There are some Poles just now where I live, to pick raspberries and strawberries for the summer, and we spoke to some of them in the pub who were nice and invited them back to mine for a smoke, even a couple of the blokes.
On the way out of town, some neds shouted stuff at them with their clothes and haircuts and tans, and I grabbed the biggest Pole (huge skinhead) and told him to ignore them. But he wouldn't and punched one of the neds in the face a couple of times, but ned#2 basically caved his skull in with a full beer can. One ned girl came over to me and all the Polish girls and said she was going to tell the police I had raped her because I was with those foreign pricks.
I think my adrenaline-fuelled retort was "you wish", and I got the rest of them out of there.
So my experience of racial violence that evening where both sides were at fault left me feeling ashamed of the Scottish peasantry, and sad for those Polish guys just trying to have a good time, even if they should have just left it- "This is Scotland, we'll just set aboot ya" quote from that douchebag that kicked a flaming arab at Glasgow Airport.
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