this is part of as days pass by, by Stuart Langridge

So, I was on my way home just now; slightly tipsy, thinking about life, walking from the bus station to my house. And I saw a road sign. Perfectly ordinary sign for a perfectly ordinary road. Apart from the fact that someone had scrawled on it, in black marker, "MORE JOBS NO WOGS", or something very similar.

So, I stopped, and thought about this for a second. And I thought: I could just clean that off. Do my bit to make the world a slightly nicer place; perhaps no-one will know, but it's the sort of thing that shouldn't be written on signs, or indeed anywhere else. I could get rid of it. My good deed for the day.

And the next thought I had -- I mean the very next thought -- was a vision of a policeman catching me cleaning this racist rhetoric off the sign and accusing me of writing it. I mean, how convincing does "no, officer, I was just cleaning the sign, not writing on it" sound to you?

So I didn't do it.

But the fact that I was prevented from doing it by the worry of how unjust the police force is is something of a concern. This is Not How It Should Be.

© Aquarius, July 2001