Thoughts of a Third Generation Jamaican Immigrant: A Commitment to Continue the Culture
2020 has been a crazy year. Like we’re in a never-ending episode of Black Mirror. These ‘unprecedented times’ have been tough on everyone, I’ve had friends who’ve lost their jobs, struggled with mental health issues or simply found it exhausting and disheartening to cope with the day-to-day reality of not being able to do those little things we all look forward to in life. As we head towards the end of the year, many of us are reflecting on our recent experiences and wondering what lies ahead. For my family, this year was made all the more difficult by the recent passing of my Nan. She was the backbone of our family, someone we all loved dearly and a key figure in all our lives. Born in St. Elizabeth, Jamaica in 1929, she was adopted by a family friend at a young age and grew up in Kingston, where she later met my Grandad whilst working at the famous Jamaica Gleaner. Just a few days after the wedding, my Grandad left for England, where he would get settled and soon send for m...