south, and she found much worse poverty than sheâd ever known here. She managed to get out of it, and has just moved back in with her parents, but the boy must have heard about racial hatred in glowing detail.â
Ted contemplated. âWell, heâs got to be spoken to. It might carry on and fuel all sorts of flames. If youâre agreeable Iâll come back after lunch. Weâll call the boy out, make up something about an appointment with the school nurse, and Iâll have a low key chat.â
The boy was led in, looking at the floor. âSit down, Byron,â said Ted, again wearing his full uniform and looming over him with serious intent. The boy sat, staring at his feet. âNow, I want you to tell me the truth and you wonât get into trouble. Was it you who wrote the nasty word in Angelaâs book?â The boy nodded. âAnd you know it was a very bad thing to do, donât you.â He nodded again. âNow, Byron, youâve got very fair hair, havenât you?â
âYes, sir.â
âHow would you feel if people were nasty to you because of that? Angelaâs got brown skin, and itâs just the same for her. Something she was born with. In America, where you used to live, thereâs a lot of trouble with black and white people hating each other. It sometimes happens here in England, and itâs a very bad thing. Have you ever heard of a man called Martin Luther King?â The boy shook his head. âHeâs a very famous black man, and he made a speech a few weeks ago. It was all about how black and white people should live in harmony, side by side with each other, and be equal in Godâs eyes. One thing he said, was this. âI have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin, but by the content of their character.â Now Angelaâs a very nice little girl. Sheâs loved very much by her mum and dad, and sheâs my Goddaughter. In fact everyone in Jericho is very fond of her. Now will you say sorry to me for what youâve done, and promise that youâll never be unkind to anyone with a dark skin again?â
âYes, sir. Iâm really sorry.â
âI accept your apology, Byron, so no more nonsense, mind. Otherwise I might have to go round and see your Mum, and your Granddad whose a friend of mine.â The boy began to sniff loudly, and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. âNow, Iâm sure you wonât be telling anyone about our little chat, and I give you my solemn promise that I wonât either. Now, off you go, but before you do, you can shake my hand.â The boy shook his hand. âGoodbye, Byron. In your future life I want you to be proud that youâre a good, kind person.â
âYes, sir.â
A couple of days later Edieâs doorbell rang, and a little boy was standing on the pavement, holding a paper bag. âIs Angela in?â
âYes, dear. Whatâs your name? I donât know you, do I?â
âByron Maceyâ, the boy said. âMy Granddadâs Charlie Wright.â
âWell, Iâm blowed. Your mumâs Sylvia, isnât she. I heard she was back with her little lad. Come in.â
Angela appeared in the passage and beamed. âHallo, Byron.â
âIâve brought you a new colouring book,â he said. âI heard your other one got scribbled on.â
âOh, that is kind,â said Edie. âOff you go in the back room and you can do some colouring in together. Iâve just made some jam tarts.â
July 1964
Clacton-on-Sea
W ith Edie having had her varicose veins âstrippedâ, and Stan being operated on for a Dupuytrenâs contracture, a week at Butlinâs Holiday Camp at Clacton-on-Sea had been cheerfully bankrolled by Ted and Peggy. The recuperating patients would âtake things easyâ whilst the fond and
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