Home Is Not A Place
By Johny Pitts and Roger Robinson
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‘Beautiful, haunting, thought-provoking … A book I will return to again and again’ Bernardine Evaristo
A gorgeously produced, hugely original examination of Black Britishness in the 21st century
What is Black Britain?
In 2021, award-winning poet Roger Robinson and acclaimed photographer Johny Pitts rented a red Mini Cooper and decided to follow the coast clockwise in search of an answer to this question. Leaving London, they followed the River Thames east towards Tilbury, where the Empire Windrush docked in 1948. Too often, that is where the history told about Black Britain begins and ends – but Robinson and Pitts continued out of London, following the coast clockwise through Margate to Land’s End, Bristol to Blackpool, Glasgow to John O’Groats and Scarborough to Southend on Sea. Here, the authors found not only Black British culture long overlooked in official narratives of Britain, but also the history of Empire and transatlantic slavery to which every Briton is tethered.
Home Is Not a Place is the spectacular result of the journey they documented: a free-form composition of photography, poetry and essays that offers a book-length reflection upon Black Britishness – its complexity, strength and resilience – at the start of a new decade.
‘Masterful … A thing of brilliance’ Caleb Azumah Nelson, author of Open Water
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Home Is Not A Place - Johny Pitts
Hiss
First a hiss
like the air in trees,
or the pull of waves
in nighttime seas.
Radio static
of dials between stations,
or steaming wands
of coffee machines.
To think I could live here,
a young Black man like me,
that upon this coast
I could live so free,
but as I walk this town
I hear rather than see
the sibilance of discontent
that aims its whispers at me.
The Quality of Light
A Saint Lucian and a Nigerian are talking about the quality of light, in art and writing. Whether you describe the specific light of where you’re from or the certain light of where you live. Whether you can describe the quality of light and/or occupy that light at the same time. Perhaps it has something to do with skin, whether it remembers the sun’s slanted rays as a bronze burnish or a rose blotch. Or maybe you prefer the marine light from the salted roar of waves or the bluegreen light of a pond’s still algae, what is lived and what is visited, whether the frosted light of winter evens your skin to porcelain or dries it to ash. Maybe it’s about who you’re writing for and what you’re reading, where you’ve lived and where you’ve been and what light does to the skin you’re in.
Taxidermy
We have all seen the hunting trophies
set against shields, the wavy pointed horns
of blackbuck or impala or the magnificent
branched antlers of the red deer stag.
I have seen candy red, blue and yellow
birds crowded in museum-glass dioramas.
I have seen a family dog or rabbit,
skin and fur mounted on a mold for eternity.
But when a slaver so loved his servant slave
Fanny that he removed her hand for taxidermy
and it became a cherished heirloom passing
from generation to generation to generation –
the dark skin of her hand with its pink
nails with crescent-moon cuticles on her thumbs
hanging from the picture rail above the dining-room fire,
it’s knuckles knobbly and blackened,
while they ate their wild pheasant and wine,
from family to family; children growing old
knowing the Black slave hand they thought
they loved; in this act of preserved mutilation
how the children in their pinafores and frilly bonnets
who never knew her played with her hand;
how her hand remained a slave in the way
it remained captured in service against her will –
I have never wished so hard that her long
lean fingers could make a firm balled fist,
perfectly clenched, with the veins in her hand
bulging, overlooking their bland pea soup starter.
Franny Joseph’s death is presumed to have been in the early 1800s.
Her preserved severed hand was only buried in 1997.
Traces
A man looks into the night sky, to see at first only blackness, before slowly the city’s silhouettes emerge, reaching outstretched to the heavens. Night clouds swirl like milk, parting to reveal the neutral light of a bone moon, on a man whose hurt is a roaming, sleepless thing.