Many people watched almost the entire first season of ‘Suits’ and had no idea the actress playing Rachel Zane was mixed-race. The first hint that Meghan Markle might be ‘Blackish’ came when Wendell Pierce arrived to play her on-screen father. The next we knew, the American actress was dating Prince Harry, with headlines appearing like “Harry’s girl is (almost) straight outta Compton”. In other words, “ghetto.”
With her ‘exotic DNA’, the British public presumed Meghan Markle would be one of Harry’s short-term lovers. However, long before Meghan came on the scene, Black Brits had often joked about how Harry liked a bit of chocolate. He is, after all, more like his mother, we’d argue. We realised pretty quickly the seriousness of their relationship when the Prince issued an official statement addressing the “the racial undertones of comment pieces, and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments” about his girlfriend. …
Random acts of kindness have been the hallmark of my life for as long as I can recall.
When I was six years old, Miss Ivy plucked me from the streets of Kingston, fed me, clothed me, and sent me to school for nearly two years — all because I looked like her only son, who had died in a road accident.
At a carnival in Salvador, Brazil, a White English man in the crowd lent me £500 after my back pocket was slashed and all my cash and travellers’ checks stolen. He scribbled an address in Brixton, where I could return the loan when I was ready. …
At twelve, my best friend was a white boy named David, who lived across the road from us. David and I walked to school together, went berry picking with his dad in summer, slept in each other’s house or pitched a tent in the back yard just for fun in stormy weather.
One day, David became ‘an accidental Skinhead’ when the barber gave him a lopsided haircut. I didn’t laugh when his white mate, Steve, said he looked just like a plucked chicken. David went back the next day and had his head shaved. He never spoke to me again after Steve had his hair chopped off too, although I lived on the same road in the same house and went to the same school for four more years. …
The idiot Eastern European driver parks his car at a bus stop two hundred metres from my flat, so I am forced to stride up to him suited and booted with dreadlocks flowing in the cold evening wind. He looks almost straight through me just as I reach the stationary Mercedes and starts the engine to pull out into the street. I quickly knock on his window and manage to open the passenger door as he steps on the brakes.
“Are you the car for Buckingham Palace?”
“Hurry up and get in, man,” he shouts back at me, “I’m parked in a bus lane. It’s a fifty pound fine!”
“I didn’t tell anyone to ask you to park here. I told your controller exactly where my flat is.”
“I was looking at Beaufort Mansions,” he offers up as a feeble excuse.
“That’s your problem, mate, that’s not where I live.”
“My problem?” he says with a snarl. …
In the first two buildings that Ralph Swimer Limited occupied, no white person would work. Not even those without qualifications. The Swimer family lived above the shop at 22 Whitechurch Lane and their living quarters were as disgusting as the business premises below.
Ralph Swimer had advertised in the Hackney Gazette for a Bookkeeper to Trial Balance. Each applicant who turned up for interview bluntly refused the job when offered. He was glad, finally, to sneer a well-qualified and pretty, young thing in her early thirties. …
Even in Japan, where you rarely see a Black person, people hold on to their bags when they see a small, dark-skinned Black man approaching from a distance. Or they slam on the automatic locking system from inside their shinny new cars when I’m crossing the road minding my own business. My Saint Lucian-born travelling companion is oblivious to it all. He shares the same pastry-coloured skin tone as the Japanese. They don’t see him coming from a distance.
This is the reality of my life in the twenty-first century as a fifty-four-year-old British-born man of Caribbean descent with chocolate-brown skin. Perhaps it’s my own fault. I do nothing to help myself; it has been said. I don’t practice respectability politics. Nor do I have a fair-skinned partner of a different race or ethnicity by my side with “internationally beige” children to lessen my social impact in an otherwise racist and hostile world. …
“Quick, bury those negative comments and reviews on social media.” That is the knee-jerk reaction for many. However, quite the contrary should be true; you should see this is a great opportunity to show that your brand is grown up.
Thank the negative poster for taking the time to point the issue out and tell them how you will ensure that this problem does not happen again (if your fault), or demonstrate where they are going wrong and supply an alternative.
If your service is an app, let them know that the issue will be cleared up in Version 1.1 …
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We had been in some slight disagreement for the past few minutes in our open-planned office. It had started quietly at the line manager’s desk. But now, I had returned to my own workstation to continue the task she had set me, she was still fuming.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” she shouted; slamming her fist against a desk and throwing her voice across the office while our junior colleagues sniggered and stared.
I turned to look at her with slow, deliberate contempt that I saw her visibly shiver, while desperately trying to hold it together.
“What?” I said. “I told you I would speak to the client as you’ve asked. But I don’t see the problem. And I’m not going to pretend that I do see a problem when I think you’re clearly wrong. …
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