Here is an example of an essay on Racism which I wrote using the blog.

I published the essay in parts so you can see the way to do it.
I published the start first, then the middle and finally the last sentence - the conclusion. So it is upside down!

This means you have to scroll down to see the method - and, I regret, use a bit of common sense!

I do hope this is useful.

Them and us

Reporter: "Excuse me, may I interview you?"

Man: "Yes!"

Reporter: "Name?"

Man: "Abdul Al-Rhazim."

Reporter: "Sex?"

Man: "Three to five times a week."

Reporter: "No no! I mean male or female?"

Man: "Yes, male, female... sometimes camel."

Reporter: "Holy cow!"

Man: "Yes, cow, sheep... animals in general."

Reporter: "But isn't that hostile?"

Man: "Yes, horse style, dog style, any style."

Reporter: "Oh dear!"

Man: "No, no deer. Deer run too fast. Hard to catch."

Them and us. Abdul Al-Rhazim thinks he fits in when he just doesn't. He is not “us” he is “them”. And it hurts.

When I was living in San Pedro in Murcia, Spain, I flattered myself on loving the Spanish, speaking their language and being a Spaniard. When I went into the local store that sold everything, I asked the lady for something or other. I then apologised for her not understanding my Spanish. “Soy Ingles.”

Her contemptuous reply I have never forgotten, “Como se parece.” (That's obvious!)

I know a family who live in a Muslim country. The woman opposite is a very bitter second wife. Her husband, a devout man, visits here regularly in accordance with Sharia. She has a lot of children who play in the street and kick their ball against my friend's family car. She has rigged up several cameras outside her house to spy on my friends who live just opposite her. She deliberately blocks the road with her own car and treats her servants – two wretched Filipinas – abominably.

Eventually my friends fixed up their own small camera to record the children's antics. By that time, they were alone in the street – everyone else had been driven out. The next day, the Police came round with the Manager of the Estate to tell them to remove the camera! It was a case of “Yessir!” - or immediate deportation.

Now they live in a different part of town, as far away from her as possible.

The lady of the house – the woman opposite - was a Muslim citizen of the country and my friends were expats. And they were not even Muslim! They were, in other words “them”, and treated as such. So they got hurt.

How would you like to live as a devout Muslim in Britain today? I can tell you, being a “foreigner” in your own country hurts. It really does.

Them and us.

We are nice. We are clean living. We work for our families. Yes, we can be a bit smelly sometimes, but – hey – who cares!

They are foreign. They have dirty habits. They are here for the welfare state. They stink! Yuck!

Let us examine some of “them”.

Skin colour. Easy to pretend that, like Mr Corbyn's carefully planned front bench, like the “diverse” BBC, skin colour does not matter. Until you are black skinned or brown skinned. Fair's fair! Then, for far too many of our fellow citizens, it really does matter.

But it also works the other way round.

I notice, for instance that the ANC was once a mixed rainbow nation anti-apartheid movement in South Africa. Many white Liberals were seen joining in the demonstrations. Now? Nakedly black only.

I have a friend who, applied for Sierra Leonian citizenship. He is white skinned. He was refused – on racial grounds.

Our Catholic Church is colour blind – it really is. Black skins, brown skins, white skins all mingle and mix together – inside the church building. We are all, after all, Catholics together. After the service, however, the Indians join their own group outside. When our priest had a brown skin (he was a Sikh convert from East Africa), Indians of all sorts flocked to church.When a very nice Indian heritage girl appeared in my East European English lesson, I could feel the room freeze. Eastern Europeans are not used to Africans or Indians – they are “not us” - they are czarny - black.

We assume, too often, that everyone in the world wants to be “us”.

Once, in an African University in Ghana, I was privileged to be invited to a garden party run by a well meaning lady. She provided a table with a white table cloth, a tea pot and a milk jug and some cups and saucers, all in impeccable order.

With pride, she revealed the cucumber sandwiches which she had made and she had even cut the crusts off the bread.She was quite determined that the Ghanayan guests from all walks of life should be “us” and sit down to a nice friendly tea time.And they did too. They didn't much care for the tea made in the British way, so very politely they left it.Then, very carefully, they peeled their sandwich open and looked inside. What was this strange thing all green and tasting of nothing?

They picked it out and threw it on the ground.Then they examined the remains of the carefully prepared sandwich and politely left it on the plate. It didn't work. “They” wanted to be “them”, not “us”.

Race is so easy for bigots. Actually it is complicated. It needs more looking into.

865 words.

The good thing about using my template is that the essay will be varied.

So I scrolled down the paragraphs link and got this:

The idea of the template is to get you started. Observant readers will see that I have left out the equality - the appeal to jealousy bit - because I didn't think it was necessary in this case. This is a very much overused meme by blogs like the Canary.

See what you think.

“Us” and “them”.

