Thank you for your magnanimous response Alegrias.
I would add that of course black lives matter, every time I hear about a young person's life lost on the streets through a stabbing, that's the first thought that crosses my mind. On a personal level I have a very close black friend who I met at work in the late '70s, we've seen each other through ups and downs of broken marriages, child rearing. She is one of my oldest and dearest friends, the first black person I met and came to know and who gave me as a white person an insight into how different life was for a black girl growing up in south London when the odds were stacked against her. She is by far the most gutsy and tenacious of any other friend I have and sharing an office together for several years, I knew right from the start we had an affinity that took us beyond the workplace. She had a horribly abusive childhood and a start in life that was so hard it would have floored most people. When I abandoned a working life to become a stay at home mother, she'd had her children before me and had returned to the workplace and was busy climbing the corporate ladder which she did very successfully, she wouldn't let anything stand in her way. A while ago she set up her own company. Blessed with a wicked sense of humour, she would often recount how in her words "I sound very white on the phone and sometimes if I meet someone for the first time in a work place scenario they get a bit of shock!" going on to recount how one guy actually said to her on their first meeting "you're very er......." to which she responded with every adjective under the sun "tall, loud, feisty, amazing, quirky, infectious, clever" leaving the most obvious hanging in the air and him visibly squirming like a fish on a hook stuttering away like an idiot. Like Sidney Poiter, she refusesd to be defined by the colour of her skin, because in her words "It's part of me but I'm not one dimensional" She took herself away from South London when her marriage broke up to raise her children in a quintessentially English village in Hampshire, because she worried about her boys being drawn into gangs once they hit their teens and south London can be dangerous place for black boys. When they moved they were the only black family there. Whilst she has in her life undoubtedly suffered from racism, particularly when married to her first husband being pulled over by the police umpteen times because at the time, if you were black driving a smart car then it was probably stolen. Nevertheless she has also told me, having been abandoned by her mother and step father, the latter regarding her as a cuckoo in the nest. With ongoing maintenance battles with her ex husband who mostly as she commented provided Jack Shit, whilst she single handedly provided for the family, the love and support she has received in life has overwhelmingly come from white people. We discussed that REL book when it first came out, she doesn't wholly buy into the main thrust of Ms Eddo Lodge beef and feels it presents a single faceted argument about being black which she doesn't embrace. My friend is of the opinion, possibly displaying attitudes of her age demographic, we are both in our 60s, and has spent much time mentoring in the workplace, that younger people of all ethnicities are the perennial victims right now and in her words, "if you behave like a victim" then you will be treated like one and sometimes you have to rise above that as I have done" but she is possibly through a difficult upbringing made of sterner stuff.