To experience your country under occupation gives you an insight in to the mind-set of your occupiers.
Every native is looked upon as inferior being not having the intellectual knowledge of the uniformed goons, it can be a pitiful sight when you are stopped and questioned by these supermen, who after many attempts to spell your address finally give up while you help them out.
You can be lucky and only receive a verbal bashing or as happened on many occasions have the butt of a rifle banged
in your body, or a   few kicks from a hefty boot.

Paul stop and imagine being confronted by a squad of uniformed Irish in some street in Hull, and receiving the same treatment, you may not have to spell out your address, but you could be left lying in the street while your invaders enjoy the moment.

This treatment occured on a daily basis in Ireland`s occupied six counties during all of our years under British rule, not forgetting the civilians that were murdered to be later covered up by the Britsh white-wash machine.

Now you know why I pitied the Kenyans or any other race that had to endure occupation.