“I’m not racist, but Ireland is for Irish people.” “But Abebi and Maduka are Irish. They were born here.” “They’ll never be Irish,” she said. “It’s not good to be racist, Caroline,” I said. “You don’t understand a lot of things, Sally, and this is one of them.” “I understand racism.” “Stop calling me a racist.” “Stop being one.” Her face was getting redder.
