Remembering 13 young Black lives lost in New Cross


It’s 30 year’s today since that awful night that took 13 precious black young lives. I wasn’t that far apart in age  from some of the older teens so it wasn’t that hard to be affected. I still remember the initial sorrow that first swept through London, especially through the  black community, which was then followed by growing anger from what a lot of us perceived to be apathy and even racism on the part of the police, for not doing a thorough investigation.

It was the early 80’s and the National Front had a strong hold in South London. There had also been threats of arson against blacks.

You have to remember it was two decades before Sky News and 24 hr television, which meant I first heard of it on the radio on a Sunday morning.

The 13  young souls were buried  and 4 years later I bought a one way ticket to New York and my life changed forever.

The New Cross Fire is something I rarely followed until recently after my return to the UK London has changed. There isn’t the same type of Black outrage and even militancy there was back then. Over 25 years of muti-culturesim hogwash, the younger generation are clueless and have no empathy. Still, it keeps the natives at ease and white folks pacified but more importantly politicians, the police and the media like to portray it as a New Britain. While it we have come a long way since then, we must never forget. Back then 15,000 protested. A figure that hasn’t been seen since

I have no definite theory on what happened that night. It was a party, I’m sure people lit cigarettes, curtains and sofas are inflammable. Still we can not discount other sinister motives.

Stay human!

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