1970’s I worked for a solicitor (no black/brown faces – even in the Law Society School – although I do remember a student getting a ‘Morgan’ for his 21st!, Then Hambros Bank – again no black/brown faceshere either (although there was a top dealer who had previously worked for a bookie). Then teacher training – same story again. Ok there were far fewer ethnic minorities then, but I was privileged, University grant, safe loving home if needed, Yes overdraft and inability to withdraw money, but no real jeopardy (even with a wife who only worked sporadically). So definitely not rich, but not poor either! Qualified as a teacher and earning enough (just) to get a mortgage (with parental help). Did up house and made a profit so up the housing ladder (well a rung!). Three children who were also middle class despite the efforts of their mother! I will always have a feeling of guilt that I could have done more for them, but they knew they would never be homeless, even after a rather nasty divorce (solicitors have a lot to answer for at times!).
Which neatly brings us back to the case. In a perfect world the detective would not have had to go to court – but given that we live in a racist society it was absolutely necessary!