Lynval Golding Born 1951 Mendes, St Catherine, Jamaica
The year was 1954 you know Sir Winston Churchill shout across the West Indian Islands And said "Come, help us rebuild this country devastated by war" And so anyway, my father set sail upon the Windrush Born for a new life My father was a tailor by trade So this could be the possibility of all possibilities But no, there was no cloth to stitch Instead you know, he found work in a steel foundry Pouring hot metal day and night, day and night And even worse you know what I mean Him trying to find a room to rent This was becoming a nightmare for him He'd knock on door after door after door But the sign on the window keep saying the same thing "No dogs, no Irish, no blacks" Welcome to England
I'm not here to teach you I'm not here to preach to you I just want to reach out And say
Time move on In 1964 my father shout across to Jamaica "Son," him said, "come join me" So I set sail on a ship called the Askana When I reached Southampton on a cold winter's night Boy I was freezing I want to tell the captain to just take me back to Jamaica But no, I was here to stay So my father sent me to a school Linden Road school in Gloucester I remember the first playtime A boy shout across at me "Oi, you black bastard, come 'ere" I said "What?" He said, "Come 'ere you black bastard" I still couldn't believe, I said "What? Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?" Boy welcome to England
I'm not here to teach you I'm not here to preach to you I just want to reach out And say
In 1994 I move again The land of the free, the home of the brave The United States of America And there I was, just walking along in the sun Minding my own business Such a beautiful day man, when I remember I had to buy a watch for my sister's birthday When why eventually I found this store As I walk through the door This woman in the store shouted at me "What you doing here, you goddamn nigger?" I said, "I-I'm just, I'm just trying to buy a watch for my sister" When she heard my accent she said "Oh, you're not from here, you're not one of them" "One of them," I said, "You mean me being black? Well ma'am let me tell you something right, I am black Is that all you see? The color of my skin?" In England they call you a black bastard In America they call you a goddamn nigger Boy, welcome to my world
I'm not here to teach you I'm not here to preach to you I just want to reach out and say
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