On 30 April 1978, an estimated 100,000 people marched seven miles from Trafalgar Square and rocked out, a show of solidarity against the National Front and the rhetoric of public figures like Enoch Powell. Everything about the day gives us some insights into Britishness.
The cohorts performing came from all over: Mick Jones of The Clash – born in Wandsworth, London, to a Welsh father and a Russian Jewish mother; Tom Robinson who realised he was gay at the age of 13 at his private Quaker school; David Hinds of Steele Pulse – born in Handsworth, Birmingham to parents who migrated to the UK from Jamaica in the mid-1950s.
The songs played that day were the mouthpiece of a generation waking up to inequality. They tackled the objectification of women, gay rights, and white supremacy among other topics. And the audience that day? Different together and singing along to the same songs.
Today as I look back at the good old days I know that for many, days like that were scattered thinly amongst the “not so good old days” and I wonder what became of them.
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It was easy for me to walk away and, you know the story; find the job, find the girl, meet the parents and as my colleague Marcel commented “you were able to close that chapter, others are still writing it.”
A few months ago, if you said I could go back and speak to that 17 year old me on the 119 bus at East Croydon after leaving my last Punk/Reggae night at the Croydon Greyhound, this is what I would have said: “It felt good tonight didn’t it? Well you don’t know it, but you are about to make decisions that leave that feeling behind and you will never feel like that again.”
Guess what… I would have been wrong and glad of it (only I could have a time travelling me that goes back and gets it wrong!).
Wrong because here I am again amongst colleagues that are different together and singing the same song.
Speaking of my new and diverse colleagues (I won’t do the DEI chart, just trust me) you may ask “what’s that like?” To which I would reply, “great, I’m back in amongst it and I’m learning”.
On 30 April 1978, an estimated 100,000 people marched seven miles from Trafalgar Square and rocked out, a show of solidarity against the National Front and the rhetoric of public figures like Enoch Powell. Everything about the day gives us some insights into Britishness.
The cohorts performing came from all over: Mick Jones of The Clash – born in Wandsworth, London, to a Welsh father and a Russian Jewish mother; Tom Robinson who realised he was gay at the age of 13 at his private Quaker school; David Hinds of Steele Pulse – born in Handsworth, Birmingham to parents who migrated to the UK from Jamaica in the mid-1950s.
The songs played that day were the mouthpiece of a generation waking up to inequality. They tackled the objectification of women, gay rights, and white supremacy among other topics. And the audience that day? Different together and singing along to the same songs.
Today as I look back at the good old days I know that for many, days like that were scattered thinly amongst the “not so good old days” and I wonder what became of them.
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It was easy for me to walk away and, you know the story; find the job, find the girl, meet the parents and as my colleague Marcel commented “you were able to close that chapter, others are still writing it.”
A few months ago, if you said I could go back and speak to that 17 year old me on the 119 bus at East Croydon after leaving my last Punk/Reggae night at the Croydon Greyhound, this is what I would have said: “It felt good tonight didn’t it? Well you don’t know it, but you are about to make decisions that leave that feeling behind and you will never feel like that again.”
Guess what… I would have been wrong and glad of it (only I could have a time travelling me that goes back and gets it wrong!).
Wrong because here I am again amongst colleagues that are different together and singing the same song.
Speaking of my new and diverse colleagues (I won’t do the DEI chart, just trust me) you may ask “what’s that like?” To which I would reply, “great, I’m back in amongst it and I’m learning”.
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