// Leanne Jones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unrequitedjones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
"Happy, whole, and Mad Martha Jones, it works for me," Martha said, mostly because she didn't want to not have a friend while stuck in 1964. She might not know who Donna was, but Donna had at least reacted positively to her. She wondered, but didn't ask, if they'd started off this rough when they met before.
She coudln't, however, stop herself from scoffing at Donna's last comment. "You're white, and you type. You'll have a better time of it than I will. Bet I won't even be allowed to run a till. Wasn't at the shop in London either. Didn't have my papers, and the Commonwealth Immigration Act had just been amended. Lucky for psychic paper, I suppose, but I was still out of colour." She laughed and shook her head a little at the memory. She was a doctor for goodness' sake!
"But at least I got the moon landing to look forward to, yeah? Wait a second ... it isn't July 18 yet, is it? That's what starts it all, y'know, we studied it in primary." Suddenly Martha was very scared. Her mother had been just a girl at the time, but she said the whole of the world was riveted when Harlem burned. Then America couldn't stop burning for years.
The Doctor had taken her to lands where being human was all that distinguished her, not anything of what category of human she was, or what colour her skin was. Sometimes, like right now, it was hard to imagine how the world had ever got off to the stars. Not that 2007 was much better. Sure, things were a bit different, but now it was those of Arab or Chinese descent who faced discrimination in England.