George Blackman BWIR – There were no parades for us

In 1915 Britain’s War Office, which had initially opposed recruitment of West Indian troops, agreed to accept volunteers from the West Indies. A new regiment was formed, the British West Indies Regiment (BWIR), which served in Europe, the Middle East and Africa.

“They called us darkies. But when the battle starts, it didn’t make a difference. We were all the same. When you’re there, you don’t care about anything. Every man is under the rifle. The Tommies said, ‘Darkie, let them have it.’ I made the order: ‘Bayonets, fix,’ and then, ‘B company, fire.’ You know what it is to go and fight somebody hand to hand? You need plenty nerves. They come at you with the bayonet. He pushes at me, I push at he. You push that bayonet in there and hit with the butt of the gun – if he is dead he is dead, if he live he live. The Tommies, they brought up some German prisoners and these prisoners were spitting on their hands and wiping their faces, to say we were painted black.”

George Blackman, Private, 4th British West Indies Regiment

This is Bajan, George Blackman’s story.  He was  a private in the 4th Battalion, British West Indies Regiment, 1914-1919.  George died in March 2003 aged 105.  Having served his King and Country, both the UK, the foreign land of his King and Barbados, the land of his birth, forgot his considerable sacrifice during World War I.  Today we remember the service of a Bajan World War I hero: George Blackman who served both his King and his country of birth.

George Blackman was interviewed by journalist Simon Rogers and his story was featured in the Guardian Newspaper on 6 November 2002 titled: “There were no parades for us”.  Norwegian photographer Elin Høyland.  also photographed George Blackman.  Journalist, Simon Rogers and Photographer, Elin Høyland have both given permission for BajanThings to re-publish their work.

George Blackman’s story from World War I is still very current with the British Armed Forces today who are happy to have subjects from the colonies like Fiji and kingdoms like Nepal as part of their armed services but forget and abandon them in later years.  In the UK there are ongoing petitions and court cases seeking to allow ex service men from both Fiji and Nepal to gain British Nationality and equivalent service pensions having loyally served in the British Armed Forces in recent hot-spots like Iraq and Afghanistan.  It’s not much different from the UK Government shenanigans associated with the Windrush generation! (see definition at end of post)


George Blackman 4th Battalion, British West Indies Regiment, 1914-1919
Bajan BWIR veteran from World War I, George Blackman, aged 105
Photograph: Elin Høyland

George Blackman leaps up, brandishing his walking stick. “Like this,” he breathes, imitating the thrust of a bayonet. “Like that,” he says, mimicking the butt of the rifle. “I still got the action. I’m old now, but I still got the action.”

George is 105. When he was born in Barbados in 1897, Queen Victoria was on the throne and two-thirds of the world was coloured pink.

He points to a scar above his left eyebrow. “That is a bayonet cut on the eye.” He touches his hands. “This is from the blow of the rifle butt.”

George is almost certainly the last man alive of the force of 15,000 who rushed from the beauty of the Caribbean to the mud and gore of Flanders and the Somme to defend King and Country during the first world war. His old comrades are all gone now – the last, Jamaican soldier Eugent Clarke, died in 2002 at 108. When Blackman goes, that will be it.

Sitting in his niece’s house in northern Barbados, Blackman is now partially blind and almost deaf. Anita tidies his shirt collar for him as we speak. He is still articulate and energetic, and his fiercest remarks are reserved for England. “I need help but the English government don’t help me with nothing,” he says. “It’s she, she who give me this,” he says, gesturing to Anita.

This bitterness has been growing deeper over the years. There was a time when he would have done anything for the mother country. In 1914, in a flush of youth and patriotism, he told the recruiting officer he was 18 – he was actually 17 – and joined the British West Indies Regiment. “Lord Kitchener said with the black race, he could whip the world. We sang songs, ‘Run Kaiser William, run for your life, boy’.” He closes his eyes as he sings, and then keeps them closed for the rest of our interview.

“We wanted to go. Because the island government told us that the King said all Englishmen must go to join the war. The country called all of us.”

Enthusiasm for the battle was widespread across the Caribbean. While some declared it a white man’s war, leaders and thinkers such as the Jamaican Marcus Garvey said that young men from the islands should fight with the British in order to prove their loyalty and to be treated as equals. The islands donated £60m in today’s money to the war effort – cash they could ill afford.

While Kitchener’s private attitude was that black soldiers should never be allowed at the front alongside white soldiers, the enormous losses – and the interference of King George V – made it inevitable. Although Indian soldiers had been briefly in the trenches in 1914 and 1915, Caribbean troops did not arrive until 1915.

The journey to Europe was perilous – hundreds of soldiers from Jamaica succumbed to severe frostbite when their troopship was diverted via Halifax in Canada. Their winter uniforms were left locked up while they froze in thin summer clothes.

When they arrived, they often found that fighting was to be done by white soldiers only – black soldiers were assigned the dirty and dangerous jobs of loading ammunition, laying telephone wires and digging trenches. Conditions were appalling. Blackman rolls up his sleeve to show me his armpit. “It was cold. And everywhere there were white lice. We had to shave the hair there because the lice grow there. All our socks were full of white lice.”

A poem written by an anonymous trooper, entitled The Black Soldier’s Lament, showed how bitter the disappointment was:

Stripped to the waist and sweated chest
Midday’s reprieve brings much-needed rest
From trenches deep toward the sky.
Non-fighting troops and yet we die.

