I'm 'council', (3 generations
) but I won't hold that comment against you.
My family are the same, unfortunately. I grew up listening to awful things being said like they were fact.
I was born in 1983 and I clearly remember an election when my mum kept saying if Labour get in then she was taking us all out of our local school because we'd all be talking urdu by the end of term.
I was in year 1 and someone had brought Indian sweets (homemade for a celebration) in for us to share and I said as bold as brass to my teacher that my mum wouldn't want me eating paki sweets. My face still burns with shame at that memory.
My nan especially says the most hateful things and justifies it all with it's nothing 'they' wouldn't say about us. She has actually said that 'they' should all be drowned at birth. I cried with anger and told her she was hateful and she told me I wouldn't be saying that when we are at war with them.
I have an aunt who went crazy because her children were going on a trip to a Hindu temple with the school. An uncle that doesn't want black nurses treating him but he's not racist because his best friend is black. Cousins who post Britain First shit all over Facebook. All working class, all Conservative or UKIP voters. My nan loves the Queen and Maggie Thatcher and talks about them like they are distant relatives.
Shameful.
I went to a school where I was one of 5 white British in my class of 30. I had to hear about why it was disgraceful that we were making prayer mats or having an Eid assembly or learning about Rama and Sita.
Thankfully it gave me the opportunity to see that my family were talking shit.
We live in a very multicultural London borough. The racism is everywhere. I have lost count of the number of people at bus stops that tell me how 'they've' ruined the area and how 'they' are taking over.
I have challenged people for as long as I can remember and fallen out with family. White supremacy is alive and kicking.