THOUGHTS ON BLACK HISTORY MONTH AND THE WINDRUSH LEGACY
Join our Fundraising & Development Manager Cynthia Roomes in a moving tribute to her late mother as she shares her thoughts on the Windrush Legacy for Black History Month.
23 October 2018
The inhumane and barbaric treatment of black people during the transatlantic slave trade has been well documented. Forcibly taken from their homelands in Africa, and transported across the ‘new world’ as slaves, millions of black people died in the process, and millions more were held in captivity for hundreds of years. The details of this horrific story of human tragedy must never be forgotten.
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Fast forward to 2018, the prevalence of racism, intolerance, bigotry, and prejudice in modern day society is undeniable. Black History Month is a very visible and high profile event, a framework which helps us to recall the negative and positive experiences black people went through, and are still going through. The Windrush Scandal is a prime example, hundreds of black people, British citizens, have lost their homes, their livelihoods, their access to services, their pensions, some have lost their dignity, and the comfort of their loved ones. This has been needless hardship and suffering.
We can all learn from these experiences, no matter what colour we are, and we can utilize that learning to create opportunities for a more progressive and cohesive future.
So – I am sure that Marcus Garvey (one of my past black heroes) would be proud to know that Stormzy (one of my current black heroes) has provided scholarships for two talented black students (future black heroes) who have now enrolled at Cambridge University.
A POETIC TRIBUTE – Mama Cry Mama Cry
My parents – Leonora (nee Roomes) and Sidney Ashley, returned home to Jamaica in 1985. They got married when I was about 16yrs old, which was nice because that meant I got to go to their wedding!!!
‘Mama Cry Mama Cry’ is a poetic tribute to my Mother, who along with my Father, was one of the original Windrush Generation. ‘Dada’ passed away in 1990 at the age of 77. He had spent nearly three decades working as a carpenter master builder for Lambeth Council. ‘Mama’ passed away in 2013 at the age of 83. She was an NHS hospital worker for 26 years.
Windrush Nurses & Co.
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‘Mama Cry Mama Cry’ tells the story of what black people and their children faced when they first arrived in Britain during the 50s and 60s, and how they triumphed over adversity.
Black people have made outstanding contributions to British society, from before World War 1 to the present day. How outrageous and ungracious it is, that today hundreds of people have been adversely affected by the Windrush Scandal and the governments failure to recognize the legal status of people who have been British citizens for decades. I am so sad that they have not been able to enjoy the kind of retirement my parents had, and worked hard for.
Black History Month provides a unique and precious window of opportunity for all people of all colours to come together and acknowledge these experiences, and to celebrate the contributions and achievements of black people – all over the world!!! Black History Month remains an important landmark in the cultural calendar of human history, and long may that continue.
I am proud to be an ascendant of the Windrush Generation, and through my poem ‘Mama Cry Mama Cry’ to join The Diana Award in celebrating the Windrush Generation contributions to British Society as part of Black History Month 2018.
Mama Cry, Mama Cry
Mama cry mama cry
Mama cry living eye water from her eyes
mama cry so ‘til she no have no more
eye water to cry.
Things was really hard living on an island
then came a man in a shirt and tie
from the mainland.
Saying ‘free education
in our modern civilisation
good working conditions for all
high wages unlikely to fall.
All you got to do is give us your labour
get on a boat, a plane, a train
and come on over’.
Mama leave mama leave
mama leave the little island in the sun
mama leave and say she soon send for the youth
and let them come.
Yes labour was what they wanted
slaving on the mainland.
Rushing like a russian through the concrete
mama was missing the beach and the sand.
Feeling the cold of ice and snow
smelling the paraffin fire glow
mama recall granma mention plantation
then she find herself in the same situation.
All she could do is send for the children
the few shilling she save must can educate them.
Mama send mama send
mama send for the youths to make them get wise
mama send for the youths, she borrow she lend
from friend and friend.
But things was getting worse
when the youths reach the mainland.
The natives get worried and started to curse
people from the island.
It’s true they did get some schooling
yet still the teachers was only fooling
feeding the youth a history full of lies
with mind control they tried to hypnotise.
Some loose through they choose to play the game.
Some win through they know that all is the same.
Mama why mama why
mama why you suffer so much when you try
mama why mama why
tell me why should I give and live like a fool
when I know that you cry.
Mama why – mama cry
mama try – mama sigh
and then she say
‘children never you believe a lie
always look your friends in the eye
try to remember
mama cry, mama cry’.
Cynthia Antoinette Roomes ©