We are nice. We are clean living. We work for our families. Yes, we can be a bit smelly sometimes, but – hey – who cares!
They are foreign. They have dirty habits. They are here for the welfare state. They stink! Yuck!
Let us examine some of “them”.
Skin colour. Easy to pretend that, like Mr Corbyn's carefully planned front bench, like the “diverse” BBC, skin colour does not matter. Until you are black skinned or brown skinned. Fair's fair! Then, for far too many of our fellow citizens, it really does matter.
But it also works the other way round.
I notice, for instance that the ANC was once a mixed rainbow nation anti-apartheid movement in South Africa. Many white Liberals were seen joining in the demonstrations. Now? Nakedly black only.
I have a friend who, applied for Sierra Leonian citizenship. He is white skinned. He was refused – on racial grounds.
Our Catholic Church is colour blind – it really is. Black skins, brown skins, white skins all mingle and mix together – inside the church building. We are all, after all, Catholics together. After the service, however, the Indians join their own group outside. When our priest had a brown skin (he was a Sikh convert from East Africa), Indians of all sorts flocked to church.When a very nice Indian heritage girl appeared in my East European English lesson, I could feel the room freeze. Eastern Europeans are not used to Africans or Indians – they are “not us” - they are czarny - black.
“Them” and “us”.
We assume, too often, that everyone in the world wants to be “us”.
Once, in an African University in Ghana, I was privileged to be invited to a garden party run by a well meaning lady. She provided a table with a white table cloth, a tea pot and a milk jug and some cups and saucers, all in impeccable order.
With pride, she revealed the cucumber sandwiches which she had made and she had even cut the crusts off the bread.She was quite determined that the Ghanayan guests from all walks of life should be “us” and sit down to a nice friendly tea time.And they did too. They didn't much care for the tea made in the British way, so very politely they left it.Then, very carefully, they peeled their sandwich open and looked inside. What was this strange thing all green and tasting of nothing?
They picked it out and threw it on the ground.Then they examined the remains of the carefully prepared sandwich and politely left it on the plate.It didn't work. “They” wanted to be “them”, not “us”.
Race is so easy for bigots. Actually it is complicated. It needs more looking into.

More on this fruitful theme tomorrow. I would welcome your comments.

This is how I wrote the words below. They form the first paragraphs of my essay.

Go to TEMPLATE - scroll down to  Now for the paragraphs… 

Then click on the paragraph you want to use.

Here is mine:

5. How would you like it if…

(I am writing about racism.)

Them and us. Abdul Al-Rhazim thinks he fits in when he just doesn't. He is not “us” he is “them”. And it hurts.

When I was living in San Pedro in Murcia, Spain, I flattered myself on loving the Spanish, speaking their language and being a Spaniard. When I went into the local store that sold everything, I asked the lady for something or other. I then apologised for her not understanding my Spanish. “Soy Ingles.”

Her contemptuous reply I have never forgotten, “Como se parece.” (That's obvious!)

I know a family who live in a Muslim country. The woman opposite is a very bitter second wife. Her husband, a devout man, visits here regularly in accordance with Sharia. She has a lot of children who play in the street and kick their ball against my friend's family car. She has rigged up several cameras outside her house to spy on my friends who live just opposite her. She deliberately blocks the road with her own car and treats her servants – two wretched Filipinas – abominably.

Eventually my friends fixed up their own small camera to record the children's antics. By that time, they were alone in the street – everyone else had been driven out. The next day, the Police came round with the Manager of the Estate to tell them to remove the camera! It was a case of “Yessir!” - or immediate deportation.

Now they live in a different part of town, as far away from her as possible.

The lady of the house – the woman opposite - was a Muslim citizen of the country and my friends were expats. And they were not even Muslim! They were, in other words “them”, and treated as such. So they got hurt.

How would you like to live as a devout Muslim in Britain today? I can tell you, being a “foreigner” in your own country hurts. It really does.

Racism

How do you start? Like this?

Reporter: "Excuse me, may I interview you?"
Man: "Yes!"
Reporter: "Name?"
Man: "Abdul Al-Rhazim."
Reporter: "Sex?"
Man: "Three to five times a week."
Reporter: "No no! I mean male or female?"
Man: "Yes, male, female... sometimes camel."
Reporter: "Holy cow!"
Man: "Yes, cow, sheep... animals in general."
Reporter: "But isn't that hostile?"
Man: "Yes, horse style, dog style, any style."
Reporter: "Oh dear!"
Man: "No, no deer. Deer run too fast. Hard to catch."

Them and us. Abdul Al-Rhazim thinks he fits in when he just doesn't. He is not “us” he is “them”. And it hurts.

If you happen to be, say, a student at university or a boy at school, then this can well be seen as quite witty. While the hormones rage, sex is always an amusing and, yes, a naughty topic really.

Old men, likewise, are often smutty. I do not know why. Perhaps it is because our bodies make us so ridiculous anyway with their sudden failures and embarrassing noises.

Some people are always on the look-out for trouble and, of course, to them this is racist and possibly, if they are very lucky, Islamophobic too. Oh - I nearly forgot - it is sexist too - Bingo!

I think I have offended nearly everyone now - and got everyone's attention.

We really do live in times when jokes are getting less and less tolerated. That is a shame. But there you are. 

I chose this way of starting off because I thought of a number and then used the number on my blog. If you would like to see the template which I used, click here.

But there are better ways of doing that. More tomorrow.

Introduction:

The Purpose of this supplementary blog is to show you how to use my website Gourmet English by giving you examples to look at.

Yes, I am going to make some deliberate mistakes. And, I hope, not too many careless typos too.

But I need to show how the blog works so you can do it too.

Let me talk you through the following essay on the topic of Racism.
I have quite deliberately chosen this hot topic because it is one that has simply got to be got right.