I grew up with a sense that I belonged with the Africans, I belonged with the Kikuyu, I belonged with the local people, and that somehow my contemporaries at school were children of settlers, children of administrators who clearly had racist instincts, had no pleasant ideas or social contacts or experience with people of darker skin, which I did through my father’s work. And so I always felt a bit puzzled and a bit irritated and certainly used to get very angry at some of the insults and attacks. I suppose that in some ways, they managed to turn me into a racist, but I became anti-white in the process, and I was often known as a — to use the terrible epithet, but it was one that was used against me on frequent occasions — as a, quote, “nigger lover,” close quotes. I felt very glad to have earned that epithet, in the sense that I believed that the majority of the people were the people that I belonged to, and had no wish to be associated with the settler community or the others. And that’s gone through to the present day.