Unlearning racism is indeed a lifelong journey (Letters, 13 December). Growing up in Britain in the 1950s and 60s, it was almost impossible not to be racist. It was the air we breathed. It wasn’t until I was 16 and met my husband’s family that I began to unlearn. I am now 70 and a member of a thriving multiracial church, which I love; but I still have to be on my guard.
Lesley Barnes
London
• Our house in Islington, London, was compulsorily purchased for demolition when the Motorway Box was to be built (London’s lost mega-motorway: the eight-lane ring road that would have destroyed much of the city, 13 December). The payment we received was less than we paid for our house, surely rare for Islington. And of course it is still standing.
Rosemary Lindsay
London
