For years I've been a media target for racism and paid a heavy price. For now, I want no part of it – I'm stepping away

On social media my family and I are regularly racially mocked or abused. Barely a week goes by when I am not racially targeted. (Four Corners)

There's a photo of me, one of the few school photos I have. I am seven years old, the darkest face in the class in 1970s white Australia.

I look scared. I'm not smiling. My hands are clasped tight. My uniform doesn't match. Unlike the other boys I have no tie. There's a stain on my second-hand jumper.