The power of books to affirm identity and belonging

They were my comfort, my escape, my inspiration, my education. And I loved them. But it was not until I was 17 that I read my first book about Black people – The Color Purple by Alice Walker. Reading it the thought flashed across my mind, ​“Oh! So Black people are important too!” There it was. Internalised racism. In all its ugliness.

I had never read a book with Black people in it so I had concluded that because white people (and their cultures) were important enough to write about, but not Black people (and their cultures), therefore white people must be more important than Black people.

Even though I had spent my childhood in Nigeria where my teachers were Black, the police were Black, the government was Black, and the president was Black.…

So I write ordinary children’s books set on the African continent. To show children and their adults that African heritage is something to be proud of.

It is that simple.

Once, at a library in Luton, a father told me he had been ashamed of his school-less childhood herding camels in Somalia. He was too ashamed to tell his children about it… until the day they came home with my No.1 Car Spotter books. They thought No.1 and his goat herding life was cool. So he told his children about his own childhood. Now they think he is cool too!

I came to the UK as a child of 10. I was confident in my identity as a Black Nigerian child, who also had one foot in England. One of my parents was white English. And my siblings and I had spent our summers in England, welcomed with open arms by our English family.

Coming to school here, however, was another matter. Once we were allowed to watch a football match on the television at school. England was playing. When England scored we all went wild cheering and clapping. The teacher looked round swiftly at me. ​“You are NOT allowed to cheer for England!” she hissed. The room went silent. Everyone stared.

My identity shattered. Then, and again, and again. Bits kept breaking off. Every time anyone said words to that effect. I never had enough time in-between these comments to put myself back together.

In 2020 I discovered that there was not one single comprehensive book about Black British history for children! What a statement to children that is! What a statement about the importance of Black British people.

A book about Black British history – which is the history of Britain, and the history of Africa, and part of the history of America too. And what I discovered in my research has enabled me – after 40 years – to begin to reassemble my confidence in my identity.

Quite simply, I discovered that Black British history is just British history un-whitewashed. Black British history is as amazing and important as white British history. And together (with Asian, Arabic, Jewish, Roma and other British history) it is simply British history.

This is obvious – but it is not the message that most children’s history books give to children (or their adults). Quite the opposite. And if my teacher had known un-whitewashed British history then she might not have made that comment. And if I had know un-whitewashed British history then I would not have shattered. I might actually have laughed.

So I chose to write Brilliant Black British History because books are so powerful that this book, in the hands of children, could help prevent racism, internal or external. It could help identities and confidence not to shatter, but to stay strong, and laugh in the face of ignorance.

I am a British woman of Nigerian heritage.

I am a Nigerian woman of British heritage.

I am a British woman. I am a Nigerian.

And I am a book-wielding brown woman of mixed heritages, books are my sword and my shield, because books are powerful. Why do you think people burn them and ban them?