My lived experience, as a mixed-heritage black man, helps provide me with some possible answers. In many ways, the story of my family is the story of Britain. My Dad came to t the UK from Grenada, one of the last bastions of the British Empire. Along with my English mum, we lived on a council estate in Northampton where, nearby, my Dad worked in a food processing factory and over time became increasingly involved in his trade union, eventually becoming a full-time trade union official for the Bakers, Food and Allied Workers Union. Alongside him in the factory worked my English granddad, a white working-class veteran of the Allied invasion of Normandy in the Second World War. On paper, you couldn’t have come up with two people with more different lives. But it was their shared values that made us work as a family and taught me that people, no matter what their differences are, have so much in common.