African Eyes are Weeping

A Journal of the Plague Year, Day 79

From Angola, to Barbados

I am not black. But I am wife to a black husband. Step mother to a young black woman. Mother to a mixed race girl child. Before they all became part of my life, I genuinely believed that the UK was not a racist country. I have lived in societies overtly constructed around racism — apartheid-era South Africa and Israel to name a couple. Our racism is more…