I read Rohan Sathyamoorthy’s piece (I thought I was growing up in a racially tolerant Britain. I now realise I was wrong, 7 September) and thought – “it’s not just in my head”. The far right isn’t creeping back. It’s marching in, boots on, flags waving, and people are clapping along like it’s Eurovision.
As a working-class woman of colour, I’m exhausted. Not just from the racism and misogyny, but from how normal it’s all starting to feel again. Like we’re rewinding to a time when public figures could say vile things about migrants, Muslims or “woke women” and still get invited on to Question Time with a smile and a fresh haircut. The vile attitudes that Rohan’s dad had to endure are resurfacing.
