Cripes. There was I thinking that in drinking my Kenyan roast coffee this morning, I was helping to create proper sustainable jobs in Africa and allowing folks to put food on the table of their family, pay taxes to support healthcare, education and other good things. How foolish was I?
It seems that like women’s hockey, sand, knickers, golf, chess, bedrooms, Mahatma Gandhi, roads, milk, covid, Nurses, clapping, butter, maths, front lawns, global warming, ice-cream, dating a person of colour (like the Mrs) or not dating a person of colour, drinking coffee is now also racist and an act of white supremacy.
The Mrs, who is of Indian origin, drinks vast amounts of tea which is apparently also racist towards Indian folks and an act which reinforces colonial oppression. I will leave her to figure out what she should do to atone for her sins.