Over the summer, I spoke at an event organised by my undergraduate alumni association on my own racial blindspots. I’ve got mixed feelings about this talk. Why am I talking about Black Lives Matter? What do I know about racism or social justice? I don’t know what it’s like to have people look at me and see a diversity hire, a criminal suspect, or someone who can be killed for somebody else’s convenience. But I do know is how hard it is for people like me to notice and acknow

Where's home when you spent your adult life away from where you grew up and the people you love reside in twenty different countries?