A people’s art is the genesis of their freedom – Claudia Jones

Covid-19 continues to attack us from all angles. For the first time since it began, Carnival went ahead without its street party. Instead, this year, the trail of steel pans, hypnotic percussion and circuit of sound systems was moved into the virtual space. It’s not just the music-filled streets of Notting Hill or the unity of a community, or even the spectacle and sparkle of the costumes and floats that we missed, but the food too. No jerk chicken this year!

Photographer Steve Eason

In truth, it’s probably not the first year that there hasn’t been smoking jerk barrel drums, neither is it the first time that Carnival has taken place off the streets. The first Carnival, back in 1959, took place indoors at St Pancras Town Hall, and in January, the peak of winter. Back then, tropical ingredients like allspice berries needed for jerk seasoning were hard to come by. It was also near impossible to buy ingredients for Caribbean specialities like Jamaica’s Akee and Saltfish (salted codfish cooked with indigenous ackee fruit) and Pepperpot (traditional Amerindian-derived dish from Guyana). Even so, Caribbean food was served at the event, dishes like chicken curry, roti, rice and peas and souse (spiced and pickled pig meat) made a show, reminding people of home.

Dried allspice berries

The carnival had been organised ‘to raise spirits to demonstrate resilience and celebrate Caribbean culture’ at a time when race attacks had sparked a wave of riots around Britain, including around Notting Hill, the year before. In response to the damaging effects the conflict was having on the black community, Trinidadian-born woman, journalist and communist party activist, Claudia Jones, organised the indoor carnival.  She wanted to do something that would celebrate West Indian culture and lift people’s spirits.

The year before, Jones had founded Britain’s first black newspaper, The West Indian Gazette. The Gazette had strong ideological commitments, and it connected the issues West Indian immigrants were confronting in Britain to the global struggles against colonialism and racism. It provided a space for writers to publish accessible commentary on their experiences and race relations in Britain, African independence movements, and on the US Civil Rights Movement. Jones wanted the newspaper to nurture a sense of cultural consciousness among West Indians, through its writers.

During the fifties, West Indian immigrants came to Britain at a time when the racist rhetoric of Oswald Mosely, British fascist politician was intensely popular. He appealed to a poverty-stricken white working class who bought into the idea of blaming migrants for their economic and social hardships. Unrelenting race attacks across Britain had spurred Jones to put on a soul-building event that would serve to bolster a black working-class battling with unemployment, low wages and discrimination at every turn. 

The event was immensely popular and attracted the support of activists, artists and writers. Among the artists present were Boscoe Holder, Fitzroy Coleman, Mighty Terror and Edric Connor. Jones was applauded for organising what at first seemed unfeasible, an indoor carnival. Her energy and instinct for timing was one of her many gifts. At the time, the Carnival stage manager, political activist and socialist, Trinidadian Trevor Carter, said “Claudia, unlike the rest of us, understood the power of culture as a tool of political resistance. The spirit of the carnival came out of her political knowledge of what to touch at a particular time when we were scared, in disarray.” 

The following year, Carnival was held in a larger venue, the Seymour Hall, Marble Arch. It headlined with calypso genius, Lord Kitchener and actor, Cy Grant. Writers Samuel Selvon (The Lonely Londoners (1956)) and George Lamming (The Emigrants (1954)) were on the panel for the beauty queen pageant. And the event’s popularity grew in the two years that followed, moving each time to larger venues: Porchester Hall and then the Lyceum Ballroom.

It wasn’t until 1964 that Carnival moved to the August Bank Holiday and onto the streets. Although, Jones was not involved in organising it, the event followed through her ambitions to bring together community through its culture. The street party came about because Ladbroke Grove social worker and community activist, Rhaune Laslett, wanted to organise outdoor festivities for local children from various ethnic groups. She was of mixed Native American and Russian descent, and, she too had wanted to lift the children’s spirits.

Musician extraordinaire, Russell Henderson, worked alongside Laslett, and was pivotal in setting up what was to become Notting Hill’s first Carnival. They enlisted musicians and children’s performers to attend what was described as a ‘street party’. Laslett wanted “to prove that from our ghetto there was a wealth of culture waiting to express itself, that we weren’t rubbish people”.

