I was at Uni with a guy who had been born and raised in Zimbabwe before Mugabe launched another round of "Kill the White Farmers" and the family ended up in SA and then Milton Keynes. I know... The horror!Manager of a project I supported. His facial features always reminded me of a stereotype and there was a twang in his accent that I couldn't place.
One day it clicked. First into the meeting (less him, who'd been in the previous meeting), five minutes before parade, we greeted. He had Boer blood. South Africa? Without getting from his seat, he bristled and stood tall.
Rhodesia. From his age, he was probably displaced by Mugabe 50 years ago. He forgave me.
He was brought up to still consider it to be Rhodesia.
Scars, it seems, heal hard