I went to Parliament today. And it was the 4th of July. I was there representing the Migration Museum with my colleague and friend Mona to help launch planning for the 75th Anniversary of Windrush, which will be next year.Â
Windrush is a word that references a generation, a movement, a culture, a part of history, a disgusting and proven #HostileEnvironment and a ship. Specifically, it was a ship that brought 800 people from the Caribbean to Britain in 1948. But it is a term that represents over 500,000 people that arrived in Britain at that time to, basically, prop up this country at a time when we needed help. As with most periods of modern history, when White people get in trouble, it is Black and Brown people that bail them out. Windrush is the personification of that, unless you count the whole of Slavery, which made America and Britain seem Great for a while. Oh, I recently learned that the Windrush was originally a Nazi ship. It Whites itself. But, I digress.Â
So, I went to Parliament. Ain’t no thing. I know loads of people who have been. It’s like saying you’ve been to the capital in DC, or The UN in New York. Or Bushwick. There are ante rooms and chambers that are no where near where the action happens - you know, the bars or the backrooms. . . or the bigger, more well known rooms. And it’s where one is invited when there is something that needs recognising or signifying or celebrating or apologising for. The closest I got before this was across the street at Pourtcoulis House where all the civil servants work, when we celebrated the early work of Jendella Benson and her portraits of young single mothers. This was a kick off to what will be a year of planning, convening dozens of organisations such as the Migration Museum in the effort to network and get to know one another and make connections. We at the Migration Museum see this as an opportunity to add value, be of service, make some space and offer a perspective to the mix. While we do not focus solely on the Windrush Generation, much to the dismay of many people who walk through our doors in the Lewisham Shopping Centre, we do focus on stories from around the world of people who come in and out of Britain, and ultimately make this country what it is today - a mix of people, all of whom have a migration story, whether they want to believe it or not.Â
So, here we were, Mona and I, in Parliament. After being ushered through security, we joined about a hundred people in a room that fit 75 and heard from MP Dawn Butler, who hosted and the wonderful Patrick Vernon, who had successfully convinced the UK government to establish Windrush Day, just a few years prior. Patrick Vernon seemed to know everyone in the room, except Mona and I. I made sure to say hello and make a lasting impression. He is a Distinguished Friend of the Museum and an inspiration. I met the two men who intend to raise the Windrush from the depths of the ocean and preserve the anchor in the next year. I met the Lionness that is MP Diane Abbott. And I met countless leaders and people from Britain who are close to this fight to bring justice, reparations and support to the generation that arrived in the late 40s and their descendants.Â
It was truly an honour. And what struck little old me, a funny looking kid from the hills of SeattleDCChattanoogaDenverBrooklynAndLewisham, was that we were here, in the strongest and boldest seat of power in the world, a house that once boosted proudly and unapologetically that the sun never sets on it’s empire, in the midst of the wails of the dying beast that is white male hetero supremacy… We were here on the Fourth of July. Enjoy your BBQ and #DontGetCaptured










