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.