ABSTRACT
One of my earliest memories is of standing in a playground of my primary school, aged five, as the only Black child being taunted by a larger group of White pupils. This was Bradford, in the North of England, and the year was 1969. I was the eldest child of Caribbean migrants who arrived in Britain in the winter of 1957. They came to Britain as strangers who were different and found the experience a painful and dispiriting one. 1
