I am a child of the Windrush generation. I can say it proudly now. To me, it’s a badge of honour to be worn with pride. But I didn’t always feel this way.

As a shy young girl growing up in a predominantly white working class area in the Midlands, it was always at the back of my mind – do we stand out too much? As a marginalised community would we ever fit in? 

The truth is, there was so much to be proud of and shout about. 

The music, vernacular and general vibrancy of the culture and talents of the Windrush generation – and their descendants – have permeated British society, soaking into every sinew, muscle and bone, becoming an intrinsic part of the country’s make-up. But the Windrush generation have not always been given the credit or “props” they deserve.