The last thing you expect to read when you open your laptop on a Sunday morning is a vile email that calls you the N-word. It came with an added threat of sexual violence. The thick mental armour that had protected me from racial abuse over the years fell apart. I felt extremely vulnerable. The thought that an unknown person, with unknown motives, had sought and targeted me on gender and racial grounds shook me to the core. The odd racial insult on the street can be brushed aside, but the fear of dealing with an unknown assailant with the...