So Mum, how come there are no Black ballet dancers, no Black painters, no celebrated writers, and no ugly White people? And why did that man spit at me and call me n*****?
I was so embarrassed by studying Shakespeare’s Othello, with all the other girls in the class looking at me every English lesson that it’s a wonder I passed any exams!
My Grammar school was literally a stone’s throw from Hogarth’s House and we visited it frequently. Talk about colour blind: if my classmates had seen any Black people in the prints, they would have gleefully pointed them out to me. I returned to Hogarth’s House as an adult, after I had discovered the Rake’s Progress series, and saw – meaning synched brain and eyes – Black characters in real time.
Who could have predicted 60 years later the Black Chiswick through History Project would be established:
Spiritual by Undine Smith-Moore: “Watch and Pray: mamma is massa going to sell us tomorrow?”