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Dereck Campbell-Rose / Blog

MASTER PLAN VERSUS RACISM

At the age of 19 my Mother moved from Dalvey, St Thomas to live in Kingston Jamaica where she shared an apartment 8-9 years with 2 other girls, one of them was my fathers cousin, so that’s how they met, though my mother described it as, “Claiming to visit his cousin every time he came, until he popped the question of marriage to her one day”, so they finally got married in August 1952, then she moved to Redlands in Clarendon and I was born the following year August 1953, until my father emigrated to London in 1955. Up until she met my father, she studied and learned how to be a seamstress, and described herself as, “An ordinary working person” so before long she was making her own clothes, curtains, cushion cases and all kinds of household things that some women like to make, as well as holding down a job in town. In 1955 when I was 2 years old, she left myself and my other toddler brother with her mother and travelled to England to join my Father who had already been in London for 7 months. As soon as she settled down a bit, she went up to the East end of London to look for a job as a seamstress, because that part of the city was where all the rag trade business was. She told me how she was walking down a street and saw a shop with a sign on the door saying, “Job vacancy, so she walked in and saw the boss lady behind the counter who said; “wait a minute, I’ll be back soon, as she rushed out behind the counter into the factory. My mother stood waiting in front of the counter, and no sooner, a white woman who was also job seeking walked in and stood behind her, so they both waited. When boss lady finally came back, she said, “Ok who was first? Knowing jolly well that it was my mother who was first in the queue, so the white woman behind Mother said, “This lady was first, boss lady replied, “Never mind, you come. My mother walked out and looked up to heaven and said ”God? And walked on up the street. She saw another place that were advertising jobs so she walked in. When she stepped into the place, it was like a factory where she could see all the other workers doing their sewing and machining, the boss woman came up to her and asked, “What can you do? Mother replied, “I saw that you needed workers so I came to see if I could find a job, I can make clothes and sew quite well, right away the boss woman threw three dresses at her and said, Ok, I’ll try you out, see how you get on with these, and then she disappeared into her office and closed the door. Straight away, some of the other black and white women left their machines and what they were doing, grabbed the three dresses from my mothers hand, and helped her to get them ready before boss woman came back. Eventually boss woman came out of her office and inspected the dresses and said, Ok I’ll take you on, so my mother got the job. Soon after that my mother was pregnant with one of my sisters, and when she was going to give birth, the boss woman even allowed her to take time off for childbirth, and also received wages while she was on maternity leave, and still kept her job open until she could return back to work. Regardless of dirty tricks campaign, poison darts, or any form of racism, they can’t hinder the master plan that God Almighty has for our lives.

THE TRUTH

SOME PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THE TRUTH BECAUSE IT HURTS, THE BIBLE SAYS; TRUTH SETS US FREE, SO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, THEN YOU GO AND EXAMINE YOUR OWN SELVES. THE TRUTH I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS SOMETHING ABOUT BLACK AMERICA, HOW A TROUBLED PEOPLE WHO BATTLED THROUGH SLAVERY, ONGOING RACISM AND WHITE AMERICAN OPPRESSION, ARE STILL TIED DOWN, SHACKLED, AND FETTERED TO THINK THAT CALLING THEIR ONE ANOTHER NIGGERS, MOTHERFUCKERS, DAWGS (DOGS), HOES (WHORES) AND ALL KINDS OF NAMES ARE COOL. IF ANY FOOTBALLER CALLED THESE NAMES TO OTHER BLACK PLAYERS ON THE FIELD DURING A GAME, WE ALL KNOW TOO WELL WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THAT PLAYER, HE WOULD BE BOOKED, SENT OFF, FINED, OR EVEN MISS A FEW GAMES BY THE FOOTBALL ASSOCIATION. IF A WHITE PERSON, TO A BLACK PERSON, CALLED ANY OF THESE NAMES WOULD THE BLACK PERSON LIKE THIS? I DON'T THINK SO, SO WHY DO YOU BLACK AMERICANS CALL ONE ANOTHER THESE NAMES? GUESS YOU ALL CAN’T HELP IT NOW, BECAUSE IT’S BECOME PART OF THE BLACK AMERICAN VOCABULARY. WE THINK WE ARE SO INTELLIGENT, YET WE ALWAYS FORGET THAT THERE IS A WORLD FULL OF YOUNG CHILDREN AND YOUTHS LOOKING OUT FOR ROLL MODELS, AS THEY GROW UP INTO THIS WRETCHED WORLD, AND WILL TAKE OUR PLACE WHEN WE ARE GONE. WHAT USELESS ROLE MODELS, DONT YOU ALL KNOW THAT THEY WILL EMULATE? I WAS CHATTING TO A YOUNG FOREIGN WHITE PERSON, AND WAS QUITE AMAZED TO HEAR THEM USING THE NIGGER WORD, THEY WERE NOT USING IT IN ANY ABUSIVE WAY, JUST IN A WAY THEY THOUGHT WAS COOL, SO AS A BLACK PERSON WHOS NOT INTO THE AMERICAN WAYS, OR SCHEME OF THINGS, RIGHT AWAY I STOPPED THEM IN THEIR TRACKS BY SAYING; IN ENGLAND WE DONT CALL ONE ANOTHER THIS NAME. ON MANY DIFFERENT OCCASIONS I WAS IGNORANTLY CALLED A NIGGER BY OTHERS IN JEST, AND AGAIN I TOLD THEM NOT TO CALL ME BY THIS NAME, AND AGAIN THEY ALSO THOUGHT IT WAS COOL TO USE THE WORD. I KNOW THAT SOME WHITE PEOPLE FEEL A LITTLE GUILTY EVEN IN CALLING ME BLACK, BUT LET ME PUT YOUR MIND STRAIGHT, you are allowed to call me a black man, because that is in no way prejudicial, that's who I am, I am a black man, but if you call me what Americans call their brothers and sisters, then you are in danger of hell fire. SO BLACK AMERICA, STOP POISONING NATIONS BECAUSE (SOME OF YOU) " ARE NOT REALLY WHERE IT'S AT " RELEASE YOURSELVES FROM THE CURSES OF THE SLAVE MASTERS, BECAUSE THE SAME WORDS THEY CALLED OUR ANCESTORS, IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE CALLING YOUR BROTHERS AND YOUR SISTERS. THIS IS THE TRUTH, AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU CAN ADD, OR TAKE AWAY FROM IT, EXCEPT THE TRUTH.

