The Power of the White Man

I saw people kissing dogs, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd grown up in a society where we all had the same colored hair. Though because I'm a Kashmiri by ancestry, we did have blond-haired and blue-eyed and different - but around us, I was just a villager. But in Bradford, in the early days, I was over-rode by the power of the white man. And whether he was white or not, I don't know anymore. It was a long time ago. He used to think that there were real people inside the television box when we did get it. And I used to run around the back to see where they