I DON'T WANNA BE A "RACIST"!

Once upon a time I lived in a crowded house in a crowded street. We were all friends in the street and always helped each other and had good times. Then one day, without even asking him, our  landlord told my Dad he was bringing some strangers into our house because it would give him more rent and it would be to our advantage. Gradually our crowded house became even more crowded. Then the landlord of  the house next door did the same, then Landlord of the next house, and then the next, until all the houses in the street were really overcrowded. But knowing that we had nowhere to go and that our ancestors had lived in the same houses for a hundred years, our landlord and the others then put up our rents, until almost all of the wages of the men in the street were taken up in rent. So they eventually had to leave their jobs and rely on benefits like Council tax rebates and housing benefit in  order to live. But even so  our standard of living sharply deteriorated.   Funnily enough, through all of this through, the strangers who had been moved in to our houses didn't seem to pay anything. And when a few of the men in the street started complaining to the Council about this, they were told various stories. One was that our country had exploited these people when we had our Empire, so we now had to welcome them and treat them nice. But then they were told that they were entitled to move into   our street because, although we no longer had an Empire, the countries they came from were now part of the British Commonwealth (whatever that was). But then we noticed that there were morer strangers coming into our street, and some of the men said they came from countries that weren't even in  the Commonwealth, So they got in  touch with our M.P. But he said they didn't have to belong to the Commonwealth because they were fleeing persecution in their own country. But the men in our street said that there was no war in their countries, and that in any case some of  them came from countries where our soldiers were fighting for their freedom or  keeping the peace, so why couldn't these strangers return and help them?.  But the people from the Council and the M.P. told them that they were all a bunch or "racists." What none of us had ever noticed was that whilst all these strangers were coming into our houses and our street  a lot of laws had been passed to stop anyone complaining. So the police were called and warned all the "racists" in our street  - including us kids -that if anyone complained any more they would all be put in prison.    
I really wish things could go back to the way they were before the strangers came. But I don't want to go to jail for being a  racist.