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    Biodun. 26 years old, broke, flirting with homelessness. Been kicked out of 3 of the last shared apartments he lived in and day to day fared worse in the thick racism to Black Africans he was exposed to, that is universally recognized as normality in the British society he lived in. Already spent 5 years, studying & working here. Pumping more tens of thousands in Pounds Sterling in foreign direct investments into the country, than collective British (under-educated) expatriates ever did themselves, within the same period, in Sub-Saharan African countries. He came open-minded, eager to experience the world. He experienced all shades of racism known to mankind. Now he's hatred-filled, mentally dangerous, anti-social, progressively posing a menace to the safety of others & himself. Viva Britannia!
    Lauren. 21 year old Norwegian/Latvian, remarkably attractive blonde free-spirit, waitressing in Toronto, aspiring to be a model. Lauren is highly intelligent & hated by many young women, for obvious reasons: Their boyfriends can never keep their eyes off her. She contends with draconian customers who treat her worse than slaves, jeers & insults from the unemployed/under-employed youth of the poor neighborhood she lives in, crap pay & inflating living expenses. It has forced her to make her mind hard & her spirit indomitable, though she often feels helpless & defeated. Lauren is a beautiful person who loves love, classical/folk music, nature, surfing & libraries. Put her in either & she's free. The big city with its expensive lifestyle makes her no exception to the pinching to the pinching poverty commonly plaguing a significant amount of its population. But Lauren has a dream & despite acknowledging it's taking her longer to fulfil, because the criss-cross maze called life forced her deal with all the unexpected events it's thrown her way, she's not giving up on it. She'll just have to go into the modelling world tougher, colder & more cynical.
    Being stunning and gaining everyone's attention is one thing. Being in between two countries & fighting your way through a third, is another. Being regularly ridiculed by students and obnoxious professionals for being among the working poor, tops it all up. More often than not, she just wants to break down and cry, screaming & violently taking out revenge on everyone who's ever hurt her. But she nurses those feelings to herself & continues to put on the expressionless demeanor, she has mastered over the years. Having a boyfriend would be nice, someone to cuddle up to when the times are bad. That's not been an option for her though, as the majority of guys her age only want to sleep with her & older guys want to use her as their mistress or sex kitten. Basically, the same thing. Mr Right, somewhere out there, perfectly suited for her, still hasn't found his goofy ass out of whatever labyrinth he's confusing in, to meet his princess. Lauren believes in miracles deep down inside. Modern-day life has taught her to develop a Scram/If you try it, I will kill you exterior that serves as an equivalent to an 11-man protective entourage unit around her.
    The world is not ready for Lauren.
    Mohammed. 19 year old, football ace from Iran. He's 3rd from 4. His two older brothers have left the family nest, a combined ten years ago & have found wives and settled down. The oldest returned to Tehran, to raise his children there, despite reneging on the benefits he could offer them by staying in France. The baby sister is still under ten years & the active care of the loving parents. Mohammed lives in the nest, eager to get out, though the reality facing him, becomes more daunting every month. Young, Muslim, unemployed, not in university though intelligent & restless from the social neglect of immigrants/foreigners do not make him appear favorably to regional security. Living in a largely Islamic community, his friends, cousins & him have had to deal with their fair share of anti-Islamic, social discrimination in the Western 'War On Terror', locally. Consecutive stop-searches from plain-clothed policemen on a regular basis are just some of the changes they've had to put up with. There's one thing Mohammed loves doing, which transports him into a world of sheer happiness. He's been kicking a ball since he was 3 and hasn't stopped playing Football ever since. He's got skillfulness, is agile & has incredible pace. It's evident he's talented & everybody he plays with, tips him to play at a major level one day. For some reason, that hasn't happened.
    His dad is a taxi driver & works lots of overtime to cover the bills & secure a bright future for the baby girl. The bulk of the cash however has ended up with the utility providers, the landlord, the local council & the taxman. Not exactly a particularly affluent household. Not being materialistic, Mohammed doesn't mind that; he has the identity & affinity of his neck of the woods. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the opportunities for young, immigrant Muslims... not being there. So he drifts: He opens his mind up to the world and becomes a regular at the town library, reads the magazines & browses the Internet. Wikipedia becomes his favourite website & he takes an interest in Middle Eastern & Asian cultures and their historical influences. As time goes, he stimulates his intelligence so much after a few months that he decides to launch a football foundation for talented Asian kids, that educates them on their continent's cultural diversity & empowers linguistically in an Asian language, other than their native own. Brilliant idea – heaps of enthusiasm & boundless imagination. Mohammed wants to use this organization to integrate foreign youths deeper into French society & in turn show Christian, white French a positive side of their neighbors, worth supporting.
