Natives: Race and Class in the Ruins of Empire

by Akala

I was not born with an opinion of the world but it clearly seemed that the world had an opinion of people like me.

Most people, it seems to me at least, hate poor people more than they hate poverty.

For black children in Britain, our bodies commit the sin of reminding people racialised as white of an uncomfortable truth about part of how this nation became wealthy, and that the good old days when white power could roam the earth unchallenged are over.

My very first teacher felt I had too much to say for myself;

This scene from the 1987 film Mandela, starring Danny Glover, was my first introduction to the brutal reality of apartheid.

When

How is this possible, you might legitimately ask. How can people that love the makers of apartheid also love the breakers of it? Surely something must be amiss here?