Our skin in the slave trade. Uncle Sir John Moore and I.

I have some family skin in the should we take down historical statues debate.  It’s quite a story.

Last year I came across a version of my family tree on my cousin’s Facebook page.  If the tree is to be believed then General Sir John Moore is my great, great, great, great-uncle. I was fascinated by this because he’s a hero for facing down Napoleon during the Spanish war.

He’s buried in Corunna, Northern Spain, where he took a fatal wound from a cannonball in 1809.  And he’s memorialized in Glasgow’s George Square, where you’ll find a statue of him erected in 1819.  It’s the oldest statue housed on the square. And of course, you’ll find a Wetherspoons of the same name nearby.

Image by User Rept0n1x at Wikimedia Commons


Earlier in his career (1796) Sir John Moore fought and retook the Caribbean Island of St Lucia and was made governor.

On her website History Home  Dr. Marjie Bloy describes how  ‘Moore was left in command of the island, where he was engaged … in warring with the negro brigands, who swarmed in the woods. He re-established order and security.’

What she omits is the slaves of St Lucia were freed by the French governor Gaspard Goyrand when he abolished slavery on the Island in 1795.  The ‘negro brigands’ that Sir john Moore defeated were former slaves once again fighting for their freedom.  My uncle, on behalf of the British government and in support of some of the Caribbean’s most notorious plantation owners, put them back into slavery.

I didn’t work this out for myself. It was pointed out to me on twitter by the photographer Sandra Harper who is a descendent of Caribbean freedom fighters.

Whilst my family was putting the chains back on black people, hers were fighting for them to be free.  I’m grateful to Sandra for doing the work my family didn’t.


A nation benefiting from the murder and suffering of others will not look itself in the mirror and admit to what everyone else can see.  And so one form of racism is buried beneath another when history is rewritten to erase the evil and celebrate all our other magnificent achievements. This form of sweet forgetting is very effective at maintaining structurally racist nations.

My Mum and Dad bought me up to believe that black people were invited to the UK  to do the jobs that white people didn’t want. Implicit was the idea of charity. That we are better than them. Superior, if you like.

That thinking still exists.

The continent (Africa) may be a blot, but it is not a blot upon our conscience. The problem is not that we were once in charge, but that we are not in charge any more‘. Boris Johnson, 2002

At my primary school, the few brown kids were openly called p***’s. We told racist jokes about them in the playground. I remember being present when a tiny lad with big spirit, Harjit, was kicked repeatedly against the window of a branch of Wilkinsons on my local Nottingham high Street. I didn’t say or do anything.

I remember Dean. The one black kid in my junior school who was openly labeled ‘trouble’ by the teachers long before he’d caused anything remotely resembling trouble. We were told to stay away from him. I cannot imagine how lonely and cruel a space that the school must have been for Dean.

I remember when Diane Jordan was announced on TV as the first black Blue Peter presenter. I was in the games room of the brutal private school I attended (on an assisted place).  Oh they’ve hired a n*****, someone brazenly shouted. I was thirteen at the time. Some laughed. I stayed quiet. Genuinely shocked.

I learned at that school (Trent College), that there can sometimes be a gap between the brochure, where they bragged about producing well-rounded future leaders, and the reality.

The reality was an all-school assembly where we were told by the headteacher that our school was going to be in the papers and if a reporter approached us we were to say nothing. What he didn’t mention is that my chemistry teacher had been raping children on barge trips. Or that other pedophiles had been given references and sent off to abuse more boys elsewhere. He didn’t say sorry. And he didn’t ask if any of us had been affected to come forward in private to get support. Or what information we might have about teachers still at the school who were grooming pupils.

He just wanted our silence, for which he probably got an OBE.

And so I was in the brochure for winning the school drama prize. But not for being groomed.

There we have it.  The British way. Statues to the best of us. Rub away the brass and you’ll likely expose the horror of our past. It’s not pretty, but it’s necessary.

It’s easy to judge General Sir John Moore. I’m not going to. History tells me it’s more than likely I would have done exactly the same if I was in his position. Although others didn’t (Quakers had long campaigned for the end of the transatlantic slave trade).  I’d rather acknowledge that all around me black British people are carrying the trauma of being expected to be grateful to live in their own country, where every index will tell you they are not equal, that white superiority reigns. Where they continue to be treated (and feel like) foreigners in many public and private spaces.