    Patiently his parents listen to him when he explains his idea but caution him to go about it carefully, so as not to trust every person he meets along the way. The following morning he intends to go to the city centre & seek advice on how to commence his start-up at the job centre. That same night, he walks to his best friend's house to have dinner & watch a DVD. Shortly before arriving at the block of flats he lives in, he notices his shoelace is undone. Next he hears a siren approaching fast. He looks back & sees a couple of armed police officers running at him with their guns aimed at him. They scream, 'FREEZE!' in an explosive urgency, then pounce him onto the concrete ground. They frisk him from head to toe. The content of his pockets are 5 Euros, a mobile phone, a wallet with an ID card, a bundle of keys & a folded-up piece of paper labelled 'business plan'. They cuff him despite his haggling protest, while his best friend and his family come out of a block's entrance. Seeing Mohammed being dragged to the police van, his best friend runs after them & screams 'HEY, WHAT THE...? STOP THIS CRAP NOW, MORONS!'. One of the cops turns round & with a stern face threatens to arrest him as well if he doesn't back off. Mohammed keeps on shouting at the officers, asking why they're doing this when he did nothing wrong. The other cop just throws him into the steel cage in the back of the police van, slams the doors shut, then enters the vehicle at the front. Mohammed's best friend, slowly breaking out to tears, quietly speaks out in incredulity, 'What the...?', as he watches the men start the vehicle & turn out the parking space. Standing in the middle of the road, he watches the van zoom off down the road, leaving only its brake-lights blur out into the night.
    The following morning, both Mohammed's parents & his baby sister come with his best friend, his father & uncle to the police station. It turns out a robbery at a liquor store took place not far from the place of arrest, in which a shop assistant was stabbed, lost a lot of blood & now lies in a coma, in Intensive Care. The officers had been patrolling the street at the time of the incident & quickly caught up with the fleeing culprits. The youths dispersed into the side alleys, while some jumped over fences and ran through random houses. The patrol team of 5 split, with two breaking up to chase two separate robbers, the driver keeping up the pursuit on the road, and the other 2 officers chasing a medium height, slim build , fast & nimble, hooded thief. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, dark tracksuit bottoms & running shoes – in all pretty much matching Mohammed's appearance. He disappeared around the corner by jumping into a fenced garden, fast-crawling into the corner with the perpendicular fence demarcating it from the neighbors, and lied on his side, as close as he could to the garden fence, with his arms & legs fully stretched out, then held his breath.
    About 4 seconds later, the the police officers came running around the corner, then accelerated pace. Mohammed, a few yards ahead, was standing back upright after crouching. Only just taking a few steps, he turned and as he looked back, he heard 'FREEZE!' & saw a leaping officer horizontally positioned mid-air, with his arms directly stretched out at him less than 2 feet away, then was rugby-tackled brutally to the concrete pavement, violently tumbling over a few times together. The other gun-toting cop joined the party 2 seconds later & pointed his barrel over the back of Mohammed's head: He didn't lower his firearm until Mohammed was cuffed. 3 of the robbers were apprehended that night, with the help of 2 additional high-speed, performance patrol vehicles, a Special Anti-Robbery Task Force unit of the city's Elite Urban Warfare Commando Reserves. One fugitive remains at large who's now additionally also being looked for by a police chopper, equipped with infrared/geo-thermal mapping devices & highly sensitive sonar-amplifiers. No personnel have so far been injured in the manhunt.
    Under frightening conditions, Mohammed was interrogated for a full two hours. When they covertly acknowledged amongst themselves that they had no hard evidence to nail him, that he was telling the truth and they must have made the arrest in error indeed, they released him half an hour later back into his holding-cell. After that, they called his parents & told them when & where they should pick him up the next morning. Mohammed's father was infuriated and shouted he would take legal actions against the station & the entire force. The officers at the reception desk gave him several attorney numbers to start from. Given the fast unfolding of the incident & the obvious similarity in looks of the suspect & Mohammed, the squad is confident they will be exonerated of their fault and ordered to make an official apology to Mohammed in writing. To protect & serve involves these things and if such mistakes have to happen in the interest of the safety of the rest of the community, then it's a small price to pay.
    A week later, after Mohammed calmed down and spent extra time in the mosque – praying to God for additional guidance, he's back surfing the web in the city library. He's been collecting information on how to go about business meetings & giving formal presentations of proposals and has written a chunk of it into his notepad. When he feels he's had enough, he logs out and prepares intensively throughout the evening with his best friend in his room. The morning thereafter, he meets a friendly, middle-aged man at the Job Centre who walks him up to the third floor into his office & interviews him about his business idea. Mohammed gives a heartfelt, spirited spiel of his concept, that captures the consultant's imagination. The consultant smiles & commends Mohammed's social insight and intellectual creativity. Then he explains the motions he would have to go through, within the mechanics of the state system, to successfully give his football foundation a solid footing. After 20 minutes he rounds up and requests Mohammed's ID, which he'll run over the national database, while Mohammed fill out some paperwork. The enthusiastic, now joyful, youth hands out his ID and obediently answers every question comprehensively.