The local council had granted Laslett permission for an outdoor party to take place and had agreed to cordon off part of Portobello Road. Once the festivities kicked off, with music from the Russell Henderson Steel Band and performances from kids entertainers, it took on its own momentum. Taking off down Ladbroke Grove, it grew fast as local West Indians joined in with the music and dancing. White British onlookers were also drawn into the parade.

From children’s street party it turned quickly into a parade. The ‘carnival’ partied on down past Holland Park and beyond the cordoned area, managing a much bigger circuit than agreed with the council. Since Jones and Laslett’s successes, the Notting Hill Carnival has taken place every year, continuing to be a space where the black community come together to perform, party, eat and defend their civil rights. Although, the Carnivals that followed those early years were not without obstacles.

The sixties brought its own challenges, not least with the Enoch Powell River of Blood speech on 20 April 1968. If anything was going to consolidate a civil rights movement in Britain, it was a venomous populist orator like Powell. He fed the insecurities of the white British unemployed and working class with his anti-migrant and nationalist speeches, not dissimilar to some of the commentary heard around Brexit today.

By the seventies and beyond, Carnival increasingly became a meeting point of police brutality and the disillusionment of young black and Asian people. Britain was blatantly failing its second generation West Indians, with many feeling alienated by British institutions and subjected to high unemployment rates. The Met Police constructed a stereotype of young black men as criminals, using and abusing stop and search laws to harass and provoke.  Police and Thieves by Jnr Murvin and Lee Scratch Perry become a symbol of that conflict and an anthem at Carnival. 

My own first experience of carnival as a child was of a lively musical colourful moving show, jaw-stopping costumes and a deep bass that reverberated through my roasted sweetcorn. Add to that memory, mixed feelings of fun and fear; and breaking into a sprint when the police charged the crowd, and my parents holding on tightly to my hand as we ran, until we reached a safe corner.

Photographer Steve Eason

Over the years, carnival has grown from its black community base, galvanised first by Claudia Jones and later by Rhuane Laslett, into the largest street festival in Europe. Without the musical thread of calypso, reggae, dance hall, soca, chutney, dub and ska giving expression to a growing black political consciousness, British culture would look very different today. For me, Carnival’s music expressed the West Indian experience in Britain and unified the voice of protest. Without it, we couldn’t have had the political expression or call for black and white to unite against racism in the lyrics of two-tone, jungle, hip hop, garage, grime, rap and more. 

This year, had Carnival gone ahead on the streets, the same defiant confrontation of oppression that Jones had pioneered through her writing, activism and support, would have been headlining in lights on centre stage. From Carnival’s civil rights and community activist roots, we have a strong and important tradition that continues to be relevant and significant. The Black Lives Matter movement would have been visible and present in the people, music and parade, loud and proud.

Despite the absence of the street carnival, there were socially-distanced, mask-wearing demonstrators marching in Notting Hill last Sunday in the Million People March. They were demanding respect, justice and dignity. They were mourning too, the human loss, caused by a global system that fails the black community and asylum seekers and refugees. From the streets around Portobello, the demonstrators’ aim was to bring together all the different communities calling for change, just like carnival’s foremothers had, the women who started it all.

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Wonderful World, Beautiful People – Jimmy Cliff – Released 1969

Take a look, at the world 
And the state that it’s in today 
I am sure, you’ll agree 
We all could make it a better way 
With our love put together 
Everybody learn to love each other

 
Instead of fussing and fighting 
Cheating, backbiting 
Scandalizing and hating

Baby, we could have a
Wonderful world, beautiful people 
You and your girl things could be pretty

But underneath this, there is a secret
That nobody can reveal

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Rest in Power, George Floyd
Rest in Peace, Mercy Beguma

Rest in Peace, Chadwick Boseman, King

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Carnival feeds thousands of people each year as they party through the bank holiday weekend.  It’s brought the food of the West Indies to the streets of London. Jerk pits park up on road corners and stalls set up selling Trini rotis and Guyanese Pepperpot on Notting Hill’s gentrified streets. If you missed your fix of Jamaican jerk chicken this year, I’ve included a recipe for fans. To keep it real, make sure you get hold of its characteristic blazing scotch bonnets. The flavour is only matched, (or surpassed even?), by the Guyanese wiri wiri pepper.

