Our family arrived in England in 1960. At that time I thought the war was ancient history. But if I think of 15 years ago from now, that&#39;s 1990, and that seems like yesterday to me.

I had seen how deep in nearly every West Indian, high and low, were the prejudices of race; how often these prejudices were rooted in self-contempt; and how much important action they prompted. Everyone spoke of nation and nationalism but no one was willing to surrender the priviledges or even the separateness of his group.

You've injured me, Farshooter, most deadly of the gods;  And I'd punish you, if I had the power.

Troubles are not permanent in this wicked world

Written By Marcquiese Burrell

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