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Tuesday, 23 March 2021

Little Sister

 


I am near the finishing line with this story! While I would normally be excited about completing a tale and letting you guys at it, this has been a toughie. I did say that I wasn't writing something light, didn't I? It fits in with how hard 2020 kicked my arse and how hard 2021 has been for me so far. 

I don't have sisters. I always thought it would be a chore and an outrage sharing things like clothes or make up or god forbid shoes! And then I met a woman who made me feel like I was a part of her family. And I know why I haven't mentioned that she's left this world, because it's honestly one of the most painful things I've experienced, but I need to let some of it go, for my own sanity. 

She was only in my life very briefly, but long enough for me to want to call her and talk about all sorts of things - from the spiritual to the inane, tv joys and travel highs. I'd have happily shared my entire wardrobe with her, looked for her approval to anything I was doing. Nothing made me happier than when her name popped up on my phone if she was calling or texting me, or when I saw her we'd have the best hugs. Any meet up would start with a cup of tea first, then we'd move onto the hard stuff - obvs, you know me by now. And I don't really take calls. I'm like "text me" but if she called, we'd talk. I really miss that. 

Her illness came from nowhere and it robbed her and us of her. It really stole my friend, my little sister from me and I'll never get her back. There's a reason for me talking about my friend. The story I'm almost finished with, is really about the vitality, the necessity of sisterhood. Doesn't have to be by blood - I've written enough about dodgy relatives (looking at you Angela!) to know that blood is not always thicker than water. But that connection with someone who you could have easily grown up with, someone who makes you smile just thinking of them, that you'd do anything for - this is that story. The lengths these women go for their chosen sisters is wild. Truly and honestly but to paraphrase Chris Rock "I wouldn't do it, but I understand!"

Before my friend left us, there was a very narrow list of people that I'd do anything for. My niece - she's got my card details, my bank account like a scam from a Nigerian Prince - but she's a bubs, so everything needs to be as an example for her, for her future. Can't let her grow up a scamp! And I struggled to understand that level of unbalanced, unconditional love where you think "What laws? Prison? Fuck it, ain't no problem!" I know it now. All too late, but I know. And I wish I'd done more. I could have done more. But hindsight in 20/20 is never useful. 

When you read this madness of 103,000 words (it's really long, I'm so sorry), you'll understand what I've rambled on about. As much as it's about do anything for your sisters, even beyond the realms of reasonableness, it's about the depth of sororal love, beyond that of any other kind of love. 

Funny. Funny weird, not funny haha. I had a sister all this time. And while she's gone, the love remains. 

Tuesday, 16 March 2021

Dangerous

 

This last week has been a trial! I actively want to scream about wtaf happened! First we had International Women's Day, which is always blocked by "what about International Men's Day!" Then the UK had the Meghan and Harry with Oprah interview which opened up a new doorway to hell. Any institution that has benefited from colonialism, from the subjugation of Black and brown bodies, which to this day, is pocketing the money repeated from said subjugation... racism is going to be present. Some of my friends have questioned 'what would Meghan expect marrying into that institution?' Listen, the global image that Little Britain has presented, is that we're above racism. We don't sully ourselves in the mire of judging people for where they are from. We're nice and tolerant here right? We're nothing like America, right? I cannot see how anything, save for Jesus Christ himself appearing to Meghan and telling her that shit is about to go down, that would have prepared Meghan for what she was subjected to. I remember my mother asking me when Prince William (before his hairline abandoned him for his waywardness) went to St Andrews, and whether I would think about changing universities. I found it ridiculous as I went to university in the greatest city in the world. (I can't remember three quarters of it, but that's because I had a fucking great time) Secondly, there would be nothing that would induce me to not only to alter my entire life for a man, but marry into the same family that basically abandoned Princess Diana to the press hounding wolves? No, no thank you. So that was all of Monday, and people finally realising that Kate Middleton is every white woman who is offended by your existence in the work place and wants to interfere in your project. If you gently correct her, the tears will come and you'll be having a chat with HR, discussing what you need to adjust any perceived 'aggression' in your presentation. 

Tuesday, a florid man with a too small shirt collar for the thickness of his neck, who felt offended that Meghan Markle didn't abandon a press junket for him to go to his pub and have a picture taken with him and invite him to her wedding, decided on national television to claim that Meghan was lying about having suicidal thoughts. He felt brave enough to do so. In contradiction to the broadcasting rules and regulations - he called her a liar - even as journalists in the royal rota (I call them journalists for ease only) admitted that Meghan had come into difficulties, that she had been deeply unhappy and often in tears. We'd all seen it in South Africa where she thanked a journalist for asking how she was because not very many people had asked. Yet, he under the umbrella of the privilege of his whiteness, felt in his power and bile to call her a liar. Not thinking that 40,999 other people would do so, I complained to OFCOM. He needed to be stopped. It was enough. 

