Stories my Mother Told Me (and her Grandparents Told Her) about Neighbours

Teachwell

In my last blog I outlined the way that I was brought up to think about race. In it, I mentioned the stories my mother would tell me and how she has always stuck firmly to the idea that there are some relationships that are simply more important than any social construct.

Neighbours:

Here I think we should start with the stories that her Grandparents told her.

All of my mother’s grandparents and both parents were born in the Punjab which is now part of Pakistan. I believe that the following is a good documentary on the subject.

The trauma of partition is hard to fathom (I mean trauma in the true sense of the world, not the way some use it as a means of exaggerating the extent of feeling some level of discomfort or being uncomfortable).

Let’s face it, in any place where people with different ethnicities/religions/beliefs exist there is…

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