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Supposedly, in this world, merit and excellence are celebrated. But I can do everything
better than everyone else on earth. Why do I have to apologize for it? Isn't it supposed to be amazing?
And Britain is a terribly racist country; the most racist in the entire world; isn't it a bit late to try and suddenly remedy
it just because you found out about me? Why didn't you put Asians in adverts before? In football? In popular
culture? If Asians make up a tenth of the population, you don't put an Asian in every tenth bit part or as every tenth
extra, but in every tenth lead role on TV, every tenth pop act, every tenth top job.
Finally, I want to say that I posted my open letter to everyone at the beginning of September
2003. Nearly seven months ago. Not only was it urgent that my issues were immediately addressed by government
and media, but it was also the most amazing document. You all ganged together and pretended to look the other way!
Don't I exist, then? I asked for fifty million pounds. That is mine by right, and until it's paid, not only will
Britain sink through the floor and continue to sink and sink, but also your own lives will continue to worsen. You can't
spite me by letting the country rot and withdrawing to retire on your ill-gotten gains. I am telling you that it is
much better to pay me now, and quickly, to minimize your own personal suffering. I shouldn't have had to write this!
You looked the other way for seven months. You should have told the public. Not live a lie! Now look what
I've done! Your television programmes are rubbish. Your television channels are rubbish. Your newspapers
are rubbish. Your government is rubbish. Your art is rubbish. Your music is rubbish. And because you
looked the other way, and told yourselves I didn't exist or would go away, you must think that you
are rubbish.
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