Wednesday, whether it was a PR stunt or not, florid man walked off his tv show after repeating his disbelief about the Duchess of Sussex' suicidal ideation and being challenged by the only other person of colour on the same show. We then found out that the number of complaints to OFCOM were in the 40,000s and that the Duchess had also complained directly to ITV heads and in his probable negotiations in staying with the channel or going elsewhere, he left. I for one, was relieved to not be walking into an old office and having to explain why this man was bad vibes for the morning and that his clashes with government should be standard for any journalists and not someone to be admired. After all, this was the same person with his nose so far up T*mp's arse he could have eaten the McDonald's for him. That same day, it was confirmed that a woman who had gone missing from an area of South London that I have walked, repeatedly at all hours of the day, with headphones blaring, on my own - as I often am - had been discovered an hour and a half away in a different county and dead? I was unbalanced by it all. In discussing florid man, Sharon Osbourne decided to peak white woman and verbally attack her co-host, demanding to be educated and raging. Also Baldimort (someone related to Prince Harry) claimed the Royal Family is 'very much not a racist family'. I don't know anyone who didn't find that utterly hilarious. (I know good people!)  

Thursday, we find out that Sarah Everard, the woman who had gone missing, was likely murdered by a Met police officer. I wanted to throw something when the major cry was "you're supposed to protect us!" ***stares in Black woman*** I didn't want to derail because people were hurt, but Black people, Black women have not had the luxury of trusting the police. Ever. Black children have been murdered and it's been said to be in the public interest not to pursue their murderers. In 1981, there was a fire in New Cross which killed 13 young Black people. A certain Head of State had the opportunity to write to the families of the survivors and chose not to. The fire was started by white supremacists. The police instead decided to close the matter claiming that the fire was the fault of the party goers, who were aged between 14 and 22 years of age. Only last year, two Black women were murdered in broad daylight. Did you know that photographs of their dead bodies was passed around a police WhatsApp group? Do you think those officers still have their jobs? Of course they do. Rape and sexual assault have been pervasive throughout our society since its inception. We as women cannot do anything else more to prevent violence against us. I was at my local bus stop on my way out (yes I did look fire, thank you!) and a man tapped me on the shoulder and told me my Oyster card had fallen out of my pocket. I thanked him and he said, "You shouldn't have your music on so loud, so you're not aware of your surroundings. Anything could happen to you, you know!" The worst things that have happened to me, is when I haven't had music on, when I've been sober, in places where I should have been safe. My headphones have protected me from a world of nonsense. I didn't tell him that. I didn't even tell him that I'd been sexually harassed and assaulted on buses before, but I had no other way to get to where I needed to quickly and cheaply. Instead, I thanked him again and got on the bus.  

Friday, Davina McCall, a television presenter decided to join in the #notallmen cry despite a survey confirming that 97% of women in the UK had suffered sexual assault or harassment, and ignore what happened to Sarah Everard, to worry about the impact on men and their mental health. Of all the pickmeness. Of all the derailment. What was the reason? What was the purpose? Yes, men do suffer but we're not talking about men right now. We were talking about the lengths women have to go through just to be out in the streets alone - wear bright clothing, call a friend, stay in well lit areas, keys between the fingers - but we should be concerned about men as to the impact of speaking about what women have to do to be safe? She was dragged expeditiously and deservedly. And before you ask, yes she is.

Saturday, after Charlie Hebbo decided to post yet another racist cover. A vigil was to take place for Sarah on Clapham Common. Baldimort's wife turned up, without a mask, in plain clothes (clearly contradictory to what Meghan had said during her interview.) This is someone who has had bodies turn up on her front lake and not said a thing about it - seemingly emptyhanded, looked appropriately sad for two seconds enough for a photographer to get her profile and left. As soon as she left, the police moved in under 'Covid rules' and began arresting women, throwing them to the ground and handcuffing them. As a Black woman, I could have told them that if the police decided to use those powers that they tend to take out on us on them as white women, but sometimes, you only learn by experience. Now they know. Now they're echoing what we've been screaming into the void for years. The police abuse their powers. 

Sunday, the front pages of papers were full of pictures of Baldimort's wife and how she was displaying class and grace, rather than the violence inflicted on the vigil attendees. People were upset on Twitter and again, sometimes people only learn through experience. But it was very obvious from the reaction to the BLM protests last year compared to the vigil how much they had seen and how much they had ingested because the same lines were being regurgitated. Sunday was also Mothering Sunday in the U.K, while people with titles and honours and London mayor candidates were showing their anti-Blackness and their arseholes for the social media world to see. 

