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One night a few weeks ago, a young disabled student, quite new to Brighton, stood on a local railway station saying goodbye to friends. They’d spent a happy evening together. As their train pulled out, he was left on his own.
Suddenly, a group of teenagers on the platform opposite noticed him – and his disability. They began to laugh and hurl mocking abuse. “Downs Syndrome! Downs Syndrome!” they bellowed. He offered no response and left the station. He’d felt welcome in Brighton, so it was upsetting. But it was nothing new. Continue reading
