It is lunchtime in Neeson’s, a tiny pub in the heart of Govanhill. A dozen or so regulars, perched on a semi-circle of high stools, fall silent as Margaret Reilly, the manager, finishes polishing a glass, leans on the bar and clears her throat.
“How many of you have been propositioned by Roma children?” she asks. Every male in attendance raises an arm. It is an extraordinary, sobering moment and many are keen to recount their experiences.
“I’ll never forget it,” says…
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