Are you tired? I was exhausted. Honestly, I've felt a weight on me for days and it has. Not. Stopped. I have been tired of the change in narrative. I have been tired by the gaslighting. By the denial of humanity for women who are Black or have proximity to Blackness. By the attempts to paper over the cracks of the monarchy and the 'the countries I've colonised have been Black!' By the immediate reaction to protect men from the violence they wield against women, rather than making laws, rules, demands that they start changing. I can only hope that this week is better and a relief because it's been far too much. If anything, this should spur me to finish my current book, get it out in the world and then I can sleep. It's the one commodity that's fast becoming too expensive and all too rare. 

 

Thursday, 11 March 2021

Killer Queen



I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things (trying to balance the work life with the book life). Now words are flowing once more, I'm going to do a takeover on Facebook!

The delightful and crazily talented Kenya Wright has invited me to a celebration of all that is Mafia in her group K Killers. If you're not already a member, add yourself and join me on Friday 12 March 2021 at 8 - 9 EST which is 1 - 2 am GMT.

Looking forward to talking about all things tall, dark and affiliated tomorrow!

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

You Should See Me In A Crown


 I'm absolutely going to age myself here, but I remember watching Princess Diana's interview with Martin Bashir. I wanted to write to Princess Diana and assure her that she was loved by the people, especially me (who copied her at every possible opportunity). I never did and then she was dispatched. That was my opportunity to express my concern and appreciation for what she was doing gone. 

I was not going to let the same thing happen to the Duchess of Sussex. The racists were out in full force from the moment it was revealed Prince Harry was dating her. There was a pap picture of them at a wedding and the glee with which people were commenting I don't think he likes her very much. The way she's grabbing him and he's not interested! Oh he was interested alright. He married her. 

In the roar of claims that Meghan had made Kate cry, she was nicknamed the 'Degree Wife' and she worked a 'different' way to the rest of the royal household, it started to bite at me. I've been minding my Black business when I've been accused of being 'aggressive' of 'making people upset' of making changes that 'aren't appreciated'. I've worked since I was sixteen years old. There has never been a job where I haven't been outsted, belittled, undermined, harassed or accused of making other's feel small because I exist. 

A man was physically aggressive with me in my office but I was a problem for voicing my concern with his behaviour (I left that place and he tried to follow me by petitioning to my then boss that we had worked well together! Imagine! He didn't get the job thank God!)

A colleague said I was 'scary' because I told them exactly how they had fucked up and how that would damage not only me but the reputation of the business. 

I've been accused of being aggressive because I didn't mollycoddle yet another man as to how to do his job. Not my own - his. 

It is all that magical ingredient we call racism, and it is strong and pervasive as fucking garlic and yet, this country continues to question whether it exists, setting up roundtables of white people to judge the issue. 

I am very obviously Black. It's the second thing noticed, after my boobs (because like Lydia Caristo's boobs, they are fabulous). And that Blackness is never divided from anything I do, even if I express myself in the meekest way possible, it will always be twisted to suit a particular narrative because of said Blackness. The same playbook is being attempted on the Duchess and I'm actually glad it's being played on a global stage, so the world can see the madness this woman is having to endure. Prince Harry married the lightest, mixed race woman possible (I say this not to disparage or negate her Blackness but to confirm that no matter the shade the Blackness is always a “problem”) and the vitriol she's faced for the audacity of having a Black mother has been difficult and disgraceful to watch. So when she was still contactable through one of the many palaces, I wrote to her. I did what I wanted to do for Princess Diana and I told her over four pages of my Jo Malone scented printed stationary, how much she was appreciated, how proud I was of her for her work and her words and her ethics and she had my love. I won't share her response , but I still pick it up and read it every so often. 

There is no doubt in my mind that Meghan is a decent, worldly, intelligent and graceful woman. And in a world that makes a mission to humble such women, especially if they have a drop of colour in them, I can see the campaign against her for what it is. Utter nonsense. I hope you see it too. 

For this reaction, playing the 'bullying, terrible, Black woman' book to undermine the first time the Duke and Duchess are freely speaking about their years of madness, you know what they tried to do to Meghan was bad. Really bad. We saw her tears and despair in South Africa. We saw how protective Harry was and remains. So, in satin pyjamas and a cold glass of prosecco, I will be watching that interview with Oprah and be ready to petition for the end of the monarchy. No institution that campaigns against a woman of colour thereby telling citizens of the same hue that they are deserving of such a reaction when they are protecting a literal paedophile, deserves to remain. 

I want my money back, thank you.