Britain is colonial histories, wealth built off the backs of black and brown people. Its hands washed and sweeping under the rug. It’s Brexit and deportation, it’s liberation based on western feminism. It’s make our curries and drive our taxis but don’t take our jobs. It’s a white man fighting his own war on terror, “go back to your country, you don’t belong round ere”

Brit-ish Asian is a reconciliation, of what is and what has been. Existing despite the forces that try to change the way you dress and speak. Stitching together separate pieces and places, its Air Forces and Asian clothes, madrassa at 5, it’s taking samosas to the Christmas party, Bollywood and grime. Its rewriting the narrative and reclaiming spaces, it’s existence despite the resistance.