Yet there is evidence that some Caribbean soldiers were involved in actual combat in France. Photographs from the time show black soldiers armed with British Lee Enfield rifles, while there are reports of British West Indies Regiment soldiers fighting off counter-attacks – one account tells how a group fought off a German assault armed only with knives they had brought from home. Blackman – who was born to a white mother from London and a Barbadian black father – still remembers trench fights he fought in, alongside white soldiers. “They called us darkies,” he says, recalling the casual racism of the time. “But when the battle starts, it didn’t make a difference. We were all the same. When you’re there, you don’t care about anything. Every man there is under the rifle.”

He remembers one attack with particular clarity. “The Tommies said, ‘Darkie, let them have it.’ I made the order: ‘Bayonets, fix,’ and then ‘B company, fire.’ You know what it is to go and fight somebody hand to hand? You need plenty nerves. They come at you with the bayonet. He pushes at me, I push at he. You push that bayonet in there and hit with the butt of the gun – if he is dead he is dead, if he live he live.”

The West Indies Regiment experienced racism from the Germans as well as the British. “The Tommies, they brought up some German prisoners and these prisoners were spitting on their hands and wiping on their faces, to say we were painted black,” says Blackman.

He didn’t make friends. “Don’t have no friend. A soldier don’t got friends. Know why? You believe that you are dead now. Your friend is this: the gun. That is your friend.”

At the end of the war, after years of hard fighting, not only against the Germans but also the Turks, men of the West Indies Regiment were transferred to a British army base in Taranto, Italy, where one of the bitterest events of the war would occur – a mutiny. Days were tough there and comprised largely of manual labour such as loading ammunition, or even cleaning clothes and latrines for British soldiers. Blackman, who was not there long, remembers it being hard. “From Marseille, it was seven days to reach Taranto. It is a seaport – all the boats were coming from London with ammunition. We have to unload the boat, the train come and we got to load the train to take the ammunition up the line.”

For some of the black troops there, a pay rise for the white soldiers – but not them – was the final indignity. Riots ensued and senior British officers were assaulted. Eventually the mutiny was put down, with one soldier executed and several others given lengthy jail sentences. But the black soldiers were left with a new-found feeling of rebellion.

The immediate result was that the West Indies troops were kept away from the victory parades that marked the end of the war, and hurried home under armed guard. “When the war finish, there was nothing,” says Blackman. “I had to come and look for work. The only thing that we had is the clothes and the uniform that we got on. The pants, the jacket and the shirt and the boots. You can’t come home naked.

“When we got home, if you got a mother or father you have something, but if you’re alone, you got to look for work. When I come I had nobody. I had to look for work. I had to eat and buy clothes. Who going to give me clothes? I didn’t have a father or nobody. Now I said, ‘The English are no good.’ I went to Jamaica and I meet up some soldiers and I asked them, ‘Here boy, what the government give you?’ They said, ‘The government give us nothing.’ I said, ‘We just the same.'”

And that’s when Blackman disappeared off the veterans’ radar. Travelling around South America, he worked as a mechanic in Colombia, before retiring to Venezuela to live with his daughter until the Barbados government helped to bring him home earlier this year.

As a Barbadian living in Venezuela for decades, he was not entitled to a pension there. The Barbados government (in the form of one dedicated civil servant) is still processing his application for one in his home country. And from the British? Nothing.

The empire changed when Blackman and his comrades returned from France. The soldiers who emerged were so politicised that island governments encouraged them to emigrate to Cuba, Colombia and Venezuela. Those who returned to their countries altered everything. Gunner Norman Manley, who had seen his brother blown apart in front of him during the war, eventually took Jamaica to independence, becoming its first prime minister in 1962.

A secret colonial memo from 1919, uncovered by researchers for a Channel 4 programme on the Taranto mutiny, showed that the British government realised that everything had changed, too: “Nothing we can do will alter the fact that the black man has begun to think and feel himself as good as the white.” In a sense, history was rewritten. That meant no celebrations, no official acknowledgment.

For George Blackman, the situation has become even more simple. “England don’t have anything to do with me now. England turned me over.” He opens his eyes – they are almost blue. “Barbadians rule Barbados now.”


The Windrush generation refers to people who, between 1948 to 1971, were invited by successive British governments to relocate to Britain from their homes in Commonwealth countries in the Caribbean to address labour shortages.

New laws came into force in Britain with the introduction of the 2014 Immigration Act, which the Government called its ‘hostile environment’ approach.  This led to some of the Windrush generation facing immigration checks. Many from the Windrush generation didn’t have formal papers to prove their lawful status. This led to many being denied access to benefits, healthcare, social housing and losing their jobs, with some even being wrongly detained and deported.


 

3 thoughts on “George Blackman BWIR – There were no parades for us”

  1. Please understand that Britain did nothing for its own service men and women from both world wars in terms or housing or pensions unlike countries such as Canada and Australia. My father was a WWII soldier from Sussex in England and saw nothing from his government vis a vis his wartime service (including Dunkirk).

    I do agree that those Commonwealth servicemen in the modern army should be treated better. There are several Fijians in limbo at the moment but some of it is their own fault as they failed to read and understand the terms and conditions for applying to remain in the UK and gain citizenship. I have signed the petition on their behalf as I believe any person who puts his life and limb on the line for the country should be allowed to remain after their service term expires.

    The Gurkhas are a different case as Nepal is not a member of the Commonwealth but I fully support the movement to allow them citizenship after their military service.

  2. So very sad to read of the trials of these brave men. Their ill treatment and lack of recognition after the War is so callous and painful. The Brits did much the same with the Gurkhas and didn’t even want to allow them to immigrate to the UK in their times of trouble. Don’t know if that ever came through in the end. Disgraceful.

  3. Thanks for preserving another piece of Bajan history. It is saddening to read how the West Indian troops were treated both during and after to war and for him to have that bitterness stay with him his whole life.

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