Jerk cooking is a testimony to slave rebellions and unity on the island of Jamaica. The indigenous Tainos, living on the island before European colonisers arrived, were long using a type of smoking and barbecuing to cook meats. Later, freed slaves, formerly from African nations, formed a rebellious community, the Maroons, that united with the Tainos against the British and their enslavement and exploitation. Once the British formally accepted defeat, the Maroons settled, and ‘jerk’ cooking developed into a style of cooking that focussed more on flavour and less on food-on-the-go. Using Taino methods, meat was cooked with smoke and heat, and allspice tree branches to fuel the fire. Local hot peppers were later added to create a seasoning resembling the smokey and spicy jerk seasoning we know today.

Jerk Chicken

Jerk Seasoning:

25g/¼ cup dried allspice berries (also known as pimento)
1 inch cinnamon stick
1 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
½ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 teaspoon dark brown sugar
6 spring onions (green onions) including green parts, roughly chopped
6-8 large celery leaves (optional)
1 large sprig of fresh thyme, use only the leaves
2/4 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed
1 small onion, peeled and quartered
3 scotch-bonnets, seeded and halved
juice of ½ lime
salt to taste

around 1kg chicken pieces
2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Traditional mortar and pestle method: You can make the entire jerk seasoning in a large mortar and pestle, instead of using a spice blender and food processor.

  1. Pre-heat oven 350oF. Place allspice berries in a non-metal ovenproof dish and roast in the oven for 5 minutes. Remove and allow to cool.
  2. In a spice blender, or mortar and pestle, grind the allspice berries, cinnamon and black peppercorns until ground. Add the grated nutmeg to the spice blend.
  3. Place the spring onions, onion, garlic, scotch bonnets, celery leaves, thyme leaves only, sugar and lime juice into a mini food processor and blend until all the ingredients are minced. Transfer to a small bowl and add the ground spices. Season with salt.
  4. With a sharp knife, pierce the chicken pieces several times.
  5. Add the jerk seasoning to the chicken and mix well. Leave covered and refrigerated to marinate for around 3-4 hours, or overnight if time allows.
  6. Cooking:
    In the oven: Pre-heat oven to Gas 6/200oC/400oF. Put the oil in a roasting dish and spoon half of the marinade on top. Bake in the middle of the oven for 20 minutes. Reduce temperature to Gas 3/170oC/325oF and cook the chicken for around 45 mins -1 hour. During cooking, baste the chicken pieces with the pan juices.
    On the bbq: Prepare the bbq to a high temperature (around 400oF) and first seal the meat pieces on both sides. (This can be done directly above the coals.) Ideally, a covered bbq is best, or you can cover an open bbq loosely with aluminium foil. Then, put the lid down (or cover with foil) on a drum or kettle bbq with vents slightly open, and reduce heat to low (325oF) with the lid down for around 1 hour or until chicken is cooked through. Or use indirect heat, by pushing coals to the side. This will prevent flare ups.
  7. Traditionally served with rice and peas or good on its own with an iced cold beer.

Serves 4

Bibliography:
Sounds Like London, Lloyd Bradley, Serpent’s Tail, 2013
History Today, Jerk an Authentic Taste of Jamaican Liberty, Alexander Lee, Volume 69, 5 May 2019

National Windrush Day

Today is National Windrush Day, a day to honour the British Caribbean community, who arrived between 1948 and 1971.  My family are part of the generation of West Indians who came to Britain during that time, to help repair post-war Britain in the 1950s. So today, I’m taking a little time out to reflect on this day and on my family’s migration to the UK. 

Having chosen to make London their new home in the 1950s, my grandparents anticipated a new and prosperous life in a land promising hope to generations. They set sail from Guyana’s tropical shores for London’s cooler climes. Their first cultural adjustment was the weather. Bitterly cold winters, with snow almost knee-deep in Finsbury Park had them questioning the joy and laughter promised to them on glittered Christmas cards.  Winters in London turned my Grandma into an expert in layering and insulating the body, making us leave for school in Michelin-man style. 

