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Every so often, something happens – an investigative documentary, a social worker’s report into the murder of a child – that lifts up the British carpet to show the stamped-down filth. This is such a moment. While Harry’s costume was shocking, it seems equally astonishing that, in 2005, there is a section of society in which it is not considered odd for a teenager to throw a party with the theme of “colonial or native” and at which, according to some reports, young male guests blacked up their faces.
Once again, you read it here first, several days ago:
What the heck was he, and the second-in-line to the throne, doing attending a ‘Natives and Colonials’ fancy dress party? If ‘Natives and Colonials’ isn’t a perjorative theme for a party, I’m not entirely sure what is.
The similarities between the Guardian brain and my own are actually beginning to frighten me. Could I be any more of a ‘liberal wet’?