In the early 1970s, when I was aged around 6-7, I remember the issue of immigration rising high on the political agenda. My parents rowed hugely about it, with my dad becoming increasingly racist and then deciding to vote National Front. What I remember most was my bemusement at how he could split off his generalised responses to black and Asian people to his personalised friendly relationship with our West Indian next door neighbours. “They’re different”, he said, “it’s the rest of them…”. It taught me (fortunately) to do the reverse, to see other people through the same lens as seeing my neighbours. I’ve been reminded of this incessantly over the past few weeks of #Brexit….