It was 1963 and my best friend ever was a boy called Gordon Raymer. I hung round with him all the time. We used to laugh a lot and his mum made the most delicious cake I ever tasted. It was like a sponge but she used a lot of peach fruit juice in it. Yum! Gordon was the only West Indian kid in our East End of London School at Hartley Avenue. Perhaps it was a gentler age. I do not know, but us kids didn't even think about Gordon looking different from us. He was a nice kid from a nice family, End Of. As time has passed people seem to have become less kind than they used to be. I wonder what it is? When I started work in 1970 I met a really cool guy called Johnson David. I asked why his name was back to front and he told me why. I just accepted it. Johnson was a good buddy and had a bright white smile that the girls all noticed. Where did all the goodness of people go. I am baffled. I had an apprentice at work whose father broke her arm because she would not marry the guy her father had chosen for her. Me and my wife had a spare bedroom and I didn't think twice about inviting her to live with us, at least until she was out of plaster. She declined as she worried her family would attack our house by storm and we would get hurt. Evil comes in all colours it appears. I renounce evil. I love good people, whatever colour they are. Martin Luther and I have the same dream. Good Luck, stay safe, Shalom!