Casting the First Stone by Angela Caldin

The Stephen Lawrence Case The recent claim by an undercover police officer here in the UK that efforts were made to smear the reputations of the family and friends of Stephen Lawrence leave me groping for the right word to describe how I feel about this extraordinary revelation: I am dumbfounded, outraged, perplexed, horrified. There does not seem to be a word strong enough to convey the shock that overtook me when I heard the allegation that the police, instead of concentrating on finding evidence against those in the frame for the… Read More

Some of my Best Friends are…by Trevor Plumbly

Learning to be racist I grew up in Royal Tunbridge Wells in the South East of England. Whilst a pleasant enough town, in the early 1940s it was hardly a classless or multi-cultural community; in fact, among the educated and privileged there was an inbuilt superiority that, sadly, we the less fortunate accepted as their lot in life. Oddly enough though, instead of identifying with the other lesser mortals we, being white, and indeed English, practised our own form of bigotry. “Eeny, meeny, miney moe!”, “Little Black Sambo”, “Sir Golly de Wog”… Read More

Laugh, I Could Have Cried! By Trevor Plumbly

The Essence of Humour It entertains, enrages and, at times, insults the focus of its attention; it’s often racist, sexist and all manner of other social no-no’s. Jewish humour is so entrenched in stereotyped perception that it would be culturally objectionable coming from an outsider, whilst Irish jokes are much funnier when they’re delivered with an authentic brogue. But a joke’s a joke isn’t it? God knows who came up with the first joke, but you can bet that someone else’s shortcomings were involved. That’s the thing about humour, it needs some… Read More