Justice and the legacy of Stephen Lawrence...

I was nine years old when a young black teenager was brutally stabbed to death, because of his colour in the streets of London. For a girl of dual decent living on a housing estate on the outskirts of Birmingham town centre which was comprised of families from all walks of life this, even then was an issue close to my heart.
Many of my friends were black, Asian, Chinese and mixed race and though race was an issue at times, we were the makings of the Hip Hop generation.
Every car and house was pumping out it's music on my estate, a soundtrack to my formative years, Summertime (Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince), Aswad, UB40, Mary J Blige, Tupac and Dr Dre were reigning supreme.
I loved that time. Despite issues people were coming together.
The death of Stephen Lawrence bought me back to a nervous reality, "Why"? I asked myself, why do people hate me because I was in the oven slightly longer (my Nan's gentle and hilarious explanation when I asked her why I was brown and she was white) bless her!
I remembered going to a Catholic school for the first three years of my school life which was predominantly white (by that I mean I was one of only two people of colour in the entire school), two years in and my best friend Dawn had been gotten to by other girls who realised they could use the colour of my skin against me.
Soon after the chants of go back to Jamaica where you come from (completely geographically incorrect) followed and the girl who I had shared two joint (we shared the same birthday) parties with was gone, fearing ostracization because of me I suppose.
That was followed up by my Dad despite being one of at least 30 parents outside the school in the car on double yellow lines to pick me up being dragged round the corner by two white police officers.
It was while my Mom was screaming expletives aimed directly in the police's direction that I had this sinking feeling in my stomach that has never really left me.
Needless to say I left that primary school and attended one where not being of colour was odd, still the black majority became tormentors of the Asian and Chinese minorities, does this ever I end I thought?
Maybe because I am two races I get a unique insight to racism as I see it from more than one side and let me tell you I have in my short time of 27 years encountered racists of all colours.
Some say it, some think it and you see it flash behind their eyes, but it's there just as prevalent as ever, hate.
Based on what? Something none of us have any say over, I don't remember being consulted which vagina I came out of do you?
I have watched over the years the many developments in  the case of the vicious murder of Stephen Lawrence, the double jeopardy issues the family faced when they took suspects to court themselves which failed to gain a conviction and the heartache as new evidence came to light at which time they could not use.
The inquiries which went on to brand the MET inherently racist, "tell me something I don't know" I thought.
And even now with the conviction 18 years later I can't get rid of that feeling inside, because there will always be racist thugs of all colours who will perpetrate these disgusting ignorant crimes of hate.
As long as parents pass on their putrid opinions to their subsequently ignorant offspring this will never end.
We are not born racist, people are made that way by having poison dripped into their ears before they are old enough to form their own opinions.
Now for a bit of science, sorry to tell you this if you are ignorant and white but we all come from Africans, before you jumped on a boat and evolved to suit the climate you were black too hahaha, and that goes for the rest of you too brown or black we come from one another.
As for me I have been told I look Brazilian, Jewish, Spanish and Greek to name a few and I have the last laugh while those white girls who took away my best friend at primary school run around orange and streaky trying to look like me, jealous bitches!
Rest in peace Stephen, and just because two vile idiots who had the cheek to say they are innocent and that they were not racist "because they have (correction had) black friends" can rot, no doubt feeling sorry for themselves, may you never be forgotten.
I feel no pity, not one iota, two less animals for me and mine to worry about, by that I mean all of you in your wondrous and beautiful variety. God made you, no one else gets to have an opinion!