Comments by "John Brereton" (@johnbrereton5229) on "The end of England; where did my country go?" video.

I've watched this happen in my life time. When I was born in London there were very few black faces or foreigners of any description. Later I moved to Kent, married and had children, again there were few black faces. My mother remained in London and constantly complained about the foreigners taken over the city that she herself had been born in. I was surprised to hear such talk from my once tolerant mother and said she was sounding like a racist. She replied that because I lived in leafy Kent, I was unaware of the changes and would agree if I had experienced what she was forced to. My mother is now long dead and I have to admit, she was right. My children still live in Kent where it is rapidly turning into another version of the London she once complained of. My mother wasn't the racist I shamefully accused her of, she was a concerned citizen seeing her quiet civilised nation being destroyed and turned into an unrecognisable 3rd world hell hole before her very eyes.
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@joanthewad7510 My mother wasn't a racist, neither am I. But we both became concerned at the endless pace of immigration. However, its not racist to be concerned, it's a common, natural human anxiety, fueled by self preservation. Whereas, racism is an unnatural hatred of those people of a different race than your own, even in their own country.
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