Something to Tell You

The plane must have touched down around three in the morning. I had to slap and shake Miriam awake. She'd been living in a squat in Brixton and was eager to get away. The area had recently been torn apart by anti-police riots. Miriam had been up for a week throwing bricks and helping out at the Law Centre. The contemporary graffiti advised: 'Help the police—beat yourself up.'

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