If it was going to happen at all they thought it would happen in Brixton where the clubs being raided all the time sent the black youth to set up their sound systems and I Roy pounded through the open windows, the streets turned to dub. Or even maybe again down the Grove, like it did in the 60’s and where each year the Carnival gets policed more heavily (they call it “low profile”) than before. Bristol came as a shock to a white community of liberals whose eyes were elsewhere and didn’t consider that the divide—their comprehension of institutionalized racism only on paper—had turned into a chasm.