The Black Doctor

It’s been six months since my last post and I honestly believed that I had covered everything that I wanted to and discussed all of the points that had enticed me into starting a blog in the first place, but recent news has compelled me to post once again.

I have been a fan of Doctor Who ever since I was a boy. It is a quintessentially British programme that I enjoyed immensely growing up.

I won’t say who my favourite Doctor was, as it would show my age, suffice to say he was more of a Grandfatherly figure than the modern Doctors.

It may come as a surprise to some, but I am actually saddened by the news that the new actor replacing David Tennant is black.

Campbell wouldn’t know racism if she tripped over it

When I was a boy things were decidedly different in this country, it was a time of change and upheaval. Britain had emerged from WWII poorer, Empireless and weak and for those that had grown up in the most powerful nation on earth, this was quite a shocking change.

For most the Empire was an abstract concept, they knew it existed, they also knew that it belonged to Britain, but for most the peoples of the Empire were conquered peoples, subjugated and in many cases deemed to be savage or primitive. It was quite a shock then during this time of change, for the former peoples of the Empire to arrive in Britain and to live and work amongst them.