![]() Yet as I write, our stories are continuing to be erased. ![]() The burdensome task of truth-telling – to a hostile Britain more used to hearing that its past is glorious – has always fallen unequally on the descendants of empire. Shooting the messenger – the radio host and former footballer Trevor Sinclair was quickly hung, drawn and quartered for voicing this perspective – has failed to quell the tide of global truth-telling. In Britain, minoritised people are remembering this Elizabethan era through the lens of the racism that was allowed to thrive during it. The scars of genocide in Nigeria, events that took place a decade into her rule. The physical suffering that continues from violence inflicted by her government in Kenya, even as her reign was celebrated for having begun there. The plunder of land and diamonds in South Africa, crimes that adorned the Queen’s very crown. ![]() Social media have been saturated by the harrowing memories of a legacy the British establishment has refused to acknowledge. We would therefore fall into two categories: those who sought to pass the test, by enthusiastically toeing the line of national mourning, and those too conscious of the harm Britain’s power has caused, who would stay silent.īut it turns out that tone policing is no longer tenable. I had expected that those of us minoritised in Britain would understand this as a test of our loyalty, patriotism and Good Immigrant status. ![]()
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