The Day I Was Mistaken For a Homophobic, Racist Bigot

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It was a glorious summer day, on a Saturday in June 2010. I very uncharacteristically leapt out of bed, nice and early at the first time of trying. Got myself ready and skipped over to Newcastle City centre.

What could have possibly got such an ardent night owl out of bed, with this much enthusiasm?

England were playing USA that afternoon, in the opening game of the football world cup. For those of you who don’t know, or care about football, allow me to put it into perspective;

The world cup is my Christmas.

In fact, you lot get to have Christmas once a year, but us hardcore lovers of the beautiful game have to wait four years for this bad-boy.

But hours before the game, I was having a goodbye Chinese buffet with my Spanish friend as he was moving to teach Spanish in Russia. Happiness was in the air as me and my amigo drew out our goodbyes and ate a monstrous amount of calories so we’d get our £7 worth of grub. ‘That moment’ finally came on our way out of the restaurant. You know, that one when you’re saying bye to someone, but you don’t know when/if you’ll see them again.

We never got to say goodbye properly though.

Sensory overload hit as we were swept away by a sea of angry, blood-hungry people as we stepped out into the street. I lost my mate and instantly went in to survival mode. Who the hell are these people and who wants to kill who? Don’t they know there’s a world cup on, God damn it?!

It didn’t take me long to recognise the banners from each crowd. I was in a riot: ‘EDL’ & The ‘BNP’ were teaming up against ‘Unite Against Fascism’.

EDL are a ‘political’ group who claim they are ‘not racists’ but their beliefs suggest otherwise. Take a look at this rather intelligent member:

The BNP, now they are more extreme with their views. Here are a few of the BNP’s radical views:

. Women can’t possibly be raped, because they enjoy sex.

. The Holocaust never happened.

. Being gay should be a crime.

. We should ethnically clean England and only people who are pure white Anglo Saxon should live here, as anything else isn’t really English.

That’s only a few of their charms. Oh and they were founded by the bloke who ran ‘The National Front!’ They got voted in with 3 seats in European Parliament (and you wonder why I’m leaving).

And as for ‘Unite Against Fascism’ – they are basically angry hippies who want to fight their opposite…what a sexy little paradox.

Back to the riot…

So what would a bloke who just wants to watch the football, but has found himself in a riot do? Get out of the riot as quick as possible would be the obvious answer.

Easier said than done!

The police let me know that they had their eye on me, gripping their batons and looking at me with such aggression. You can only imagine my horror when one copper actually swung for me! Luckily, due to my geographical place of birth, I have had more than my fair share of ducking and escaping blows.

But why pick on me? Could they not see by my body language that I wanted no part in this? As I ran to the train station to get to Durham were my mates were watching the game, I noticed a police barrier. The police wouldn’t allow me in the station and proceeded to take photos of me.

As I tried in vain, members of the general public walked past me and looked down on me with disgust. One woman even spat on me!

And then it hit me – boom! I worked out why the police and others thought I was one of the scummy, racist bigots: It was my attire.

Generally, when there’s a racist march/riot in England, the aforementioned chaps wear an England football top with a shaved head and jeans.

England shirt – yep, as I was excited for the game! Jeans – yes, because I finally found a 30 inch waist, 34 long pair that week (they are like gold dust, trust me). And the shaved head – yes, as it was summer and I had decided to get out of balding denial!

I scurried around for some sort of escape, but there was none. On face value – I looked like one of the members of the ‘political’ group members and I was hated by many. I even tried to get into a pub, but the doorman informed me that; “my sort was not welcome here.”

As you can imagine, I was mortified by all of this. I’m about as racist as Martin-Luther King! In my panic I thought about defending myself, by arguing with a case like; “Listen, I can’t be racist because I had a poster of Les Ferdinand on my door as a child and I quite fancy Rihanna!”

I opted to not use such exemplary oratory and I finally escaped unscathed, but had to endure more of the same. Even worse – I had some BNP members trying to shake my hand and high five me.

I can laugh about it now, but it was far from funny at the time. Needless to say, I think twice about my attire when such riots are on in Northern England!



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  1. Michelle D'Avella Reply

    This sounds like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm! It’s so ridiculous, I couldn’t help but laugh. But, it’s also sad and disturbing. I’m sorry that happened to you! Oh, and that video was insane. Was he even speaking English?

    1. Anthony Reply

      Hey Michelle,
      Haha I can laugh now, but couldn’t at the time!! Oh he’s an idiot!

  2. xixerone Reply

    Been there myself on a very similar situation.

    I had to run and escape from the cops in Barcelona the day Spain won the World Cup. I was trapped in the middle of the celebrations as I had to walk home from the pub where I watched the match. It was a very intense experience.

    Policemen in Barcelona are not known for being kind and gentle!

    1. Anthony Reply

      Ouch, I have heard that on more than one occasion about Spanish police, I guess you can empathise!

  3. Sofia - As We Travel Reply

    That’s crazy! I don’t know what I would have done if I was in that situation – bizarre..! Very well written, you’re a great story teller Anthony 🙂

    1. Anthony Reply

      Cheers Sofia,
      Glad I portrayed the awful day well haha!

  4. Julia Reply

    Haha loving the This Is England picture! The BNP are the scum of this country. Just thinking about them and their “beliefs” makes me feel ill. Sorry you got caught up in this, what a load of douchebags.

    1. Anthony Reply

      I couldn’t agree any more Julia!!!

  5. Poi Reply

    hahaha scum bag!

    The EDL are only good for one thing and that’s laughing at (and maybe exterminating)

    1. Anthony Reply

      Hahaha riff-raff!

      I’d be up for that!

  6. Macca Reply

    Racist!

    1. Anthony Reply

      So it seems!

  7. Chris Reply

    Haha, loved this post. I’ll be careful when I take my bald ass out in future >_>

    1. Anthony Reply

      Take a hat, with cork-screws on 😉

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  9. Raymond @ Man On The Lam Reply

    Having a bald head and a penchant for jeans, thankfully the worst thing I’ve ever been mistaken for is military. 🙂

    1. Anthony Reply

      haha lucky man!

  10. Jen Reply

    I absolutely love this post… not you getting hit or refused the sweet taste of alcohol of course… but it’s brilliant, especially the “I quite fancy that rihanna lass” bit! In all seriousness though it’s such a shame that because of looks we can be tarred with the same brush as those mindless scum. The BNP are an embarrassment to Britain so thanks for writing this post and opening peoples eyes to it!x

    1. Anthony Reply

      Haha Cheers Jen,
      I would have laughed too! Thanks a lot, I cringe at the very thought of them and they seem to be scarily growing in numbers. Where in the UK are you from? Couldn’t see on your blog, loved the Bucket List – especially the Marvin Gaye one 🙂 x

  11. Scott Reply

    WTF? I thought England was full of only sophisticated people like yourself and Ye Olde Confused Julia ? Well, if it makes you feel any better we have the same kind of scum over here, not sure if they would be brazen enough to take to the streets though, but I am not actually sure if that is better or worse. It makes me smile though every time I picture what their faces looked like the night President Obama got elected.

    P.S. So, who ruined that day more, the racists in the street or Robert Green?

    1. Anthony Reply

      Hey Scott,
      haha I’m afraid Ye Olde Confused Julia and I, are among such filth on a daily basis. Can you believe these people got 3 European parliament seats??! I’ve heard the US have some radicals too, scumbags!

      Hmmm, I felt a little sorry for Rob Green to be honest. And the good old English media tore him apart of course and he was immediately dropped. I’m gonna blame Clint Dempsey for spoiling my day 😉

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