Naturally though, there were highs and lows to uprooting to a new country. The Windrush story can’t truly be told without acknowledging that racism hindered the ease within which the Caribbean community settled in. I know my grandfather regularly questioned why they had been allured to Britain, with its enticing advertising, when the reality was they were faced with barriers when trying to set up the most basic needs of a family, such as housing. Back then, it was standard to see signs displayed in windows saying ‘No Irish, no blacks, no dogs’. 

The fight for equality and justice was always an undercurrent for the Windrush generations, and remains so. Yet, as I begin to surmise what it means to celebrate Windrush day, as a first-generation Guyanese, I think about the West Indian community as having intrinsically helped to shape what is British culture today.

Growing up in London, the Notting Hill Carnival was, for me, Windrush Day. The music, the smell of jerk chicken, sautéed plantain and saltfish, the taste of Guinness punch, and the colours, the lively shades of the islands. All of this was an emblematic celebration of the achievements of the diaspora. Sound systems stacked in the streets of Ladbroke Grove and Portobello Road, transformed west London into a Caribbean carnival for a whole day. People came together on a summer’s bank holiday with Soca, Chutney, Ragga, Reggae and Rap vibrating deep into the soul.

When I take carnival out of the experience, I see my family and community settling in a place that they were both shaping and confronting.  I see also my grandmother, a strong woman, gathering strength and resilience along the way. She, like other West Indians, made and sustained a life in Britain, a good life at that. Once she had worked through the tangled turmoil of British society, with all of its contradictory standards, she had a happy life. She belonged to a community with shared experiences, and spent time with friends and family, who she cooked for and laughed with, and cried with too.

This Windrush day, I pay respect to the generations who paved the way for us, and made it easier for my generation. I also celebrate the Caribbean heritage kept alive through families, grandparents and great grandparents. Today, of all the wonderful places I have been fortunate to live in and visit, with all their beauty and serenity, my favourite place in the whole world to be was at my Grandma’s kitchen table. The brightly coloured floral tablecloth, her kitsch salt and pepper shakers and homemade chutney, all props for the centrepiece, her life’s stories in Guyana. After cooking and eating together, followed by a dessert always served with ice-cream or custard, the radio playing, we would sit there for hours, just limin’.  

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Coconut Ice Cream

Photo by Michelle Garrett, food stylist Liz Trigg, from The Complete Caribbean Cookbook by Pamela Lalbachan

1 cup (8 fl oz/250ml) fresh coconut milk
1 cup (8 fl oz/250ml) fresh milk
3 tablespoons cornflour (cornstarch)
1 cup (8 fl oz/250ml) caster (superfine) sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons grated coconut
2 egg whites, beaten to soft peaks

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  1. Combine coconut milk and halt the milk in a medium saucepan.
  2. Combine remaining milk and cornflour and add to the saucepan with the sugar and salt.
  3. Cook over a medium/low heat, stirring constantly, until the mixture forms a thick custard-like consistency.
  4. Stir in the grated coconut. Allow to cool.
  5. Pour the mixture into a lidded container, cover, and place in the freezer until it is partially frozen.
  6. Transfer the mixture to a large bowl, add the egg whites and beat until smooth. Return the ice-cream to the container and freeze for 3 hours, then beat again until smooth and creamy. (Alternatively, freeze in an ice-cream maker following the manufacturers instructions.) Return to the freezer until the ice-cream is frozen.

Serves 4

Thank you

So I start my first food blog, finally. Only taken a couple of years. Before I say anything food related, I would like to say thank you to the NHS. Big respect! You are undeniably the backbone right now. Immense gratitude goes out too to other key workers such as the drivers, transport workers and others keeping it all going, including the food workers. Without all of you I would not be able to sit in the safety of my garden, writing about the world we live in through food, recipes and community. 

Lockdown is a new way of living, tough at times, and intensely isolating. That said it is allowing some of us the freedom and time to spend on the things we love and to try something new. I am cooking more than ever, and that is saying something as I was pretty much close to full capacity before lockdown. 

Our response to the Covid-19 crisis has made me think carefully about what I need, what is it that I really couldn’t do without with? For some people, it may have been toilet rolls but I’m pretty sure there were also other indispensable items unique to all of us. For me, it was garlic and lemons. Then about 10 other things came in a tight second, such as paprika, ginger, olive oil and fresh herbs. 

