The Woolwich attack happened this week. An indisputable tragedy.
Events like these make Facebook an interesting place, I am always surprised at the varying levels of tolerance my "friends" have. Often I can be led to believe racism is a redundant concept. I mean... Why wouldn't it be? Surely we're there! Surely we're all so over the differences between us and our environments and our perspectives we've realised... Actually... We're all the same? No?
Then I went to university. The first person on my dance course I met had a "funny" name, brown skin, spoke three languages, was of a faith I had never even heard of and had lived all over the world. After I asked him to repeat his name three times (and still didn't understand it) we went on to become great friends. He would open my eyes and my world and I would be forever changed.
I live in a corner of the world where living remotely rurally means you don't live amongst much difference. We made the decision to give her green spaces, village halls, woodland walks, craft fairs and summer fetes on our doorstep. The positives far outweighed the negatives of being anywhere else within our repertoire but my reservation was always the regret she won't grow up around a lot of difference.