Vince Reid, A Black Racist

Reid was what is known as a show Nigger. Lefties kept him as their pet, their proof that they were not Racist. In fact they were proving that they are Racists, anti-English racists, the left wing sort, which meant they were part of the major political conspiracy pushing Cultural Marxism in order to destroy Western Civilization. They are Useful Idiots if not criminals inciting Ethnic Fouling In England as a prelude to Genocide against England, Englishmen & Western Civilization generally. See what the Guardian has to say about the man and know they are unscrupulous liars with an agenda. The Guardian it was that chose to pervert the truth by suppressing their own reporter's story about Joe Stalin murdering thousands by starvation. It was left to Malcolm Muggeridge to bring the facts out by writing Winter in Moscow. Some newspapers tell some of the truth, some of the time. This is not one of them.

The Black, The Lies, The Guardian
During the 50th anniversary celebrations of the arrival of the Empire Windrush at Tilbury Docks on June 22 1948, Vincent Reid, who has died aged 66, featured prominently in radio and television interviews.

For Vincent was, at 13, the youngest West Indian to make the Atlantic crossing on the Windrush. In Britain, he was to become a pioneering teacher of Caribbean and African history, a fighter in the struggle against racism and injustice, and one of the two advisory lecturers who helped the former Inner London Education Authority inspectorate establish its multi-ethnic division.

Brought up by adopted parents, a factory worker and a railwayman, he spent his childhood in Kingston, Jamaica. In England, one of his early memories was how some of his teachers laughed at his accent.

He left school as soon as possible, worked in the Post Office, but soon moved on to join the Royal Air Force. Entering as a mechanic at 16, he saw service in Malaya during the emergency, became a corporal at 19, and bought himself out after nearly four years. He then worked at Heathrow airport, but left when his bosses refused to allow him time to continue his education.

An unsettled period followed. For many West Indians in the late 1950s and 1960s, jobs, even in those days of full employment, were not always easy to find. Then in 1967, working as a market researcher, he met Elizabeth Evans, an Englishwoman who shared his hatred of injustice. Despite family opposition, they married. The birth of a son helped heal the rift. With Elizabeth's encouragement and support, he was accepted, at 35 years of age and without formal qualifications, to read history, and, in particular, the history of Africa, at Sussex University. Committed to the cause of Africa and people of African descent, he had been one of the few members of the UK branch of a new Jamaican party that followed the ideas of Marcus Garvey, the early 20th-century Pan-Africanist [ The Universal Negro Improvement Association presumably albeit the Guardian chooses not to enlighten us - Editor ]. Graduating in 1973, he went on to do a master's degree at the School of Oriental and African Studies in London.

In 1974, he joined Brixton College of Further Education (now part of Lambeth College) in south London. There he found his vocation. At Brixton he was a pioneering teacher of Caribbean and African history, a mentor to both black staff and students, and a founder of the black staff group. He also taught students with special needs and those on access courses for social work, and helped counsel students with problems.

His work with Ilea spread his influence more widely: he helped organise in-service courses and advised on curriculum development for Ilea's further education colleges. A number of his colleagues remember him with gratitude for saying what others were too timid to say. Perhaps for those reasons, he did not become head of his department, and took early retirement in 1995 as a senior lecturer.

He now had more time to listen to grand opera and jazz, to read and to follow racing, boxing, but especially Queen's Park Rangers and the West Indies cricket team. Even so, after 20 years he was deprived of what he had once told his son was his real hobby, teaching.

He retained the capacity to disconcert both his friends and those he perceived as enemies (he felt brutal dishonesty should be met with brutal honesty), but seemed a little lost. His health was not good, and in 1999 Elizabeth was diagnosed with cancer; she died in December. His death little more than five months later was a shock, but no surprise.

He leaves a son, Joshua, a daughter, Mwana, and two grandchildren.
Reid was stupid, dirty and idle. It may be that he washed every year. I would not hazard a guess. He was also a racist full of hate for Englishmen. It was why he bullied his wife. Telling students - they had to be an all black class that Homosexuality is a disease imported to the West Indies by white men was an attempt to incite racial hatred, a criminal offence under the Race Relations Act 1976. Of course he was allowed to get away with it because the Act was passed by racists who also hate England. Some newspapers tell some of the truth some of the time. When the agenda cuts in they lie in their teeth when they do not  suppress the facts totally.

ex - He looks uglier in the mug shot.

Here he is looking pathetic. A photo of his wife, his victim looking downtrodden would have been instructive.


A Different View
John Birchall writes: I met the teacher Vincent Reid (obituary, May 24) as we queued to register at the School of Oriental and African Studies (Soas), London University, in 1973. He was the only Afro-Caribbean on our course, and I was the only member of the group with experience of living and working in Africa.

We were to engage in many fascinating and challenging conversations on Africa, its possible paths to development and how black culture had influenced the artistic tastes of the western world. Within a short time, Reid emerged as the most able member [ They must have been thick - Editor ] of the course; he had an ability to see through issues to the very nucleus of the topic, and introduced an air of almost paternal wisdom to the proceedings.

We all assumed that he would stay at Soas to enthuse future generations of students to stand out against dishonesty and ethical malpractice. But he was determined to return to Brixton, and develop his own ideas on education in the cosmopolitan community of south London.

I shall remember him as someone whose talents were released by his belief that he could make a difference to the lives of others, and by the tender guidance and support of his wife, Elizabeth. Multiracial education, literature and thought has lost an admired and gifted son.
If Reid was the brightest one has to wonder about the rest. However read for yourself, think for yourself, decide for yourself.