The reason is that as long as the cupboard, or indeed the garden, is stocked with herbs and spices, my kitchen security blanket is by my side. Stocking up on spices has been relatively easy as the food shelves are generally stocked and signs of panic largely bypassed this section of the supermarket. Having a range of herbs and spices allows me to add interest to everyday staples and can even jazz up that everlasting bag of carrots you bought to tide you over. Marinated carrots (zanahorias aliñadas) springs to mind.

That said, woman cannot live on herbs and spices alone. Keeping a range of carbs in the cupboard maintains the momentum and inclination to keep mixing it up when you’re cooking. Try rice, potatoes, pasta, noodles, polenta, masa, breads. On that note, we can also home make, noodles, breads such as tortillas and chapatis, pasta such as ravioli, tagliatelle and dumplings, you get the idea. With this is mind, my kitchen is a place of creativity and reflection. For me, it’s a place for contemplation and thinking about those I am cooking for, with music on in the background.

Lockdown has made me consider, carefully, with some degree of shame, about the amount of food I had been wasting. Binning food either because it had migrated to the back of the fridge, or because I had bought vegetables, with good intentions, that I just didn’t have time to cook. All this is now a no go.

Since lockdown, almost everything is getting used. Now, when I think about throwing things out, I pause and maybe make a stock from old vegetables, peppers, onions, carrots, and might include a left over roast chicken carcass, that kind of thing. I have saved an inch of celery, a quarter of a shallot, used coriander that has long lost its chorophyll and taken on a faded shade, a thumbnail-sized piece of scotch bonnet (type of hot Jamaican pepper). And, not only do I feel like I’m doing my bit for the planet; recycling, reducing the food miles by making food last longer (less trips to the shops), it’s keeping cooking lively and making isolation at home just that little bit more workable. And, I’m hoping my efforts are contributing to the greater good.

The extended homemade menu is going down well as we stay at home. We always eat together, but now we talk just that little bit more about the food while we catch up, having spent time apart in different parts of the house. A small house, I hasten to add, no west wing at my place. And, it’s just as good if you’re cooking for one, looking after yourself gives a sense of wellbeing. When I lived in a one bedroom flat in Stoke Newington in London, I cooked almost just as much then as now, sometimes after a big night out. I confess, that’s a bit extreme but you get the picture. Point is, cooking for one can be just as enjoyable as cooking for more. Eat well, enjoy what you eat, boost your immune system and help the NHS.

Whether you live with others or alone, cooking is one way to occupy the mind and pass the time. For me, I like food to carry me on little journeys. I’ll put a bunch of ingredients together that’ll take me back to a great Vietnamese lemongrass chicken I once had, to a mean Italian pesto I tried in Italy. A fine meal brings a lot of happiness, and there are a ton of food expressions I could use right now but I won’t go there, I have bigger fish to fry.

I’ve put together this recipe to kick off my first blog. It makes a great salad to have on its own or as an accompaniment. I have used the following ingredients but if you do not have all of the vegetable ingredients, make do with what you have or substitute other ingredients, such as cherry tomatoes, celery and parsley. Za’atar is a Middle Eastern herb similar to oregano, marjoram and thyme. You can buy it in your local supermarket typically selling Middle Eastern food. Za’atar preparations are often mixed with other ingredients such as thyme and sesame seeds. I am using a Palestinian za’atar in this recipe. Try substituting dried oregano or a mixture of marjoram and oregano if you do not have za’atar.

Meditteranean inspired Feta and Za’atar Salad

20 green olives, chopped

½ cucumber, finely cubed

½ red pepper (pimento), finely cubed

¼ green pepper (pimento), finely cubed

½ banana shallot (1 shallot, ¼ red onion or brown onion), peeled and finely diced

2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (or bottled)

3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil

pinch of salt

freshly ground black pepper

120g feta

Generous pinch of za’atar, (or dried oregano, if you do not have za’atar)

  1. Put all of the chopped salad vegetables into a shallow serving dish.
  2. In a small bowl, lightly whisk the lemon juice and olive oil.
  3. Pour the lemon juice and olive oil mixture over the salad vegetables and lightly stir through.
  4. Add the salt and black pepper and lightly stir through.
  5. Crumble the feta over the vegetables.
  6. Sprinkle with za’atar (or oregano) and serve.

Serves 2-4 as an accompaniment