“I grew up in the Golden Triangle. I played in your playgrounds, went to your schools, ate in your restaurants. My family was part of the community. I was part of the community. Neighbours would pass by and smile. I was 13 when things changed. Not overnight. For a little while, I didn’t look different enough. In fact, I’d be met with concern instead. People would stop outside the Shepherds of Good Hope and ask if I was OK, or lost. I was still your neighbour then.”