I knew nish about the windrush and invite stroke ambush to prop up the NHS and utilise the surplus to clean the rubbish of the western virus
The peacock of fascists was Enoch the racist in the epoch of prejudice that yanked my chain and was due to again and again and again and again and again and again and again creating thresholds between us and them
I was being told to go back home by grown up men way before I was ten
The tactical onslaught began . Securing the groundwork clubs because rasta represented and reggae kept on hugging us like an anxious surrogate shielding us from the effects of an inevitable arrest
On the propaganda front was a fictitious alpha man
named Tarzan
The flank; your Jim Davidsons
The formula of notorious becomes glorious created the legacy of alf garnet
and that's not the half of it
We were woven into a fabric
and racism was our carpeting
carefully tread
cause in police custody some of us wound up ded
Flares and platforms were that norm
a wave of consciousness embraced us as socialists, and , albeit mostly about the music , there was niche within the collective
On the flipside the political riptide is Brits abide with which side their bread's buttered on , even if they know it's wrong so they go along with the subliminal indoctrination of white domination which favours beneficiaries of lighter shades of skin and it's a stronghold when a 1.6 percent population change exposes a sterile culture; imposing a new beginning
It was the 80s. And you can say whatever you want; but when the 3rd biggest opposition is the national front, it has an impact on the feeling that you actually belong
Thatcher came along and it was on. Right right, left wrong
And the nf chanted threatening songs legalised and strong in lynch mobs of yobs who'd jump , not fight lone brothers who'd dare walk alone at night
and scar him
We'd sing and pray but everything we had to say was shirked
We had riots like diets that don't work
and around that time Lennox Lewis won the world championship at wembley and one of them grabs my hand and gushes 'now you and me are brothers and they shifted their complaining to the Asian invasion
Much the same complaints , a bit less of the maiming
Then a music genre dramatically put it on ya but the back lash was a re-hash of consumer fodder
Thank heavens poetry is underground and the frequency is lower
See hip hop came bounding like a prodigal son before it became a boring whore , foreboding imploding in self evolving folklore.
Gladiatorially
Originally the community spoke through an independent medium with the tenet of drums and the self-fathering academia of karnac lectures and briefly the second coming showed a face that Sodom and Gomorrah defaced with crime and bass
and as stateside was the birth place ,
talking loud and getting jiggy came to be a requiem of a baller called PAC and a G called biggy
Their legacy reigns in the self defeated phrase 'taking the nig out of the ghetto out of the nig '
Or something
Now social liberalism has a vision of equilibrium but its more practical for capitalism to colonise its rats into bunches of stats than to allow rugged individualism
That's why we had to be categorised as blacks
and it's easier to stagnate than articulate the infinite bounty of the colour spectrum
During the heights of civil rights it was re-typed to feel right and our heroes used negroes and since then it's been coloureds , then blacks ,then niggas on crack in self fulfilling caricatures but before that there was a season when somebody thought we were human beings and deserved the considered distinction of being Afro-Caribbean which was la de da caviar to our community bourgeoisie
But
Now that metropolis has become a basin of homogenised lotion
and Asians blend in and some eastern Europeans act like homogenising's an unforseen task and they front rather than ask what one's supposed to do in a melting pot
North Africans who already trust you to do business if you're that type,
some orientals who think you're to dark to respect and some English who agree but wind in their necks since there's no competitive representative elect and whose kids aint talking jafaican
Now we've all finished whinging about the job stealing house packing polish exodus and there are indentured poles saying the same about Romanians ; moaning about us is so 1970s and it's a minefield cussing Muslims
In 2013 I can't help seeing eclecticism as a little suspect since we've all got radicals who are septic
So where do you fit against my legendary constants
of the low expectation
drug dealing
penis wielding
handbag stealing
sucker punches that blight like red traffic lights on the road of my life
And there's a thing
Where wil that leave my children reared in a series of rotating interventions where everything we could possibly need is at our disposal yet something's missing
Like decisions
So who the heck am I now. Who are any one of us
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