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atila the gooner Wrote:

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> Could be worse, when I say my parents are from

> Cyprus people always assume that they are Greek

> Cypriots, and not Turkish Cypriots. That really

> f**ks me off, not because I dislike Greeks but

> because it highlights the ignorance of the person

> making the assumption.As Cyprus was a British

> colony, they have always held British passports

> even before they came to England, but when they

> say they are British they always get the same

> response, "you can't be". Don't get me started!



They were British enough to fight in WW2 and during the EOKA troubles and, like most of the Commonwealth, when the Mother country needed them.

*Bob* Wrote:

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> atila the gooner Wrote:

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>

> Or are you just

> > another dumb Anglo-Saxon?;-)

>

> I'm afraid it's worse than that, Atila. I'm from

> the Black Country.


I went to the Black Country once. Instead of Lobster Thermidor they offered "Black Pudding Thermidor" - Black Puddding with grilled grated cheese. It's such a sophisticated area.

My dear neighbour, a lovely woman who was born in Cyprus during the British Rule, has been in this Country since the age of seventeen (she came here in 1953). Having worked extremely hard and contributing to the economy of this Country - and never relying on the State for anything - she was extremely offended to have been told, by a so called English friend, that she was not British and never will be and is, in fact, a foreigner! This from an ignorant Bermondsey born, never done a day's work in his life, living in a council flat and on benefits, whose 'Wife' does a bit of 'cash in hand' work on the side. Yeah, "No if's, no but's". Any one gonna accuse me of being racist, then? Oh, it's all very well to go and colonise some other Country, ruling it with a rod of iron and expecting it's people to swear alligence to your King or Queen and be treated like second class citizens in their own homeland and, then, expect them to fight in your wars and, then, when you need someone to do your dirty work and take up the jobs that your 'own' people won't do, invite them to come here to rebuild your economy - that's if they could, actually, find a room to rent that didn't have a notice in the window saying, "No blacks, No Irish and No dogs". As was the necessity at that time, in order to pay the mortgage, this lady rented out a part of her house to a black family and, still, recalls the day when the gentleman knocked on the door and said that he had come about the rooms but would understand if she did not wish to rent it to him and his family.

She said she couldn't understand why not and that family lived with her for about a year, until they could afford to put a deposit on their own house. Many years later, she was on the bus and the conductor was that same gentleman, who insisted he pay her fare and told her that he would never, ever, forgot her genuine friendship, help and kindness. She told me that she could never understand why the English people, of that time, were so intolerant of black and Irish people and why, despite being born British and living here for nearly fifty-five years, she's still classed as a foreigner!

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