    5 minutes later, the consultant, with a disheartened look, returns to his desk with the ID card & a print-out. He tells Mohammed that since he had obtained a criminal record, despite only being issued a few hours previously, he would not be eligible to access state support in the establishment of his business. He explains in detail how convicts & felons are assessed under a different set of rules, by which he would not be able to be provided the help that was explained earlier. Then he apologizes sincerely, being aware of a set of protocols crushing a young man's dreams. Mohammed's face turns pale. He looks blank onto the print-out. Quietly, with a breaking voice, he tells the consultant of how the case is still pending & his dad preparing to sue the police and that the force recognized their wrongdoing & his innocence. The consultant, disappointedly but firmly insists there's nothing he can do & apologizes again. Mohammed bows his head and rubs his eyes. He looks out the window, looks at the consultant, then nods his head. The consultant reaches into a drawer of his desk & selects a business card. On the back, he writes down his personal cell number, gives it to Mohammed & insists that he call him as soon as he can get the case overturned. 'I could give you some assistance, but as it stands now, it's beyond my position.' Mohammed nods again & braves a smirk. They get up & walk to the door. They shake hands, the consultant pats him on the shoulder & urges him to remain hopeful because he's a bright, young man. 'Hang in there, buddy!'
    Mohammed walks out the door. What he experienced in daunting feelings, of the future becoming more severe every month, combined, just about add up to his state of shock right now. This one takes the cake! He leaves the building & starts his 30-minute walk back to the ghetto he calls home.
    Chen. 28, part-time, Taiwanese undergraduate majoring in Nano Technology & working full-time in his mom & dad's food outlet in Los Angeles. He's the oldest of his 4 siblings, all of whom are girls. This had him become a stronger, protective person. The under-dad of the family. Chen works weekdays in the family business & 20 hours on weekends in a pizzeria as a delivery cyclist. The money he earns in tips, his parents have encouraged him to put into a non-chequeing savings account. So far, he's accumulated $8000.
    Not speaking American English well, he's struggled getting through society in the beginning, 8 years ago. Native English speakers have very little tolerance for people who can't speak their language even though most non-English speakers are at least bilingual. Ironically, the majority of native English speakers do not even remotely understand a foreign language. The fact that the English language is spoken by only 10% of the world's population, nonetheless being internationally employed as the global language, gives the overwhelming masses of native English-speakers a surreal hegemony, they however still feel is as relevant as ever. This is part of the origins of the 'White Supremacy' radicalization a significant number of Caucasians fall victim to, in varying degrees. Chen found that out by himself while studying at nights. He empowers himself with as much information as possible and also stores everything because he knows the days of the Internet providing a bulk of uncompromized truths, data & information are numbered. One day, the government will control the Internet. It's only a matter of time.
    Being mocked, taunted & openly laughed at was an ordinary occurrence. It taught him to seek closer ties with the Asian & Chinese community, and the African-American community, whose suburb he lives in. It hasn't always been smooth, but for what it's worth, he's been accepted for who he is, and that to him is all that matters. Over the past 5 years, he's noticed a change in social dynamics. The Generation Y now becoming young adults, boldly seeking to make their imprint in society and striving for better welfare has changed the society, that influences a growing part of the world. To a lesser extent do people openly profess their racism or xenophobia as freely as before. Now, even the least-linguistically adept, often cloak their violent bigotry with the most simplistic of diplomacies. It's like we have a new police in town & these Hot Shots are fresh out the academy. Chen struggled with both the new language & different system, in the first year of university. Those fancy, calculator-like, digital translators he wished for every day back then. Now, he's been using a decent one for the last 2 years. His girlfriend gave it to him on his birthday - she bought it at a reduced discount rate, her floor-staff colleagues and her were entitled to, during the price crash promotion in the stationary retail chain she works at.
    How they met must have been fate: It was on a bus, she entered & sat near him while he was miserable with the trials of his everyday yet somehow she caught his eye. It was love at first sight because the moment he looked at her, she blew him away. She's mixed-race – half Somali, half Chinese... he had never seen anyone like her! A couple of years younger, but that was about all his brain processed about her age. The rest of it just went gaga & joined him in thinking, 'WO-OOW!' Like many beautiful girls do, she challenged his stare, initially. Be it to not feel cheap, or violated, or to front, ...whichever the case may be. He's shy so breaking the ice, publicly, he knew wouldn't be easy. But he had to get her, he wouldn't let her get away. So, until she got off the bus, he master-planned his pick-up lines mentally, over & over again and drilled his motivation ready to engage. She got off, he followed her, in ways that could be termed 'stalking' and met up. She looked at him pissed off, like what the hell is this guy doing, but he just stood there in a dorky posture in front of her and stammered a few opening sentences, introducing himself. She could tell he was being sincere but scared, and thought he was kinda cute so did most of the legwork for him. She was in a hurry, asked for his phone & stored her number in it. 'WA

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