Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Low life: There’s no such thing as race — or is there?

issue 15 June 2013

The barbecue was a sawn-off 40-gallon oil drum with holes punched in the sides. It stood on a rock under the spreading boughs of an oak tree. For fuel we chucked in driftwood logs and clumps of seaweed. The Old Speckled Hen was going down a treat in the evening sunshine, and the barbecue smoke and I were circulating convivially.

I was introduced to a young couple who were new to the area. They had recently moved to Britain from Uganda, where they had been farming. We talked about Africa. I said I’d recently seen a BBC news report claiming that the African economy has taken off, and to the extent that the standard of living of the average African was already on a par with that of a BBC executive. Well, it was certainly improving for some, they said doubtfully.

The woman was born in Africa, she said, and so were her parents. She knew Africa and she knew Africans. She called them Bantu. She made a distinction between what she called the ‘lower’ and the ‘higher’ Bantu. It was a distinction that was entirely new to me. She much preferred the simplicity of the lower Bantu, she said. You knew where you stood with them. The higher ones were too artful.

It took a while for it to dawn on me that she was speaking in evolutionary rather than geographical terms. When it did, I nearly choked on my sausage. Then I looked furtively around to see if anyone else had heard her. Then I looked at her husband to check that it wasn’t some kind of elaborate, well-rehearsed joke that they were playing on me. His poker face remained unchanged. So I apologised for looking like the minor character in the B movie who is first to clap eyes on the evil monster, and I offered an explanation.

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