence on his body. the sharp end. yes, and so when i come hom

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