The day we met, I had the opportunity to reach out and make a connection but I initially faltered. I found myself intimidated and began to make the usual stereotypical assumptions based on your appearance before we had even spoken. As a black woman growing up in a male-dominated and predominantly white society I know what it feels like to be judged on appearance and excluded because of people's beliefs. And yet I found myself momentarily falling victim to the same fear and ignorance for which I have berated others and suffered emotional wounds.
Overall I personally will never understand black women who defend racist entry policies and the black promoters who enforce them. The most upsetting thing about it all is that black women are being made to feel unattractive and undesired, which can have a long-term damaging effect on their self-confidence. It's sad to think that after reading this some black women will continue to justify the actions of racist club promoters.
The idea that people are now feeling empowered by this vote to scream at people like me in the face, telling me to go home when this is the only home I know, is too much to process. Until now, I've never thought I needed to be afraid.
Humans have always been separated from each other and 'placed' into groups which were always created based on similarities
Firstly, a piece of advice: If you have to begin your sentence by clarifying that you are, in fact, not racist, it's a fairly good indicator that you need to reconsider what you're about to say.
In an increasingly divisive world, and at a time when Europe is alarmingly turning to nationalism and extremist politicians, this tragic teenager, who died nearly 70 years ago and who never got to live out the life she planned, can do more than many politicians to demonstrate how we should live together as members of one human race.
A high-level taskforce set up by David Cameron to tackle extremism will focus on violence against Muslims at its next meeting
The Irish are in a unique position in the world, as we are the only race of people who are white, who, within the parameters of the UK, can be genuinely said to have experienced racism in these isles.
From the back I could quite easily be taken as Chinese. I have dark hair and a medium build, but some of my peers, whom are particularly tall or who have blond hair, are seen as celebrities. In tourist spots we are asked to have pictures taken with young children or families who will remain complete strangers.
As I have spent more time thinking about the injustice of racial profiling, I have come to a sad and disturbing realisation. Somewhere along the line in my 35 years on this planet, I have gone from being the victim of racial profiling, to being both a victim and a perpetrator of racial profiling.