For his son, though, that biological link is above reproach. Louis's biological father lives abroad and sees him intermittently. He's into hip hop and black music and jokes about race and the awkwardness around all that." "It is not Dan he is rejecting – but who Louis feels he is. Just another complication along the way: "He gets very upset if white people don't realise he is mixed-race and assume that Dan is his dad," explains Sophie. As the family becomes less self-conscious of difference, Louis appears to be getting more aware of his own hybrid racial identity. Their roles are circumscribed, yet Dan, Colin and many others in the same position are pulled into intimacy, expected to be selfless. ![]() Her partner Dan Weldon is white British and has co-parented Louis from when the boy was two. The daughter of the Labour peer Giles Radice, she has an 18-year-old son, Louis, whose father is French Dominican. The journalist Sophie Radice understands what I am describing, having experienced multi-ethnic step-family life herself. Our home is a vessel on a capricious sea, requiring much care and cultural wakefulness. Physically Colin must have felt outnumbered – Leila looks Asian and sometimes people don't realise her dad is the man with the blue eyes. Colin had to work even harder to ensure my son never felt like a loose tile in the mosaic. When my son was 16, along came our daughter, Leila, his sister. ![]() I wonder whether my son would have been more Asian if his dad had not left us, and yet I would never swap the life we subsequently made. He was working class and a life-long socialist, an ideological descendent of the Levellers.Ĭolin learnt to eat Indian food with his hands – a sweet gesture – but our re-formed family inevitably became anglicised. The man who replaced him despised all that. Ugandan Asians are congenitally competitive. The departed father was handsome, sporty, an Imran Khan type who taught his boy to win, to beat down opponents. At times I felt he was a repressed Englander, still imbued with colonial assumptions about civilised conduct. Witnessing our daily, raw emotional exchanges, Colin feared the wounds between mother and son would never heal. ![]() My son and I are third-world rowdy, open and fiery – how that scared the gentle Colin, brought up in a home where polite English discourse prevailed and high drama was only allowed on telly. In my memoir, The Settler's Cookbook, I describe the hard adjustments, guilt and trepidation as my lover and I, two people of conflicted histories, committed to a life together. "How you let your boy be raised by the enemy, eh? What you teachin' him bout his self," asked an Afro-Caribbean activist. I was, at the time, a race-equality warrior of the GLC sort and my comrades were unforgiving. Our son was only 10 and still in shock when a blue-eyed Englishman came into my own life – came, in effect, to stay. It felt as if he was rejecting our cultural and inherited DNA. I guess Bev's mum and step-dad are having to do just that.īack in 1988, my Ugandan Asian husband unexpectedly went off with a young blonde, and her blondness made the betrayal all the harder to bear. And those of us who find ourselves in these reconstituted multi-racial families make it up as we go along. Social services, counsellors and academic researchers have not yet caught up with this social development. ![]() Put all these factors together and you get a newish phenomenon: the rise of the mixed-race step-family. We also have high divorce rates and – increasingly – step-families. According to the latest social research, one in 10 young Britons lives in a mixed-race household and the number of bi-racial children is growing faster than any other "ethnic minority" group. This country has more mixed-race families than any other in Europe. My mum came into my room, held my elbow so hard it hurt, and whispered: 'You'll lose me this man, too, you stupid girl.' I was in a mood the other day – you know, you get into a mood. It's hard to talk about that when we are all trying to be polite, faking it all the time. "There's been divorce, remarrying, separation, step-parents. And what Bev tells me is a part of one of the least reported stories of family life in modern Britain, remarkable and complex, and perpetually shifting. She wants to talk, she tells me, otherwise she will go crazy. Her face changes like an English summer – bright and sunny one minute, then suddenly dark, brooding and sometimes stormy. And, incongruously, pearls, several strings looped around her high neck. Dressed in denim, she is wearing lots of African bracelets and rings on her ears. At 15, her face reminds me of the young and feisty Winnie Mandela. Bev is beautiful, with silky black skin and thick hair she ties in a bunch at the top, spurting like a fountain.
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