I’m Nobody’s Nigger OR Queer …

Nobody's Nigger or QueerI thought Easter was a time when we see the best of people, but the recent long weekend has shaken my belief in humankind. It had been 10-years since my mum’s funeral and I last prayed in a Catholic church, but decided Sunday gone to do so for my beloved late mother.

I guess, it was a little reconciliation with my faith.

However, before and after my prayers I received some horrendous homophobic and racist abuse online. The first publicly from someone I went to secondary school with in Liverpool some 20-years ago because of my sexuality and yesterday to do with my race by readers of The Telegraph online for saying I was offended by ‘white people with blacked-up faces’ alongside the prospective Labour MP Will Straw in Lancashire 2014 – not, 1914.

First off, the guy from school who wasn’t a friend and I can just about remember him sent me a couple of messages about what did I expect from the police to do with the homophobia and racism I have fought when I joined being gay and black.

He’s talking about my challenging the Metropolitan Police through the courts, to do with discrimination and corruption.

The old schooler publicly wrote to me … “Plus how can you put it up another mans bum proper mate the thought of you with cuffs turns my breakfast milk fuck you and whot your about”.

Let’s put his lack of grammar and the use of the English language to one-side, for now.

Somewhere in his little brain, 20-years on, I’d some how upset him so much that he decided to vent homophobic abuse at me in a way he thought he was untouchable.

Why? Simply, because as he said I like to sleep with other men. Whose business is that anyway?

Then yesterday, I responded to the fall-out involving Will Straw and with him calling me an ignorant because I found his views tasteless to do with race – my intervention, receiving racial abuse.

I’d go to the Met Police, but, my first book Broken highlights its own strong views on race and sexuality.

The Met needs to get its own house in order, first.

In my defending the inappropriateness of white men blackening-up their faces in 2014 with a golliwog-type mascot, this is what some of my fellow countrymen and women wrote to me …

“Is it because you is …..?”

“I’m offended by you, Kevin Maxwell, therefore you must be racist”

“Or is it the case that black people are much more touchy and thin-skinned than whites?”

“And before you cry about “history”, remember that you or your ancestors chose freely to emigrate to the UK”

“If that makes me “racist”, who cares?”

“The UK was the richest and most powerful country in the world long before the Empire Windrush was a twinkle in its builder’s eye, mate. And have the economic contributions of Ca ribbean immigrants to the UK and their descendants really outweighed their contributions to the crime rate? Not to mention their endless narcissistic bleating that every bloody thing is “racist”, which has helped to eviscerate the culture and confidence of indigenous Britons? Listen, you want to be British? Stop acting like white people need to f*cking apologize to you all the time. That’ll do for a start.”

“Kevin, in South Africa the term coconut is used by black people to describe the up ans coming black middle classes. They are perceived as being black on the outside, and white on the inside.”

I have given blood and sweat to this country since the age of ten, joining the Royal Air Force Cadets, St John Ambulance Cadets and later the Police Service. I have been to Buckingham Palace many times for awards, being one of The Queen’s ‘National Young Achievers’ in 1998 and received a Diamond Jubilee Medal in 2012.

Why does the above matter, well, it does.

If I keep my mouth and not challenge discrimination, I’m as British as can be.

If I don’t be quiet, all of a sudden I’m no longer a citizen of the country I was born in and merely a guest.

How many of the ignoramus quoted above have given 25-years of their life to public and community service to this country like I have, and those like me?

I probably have more patriotism in one finger, than they do in their entire body. But, this doesn’t matter – because, I’ll always be black and gay.

Well, here’s a wake-up call. I’m nobody’s nigger or queer. I will never be a second-class citizen in the country of my birth, and a country I have dedicated my entire life to loyally.

You can call me what you want, the facts are the facts.

This is why, I continue to challenge the Metropolitan Police Commissioner in my third court trial on June 2.

Until I get the respect I deserve, I will continue to fight for all those who suffer because of who and what they are. If anything, the homophobes and racists drive me forward.

They fear all I am and all I represent, which, is so much more than they could ever offer.

NEVER let any man or woman look down their nose at you, hold your head high and be PROUD.

Keep On, Keeping On.

Take care, Max.