Last night, I read Floella Benjamin’s Coming to England.
It’s brilliant, it made me cry. Such vivid descriptions, such touching storytelling… Most of my experience seems to be really different from hers, except that my parents taught me that education was more important than anything else to get on in life too. As a result, I have lots of class privilege. I’ve gone a very different route from that endorsed by educational institutions, but my love of learning gets even stronger every day.
I haven’t experienced much overt racism in my life, but some of her words resonated with me; I’ve experienced it as a kind of helpless sadness and terrible anger at a deep injustice.
I recommend this book!