MY MENORAH

I was touring around Germany with a band in 1982, and we played at a club in Munich. One day while sight seeing, I met 2 German girls, and we spent the day walking around the city, and I invited them to the gig that night. After the show they came back to the hotel where the band was staying, before they left, one of them gave me a golden Star of David, but I did not know that Israel was calling me. We left Munich and went back to Switzerland where we were based. I never Thought that I’d ever see those girls again, however, the friend of the one that gave me the gold star gave me her address before she left Munich, and I began writing to her up until the time I left Zurich. The following year 1983 she came over to London bringing with her a beautiful brass Menorah, which she carried all the way from Heidelberg for me. She blessed me with her company for 9 golden days, just like the 9 candleholders of the menorah, and then she went back to Germany. I lived in London for 6 more years then I met a woman from the southwest, so I moved to the English countryside in 1990 and I took my Menorah with me. I lived in a rented apartment which I shared with my girlfriend and a Jewish landlord, though I didn’t know that he was Jewish at the time. One day we needed some money desperately, so I sold my Menorah to the landlord like Esau selling his birthright to Jacob for £20, which was spent very quickly. After a two year up-and-down relationship, that totaled to one year spent together, we split up and I met a woman who’d just moved to Devon looking for a place to buy, so we went house-hunting together and found a lovely cottage overlooking the Harbor in a coastal town in 1992. We stayed together for over 2 years then one day I told her I wanted to go to Israel, and visit a friend of mine who was a musician. Our relationship had long lost it’s sparkle, and it was then that I really wanted to step out into the deep unknown, so I went to Israel in February 1995 intending to stay for 3 months, but stayed until the following year. I came back to London briefly in 1996 and had to go and collect my belongings, which my ex-girlfriend had dumped in her barn in Essex where she once lived. I asked a friend of mine to drive me there, and I collected my things and brought them back to London, I even found a ring I’d bought her in Venice left in a guitar case which told me that she was really through with me. I returned to Israel and In 1998 I met my future wife, and we came over to London and got married in 1999. We went back to Israel and lived in a Kibbutz in Galilee until the end of 2000, then moved back to London where we still live, but visit Israel on a regular basis. In 2001 we had our first son, and in 2003 our second. In the summer of 2004 we decided to visit Devon taking with us our kids and my Mother. Because I was now married to an Israeli, I thought about the Menorah a lot, so one rainy day in July 2004 we drove into town, and I decided to pay the landlord a visit and see if God would show me mercy. I left everybody in the car and boldly knocked on the landlord’s door and he opened and I asked him; “Please can I buy back my Menorah? He said yes, and went upstairs to fetch it, and brought it down to me, then I gave him back his £20, and I was so happy to have it back in my possession after 14 years, It felt like the ark of the Covenant, returning back to Jerusalem. The Menorah now sits proudly on ou

News from behond the grave

Breaking news about the Jamaican born musician and artist Dereck Rose who died at the ripe old age of 100 last year. It is said that Mr Rose sent a text message from his iphone which was buried with him containing thrilling accounts from behond the grave. The message was sent to a close family member who wishes to remain anonymous. He said that as he was laid out in his coffin at his funeral, he was able to see all the mourners, and there was a great multitude of people present. He also described the lovely suit that he was wearing, and that he could see everyone, and though he was dead to them, his eyes were wide open and he felt very much alive. As he looked around at all the mourners; he thought to himself; “I didn't know so many people cared about me, he also noticed a certain beautiful woman weeping uncontrollably and no one was able to comfort her, he thought to himself; “ I didn't know that she fancied me that much. Dereck said; it wasnt that he was laying dead in a coffin that made him feel left out and sad, but it was the fact that as they all passed by to pay their last respect, that the weeping woman was going to come crying over me and making my suit wet with all her many tears. He ended his text with these words; In my world I can see you looking at me, but you can't see me looking at you, I can hear you, but you can't hear me. There is a gulf between us that neither of us can cross over save only in death. The anonymous recepient tried desperately to reply to dereck's message but could on no account get through to him, it was said that the connection line and number of the iphone became suddenly absolete and has remained a mystery ever since.