What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet;
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene 2.When I was growing up in the 1950s, we used to visit my grandmother regularly in Newcastle. Towards the end of the decade, I became aware that ‘darkies’ had moved into the top of the street. I didn’t think much about this term at the time: it was the word that
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