Search for “Tower Hamlets” on Twitter and about 95% of the comments are similar to the ones in the image. It has become a lightning rod for every racist loon, Tommy Robinson fan and cellar dwelling incel in England.

Anyway, here is what it is really like. You will see why I give the ethnicity of the people in this little story.

A couple of days ago I was leaving the house. There was a white man with Down’s Syndrome howling with distress and he wasn’t able to say what was wrong. For the sake of convenience, we will call him Tom.  Happily, the white postman said he recognised him and suggested the street where he thought the man lived. It is about a ten-minute walk from my place.

So, more in hope in expectation, I asked the lost soul to follow me and this calmed him down straightaway. En route, we met a Bangladeshi man whom Tom seemed to recognise. He said he was used to seeing Tom in the area but wasn’t sure where he lived.

The postman had mentioned a shop near where he thought Tom lived. The two Indian women who worked there said they knew him by sight and assumed he lived close by, but could offer no more help.

By this stage Tom was back in familiar surroundings and started calling his carer’s name. When we got to the street that the postman had suggested Tom knew exactly where he was.

I knocked on the door, and it was opened by Tom’s African carer. Asking God to bless me, she took him back into the house.

That is what Tower Hamlets is really like.