I can’t stand the thought of Sandra Harper being looked down in George’s square by a rendition of my uncle. And I cannot understand why Bristol council did not remove Colston from his pillar.  These are not great works of art. They are puff pieces to dead people whose true history we neither know nor teach.  They are a generous 3.5 stars and five reviews on TripAdvisor.

As many as four million slaves died being transported in the slave trade.

Tossed overboard into the sea. 18000 of them on Colston’s watch.

If Bristol council has any imagination they will dredge up his statue and make its tossing in the river a yearly event. A Guy Fawkes day for our times. A  reminder that it is not just Colston who needs to come down off his plinth but the culture of denial that kept him there.


Some people who are not afraid to speak truth to power and have informed, challenged and educated me through writings, lectures, podcasts, friendships, social media threads etc and I recommend you follow. There are many, many others.

John Edwin Mason

Maaza Mengiste

Zoé  Samudzi

Paul Halliday

Sir Geoff Palmer

Andrew Jackson

Neelika Jayawardane

Iesha Small

Kainaz Maria

Afua Hirsch

Reni Eddo-Lodge

Courtney Daniella

Shaun Connell (Black Gaze)

Chirag Wakaskar

Jennie Ricketts

Suchitra Vijayan

Boniface Mwangi

Sarojini Seupersad

Discussion (6 Comments)

  1. Dawn Mander says:

    That was a great read, thankyou for sharing your history & your feelings.

  2. Rob Davies says:

    The media and politicians still do this with regards to immigrant jobs and brexit

    “My Mum and Dad bought me up to believe that black people were invited to the UK to do the jobs that white people didn’t want. Implicit was the idea of charity. That we are better than them. Superior, if you like”

  3. Michelle says:


  4. Val says:

    “If Bristol council has any imagination they will dredge up his statue and make its tossing in the river a yearly event. A Guy Fawkes day for our times. A reminder that it is not just Colston who needs to come down off his plinth but the culture of denial that put him there.”
    What a fantastic idea!

  5. Stan Banos says:

    Yours may be a culture of historical denial, but we Yankee upstarts under the tutelage of our 5X Deferment Dotard Deluxe live in a culture of constant, current day denial… and revision. He won the popular vote because HE said so, he had a Bigger inaugural crowd because He said so, windmills cause cancer because He said so, Blacks are now better off because He said so. At least “that’s what I hear,” “that’s what people are saying-” I may be wrong, but I don’t think the British press would have let such palpably insane nonsense unchallenged to the point of everyday acceptance with any of your leaders.

    You’re in the process of discovering and exposing the evils of your history, it sounds almost quaint- we’re living in a modern day revival and celebration of those evils! Our racist leaders are not just long forgotten statues that need to be toppled, they are today’s flesh and blood fascists that have taken over our government in order to topple it…

  6. Calixte George Jr. says:

    Thanks for this article Benjamin. I come from the island of Saint Lucia which was captured by Sir John Moore and General Abercrombie in 1796. My alma mater St. Mary’s College, Saint Lucia, has a School House named Abercrombie. It is believed that he set afire to the town of Castries in an effort to cause panic and strain against the defending forces. We still have a monument on the top of the hill in honour of the Regiment that was instrumental in recapturing the island and thus reinstituting slavery. That Inniskilling Monument was built in 1932, many years after but still in the heights of colonialism, and at a time when, even 100 years on from Emancipation, the average condition of black people on the island had not changed much. To ensure the island was subdued, nearly 2,800 people were shipped off the island to the United Kingdom. It appears there was an attempt to send some back into slavery, as evidenced by the wrecking of a ship called the London which was carrying hundreds of blacks destined for Bristol, but which met its fate at Raparee Cove, Infracombe, Devon. Thousands though, ended up as POWs in Hampshire. Your article is much appreciated as it addresses the reality that even 200 years on, the impacts of these actions are still real in our lives. It also gives hope that we are finally coming to terms with it.

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