Reflections

Queenie: Respect isn’t unreasonable

I hadn’t read a book properly for ages, so quarantine is a perfect reason to cram a lot of imagination into my day. Like a novice I had only just finished Malorie Blackman’s ‘Noughts & Crosses’, so reading a book from an author amongst the new wave of female Black British author’s ( who is also from Jamaican descent wood woop!) was a logical step. Thank you Candice Carty-Williams! I’m very glad I took a chance on the rave reviews, Queenie is a great story and one that needed to be told.

On my first introduction to the title character I found her quite agitating, her neediness and limp rationality of life made me want to shake her. However, like everyone else in the world Queenie is a multi-faceted human. Even though we try to portray ourselves as unproblematic beings with only two sides, strong & strong in vulnerability. But what about those awkward edges and our personal ‘-isims?’ Queenie laid hers shockingly bare and although she didn’t want to it does require more strength and gives power to her name. I suppose that’s why she was easy to pick on- guilty. I also grew annoyed when she insisted on being desperate for her ex-boyfriend Tom. Rejection is a painful lesson and its good that she saw her faults however, he could have done more to stand up for her. Not all of her desires were UNREASONABLE.

One of my preferred elements of the book was how the black female characters were recognisable in my own life. My favourite was Kyazike as she is an amalgamation of myself and other friends. I commended her fierceness, authenticity and loyalty. I was ready to back her beef when she wanted to duppy certain man! To the untrained eye (and in my opinion) she is a caricature of a young black female Londoner, but I saw as a woman who was simply herself and we should not be apprehensive of this quality.

Furthermore I appreciated the growth of Queenie’s grandma. Many old Caribbean’s diminish the woes of our generation as they don’t feel it compares to their own traumas. Therefore I was glad she made the step to even believe in mental illness and that our version of suffering is valid.

Simply put, we as readers are put in the mind of a young woman as she combats and embraces her life. I’d need a podcast to scratch the surface of the book but hopefully you understand the reason this story normalises Black women’s lives and the different shades it comes in.

Reflections

BLACK Black

BLACK Black is what you could our honest heart. BB has its head under water in mixed company, only surfacing when it clocks a receptive face. Other than that it’s only in the mind, laughing and commenting.

Luckily enough I haven’t felt like the absolute ‘Other’ in my places of work but BB isn’t displayed in its full glory. Is that the opposite of authenticity? I shouldn’t feel awkward when BB creeps to the surface in my colleagues conversations, and they laugh how BB does or loosen words in line with what compliments the culture, but it kind of scares me. That the other people will see it as them being ‘too bold’ or it somehow shows us up. Obviously it doesn’t but I find myself wanting them to calm down before it goes too far. Too far into what though? I just never want there to be a reason for it to backfire onto us. I wince unnecessarily.

I don’t think I’m the only one who has felt this but I am working to make it baseless. BB won’t be understood or comfortable to everyone but its harmless and enriching. Therefore if BB chooses to naturally float to the surface, I will learn to embrace it wholeheartedly and defend its right.