The Black Sheep

I'm ashamed of parts of my family. Not the East End working class, council house/labourer's cottage, dirt-poor side of course; these are the ancestors (mixed with, whisper, some Roma blood) I grew up with; who inform and inspire my fanatical left-wingery.

No, the side of my family I'm ashamed of is the rich, colonial, plantation/factory-owning side, stuffed with ruthless capitalists, hanging judges and the sort of people who appear in Who's Who.

I had some good news the other day though. One of my grandmother's cousins has been doing research; she has discovered mingling with plantation workers in Jamaica: not a few of my antecedents were, well, swarthy. Apparently they explained this away by saying that their ancestors were survivors of the Armada shipwrecks...

As my brother said on hearing the news: "Well, I love rum n weed, so it kinda makes sense, know what I mean?"


Just so.

© Simon M Hunter 2010


Anonymous said…
Sorry for being so tardy in getting around to viewing your blog, Simon. Good stuff. I've put up a link on the blog roll over at PH, assuming you don't mind, of course...
Simon M Hunter said…
Not at all, Mish. Thanks!

Popular posts from this blog

Horace, Satires I.iv 22-28

Horace, Satires I.iv 12-13, 17-18

Messaging/emailing my son (13)