Never enough for both

I was thinking this morning about what it must be like to be my husband: a white English person who has never had his right to be in the country of his birth questioned. Within living memory, his family has probably never asked themselves: what happens if this country becomes no longer safe for us? How much notice will we have? How quickly could we get out? What would we do about grandma?

As a middle/upper middle class Chinese Malaysian, I have a lot of privilege. One thing I’ve never had, th...