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Coming from a dual-heritage
family
When I stay with my step-dad and white mum people probably
think that I am not related to them, that I'm adopted or a distant
relation. They wouldn't guess that I was with my mum."
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The only black children
in the family
My step-dad for one when he moved in told me he didn't
like me and my brother because we was coloured... he told my
mum that she had a choice between us and him and she choose
him. She put my brother in foster care - I went to live with
my nan."
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A blonde mother and an
Iranian father
I loved coming from a mixed background. One of the reasons is
when I am older I will be able to research my family tree from
two different cultures and backgrounds.
It also enables me to have a clearer understanding of people's
ignorances. Although my skin colour is quite light, I have suffered
as an Iranian.
Someone once said to me that they did not like Iranian. I thought,
"Well, I am probably the only one you have ever met."
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A Chinese home
My grandma she only speaks Chinese, but she is still
a lovely lady. My grandad, again he only speaks Chinese, but
I know he is a wonderful man. My aunt, she lives with my grandfather.
She speaks English. She is funny but well-educated.
My uncle (he is not married to my aunt) he
also speaks English. He isn't around the house much because
he goes to university. Last but not least, my twin cousins.
They are both girls and they are 15. These people live in
one house.
We eat Chinese food, which is lovely and somewhere in the
house is a model of a big Chinese man with children. There
are Chinese bowls, plates and chopsticks in the kitchen along
with a wok. I don't have a favourite Chinese food - I like
it all."
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Growing up in Beccles
in 1960s and '70s
I was a black child growing up not in a city ghetto or tropical
paradise, but in a market town in Suffolk.
A black child in a white community that in some ways was peaceful
and supportive but from which - through those who singled me
out for admiration, 'What lovely hair she's got', 'Wish I had
a tan like yours' - and those who shouted out wog, nigger and
sambo - I soon learned that I was different and prized at best;
alien and despised at worst."
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