Live in a part of a very white town in a very white country which has a much larger than average Muslim population. There are a couple of large mosques and Muslim schools nearby. One street in particular is very integrated, every second store is a Halal butcher, middle eastern bakery, Islamic library, or a hiqab emporium. It's a great part of town on the whole.
Some (by chance, white) neighbours asked us around for a neighbourhood get together a couple of years back (never happens in dense tenement blocks). The turn out is quite good, we talk to a bunch of groups of folk, then we're standing chatting to a retired reverend and his wife about how long we've been living on the block, what we do, etc. The woman says "we've been here for a good few years now, before that we lived on" *leans in* "the coloured street".
My gf didn't notice, wasn't paying much attention, so just kept looking around and nodding, but i couldn't even react. Just sort of looked away into middle distaste and clicked my shoes together. It was just so unexpected.
Of course this is nowhere near as horrific as the n-word or other slurs, but it was uncalled for and still shocking.
Some (by chance, white) neighbours asked us around for a neighbourhood get together a couple of years back (never happens in dense tenement blocks). The turn out is quite good, we talk to a bunch of groups of folk, then we're standing chatting to a retired reverend and his wife about how long we've been living on the block, what we do, etc. The woman says "we've been here for a good few years now, before that we lived on" *leans in* "the coloured street".
My gf didn't notice, wasn't paying much attention, so just kept looking around and nodding, but i couldn't even react. Just sort of looked away into middle distaste and clicked my shoes together. It was just so unexpected.
Of course this is nowhere near as horrific as the n-word or other slurs, but it was uncalled for and still shocking.