Lately there’s been a lot of talk about immigration, I know,
when isn't there… but it got me thinking about my experience growing up in
Britain.
Multiculturalism. Man, such a heavy loaded word which people
respond to either with a gagging reflex or a saintly smile and open hand
gesture seen daily on politicians.
This word didn't exist when I was growing up in rural
Essex. Having fled the downtrodden of
80s west London, the parents dragged me and my black face into whiter than UKIP
South Essex. Multiculturalism? I was black and that was that. I learned
within two days in my primary school that it was sink or assimilate. And I did. So that by the time I reached
secondary school I had two me-s. The ‘me’ at home: chatty, confident,
argumentative but respectful of my parents, listening to reggae alongside
classical alongside soul, eating plantain one day and Yorkshire puddings then
next. Then there was the me at school – still chatty, a joker to enable me to
make friends, lacking in confidence, afraid of older girls, unsure as to why
people thought it was ok to tell me boys didn't fancy me because I was
black…and then sadly accepting this as the norm, ashamed of my Afro hair neatly
braided every Saturday night by MissingMum, fearful of any newcomers to a
social group as I had to gauge whether they would be ok with me being black or
not, laughing at the black jokes aimed at me but burning with anger inside, gradually
developing a hatred for the brown face that looked back at me every morning.

I don’t know how I feel about the discussion about whether
multiculturalism works. Every nation,
continent, indeed this Earth is full of different cultures. Britain need only
turn the pages of its own history books to see how instrumental it has been in
developing a country which has a variety of peoples. These people of other cultures would not be
here if the Brits hadn't have gone there.
My view is that it is about acceptance and understanding.
No, don’t think I’m being wishy washy.
Me and the GeordieLad have a people in our lives from a plethora of countries,
cultures, religions, cities, abilities, sexualities, genders, beliefs, counties
and they are welcomed to our family as one.
Surely that’s enough. That’s what we’re teaching the 3G.
As FantasticoDad says, there is only one race
– the human race.
Goodnight London, wherever you are.
Goodnight London, wherever you are.
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