Reader 7: Dean Lilleyman and Beth Aveyard

During the run up to the launch of Hand Job Zine: An Anthology, we will be posting work from the readers that will be featured on the night to give you a taste of what you can expect on the 3rd of March. For more info click here and to join the facebook event follow this link.

Dean and Beth will be performing together on the night. Below is a short piece from Dean followed by a video of Dean and Beth performing together.

That black boy

put his arm around me his first day at little school maybe second because I think at first if I remember right he stayed in corners but this day we were all playing tiggy-off-the-ground and he was on and I remember right he was the only black kid in school black like treacle whitewhite eyes teeth too white in a blackblack face and when he caught me tig between the little round wall holding daffodils back and that knee-high one by the veranda my feet on the hop-scotch ladder flat to the tarmac him smiling his win catching me not off-the-ground me now crying his whitewhite teeth white eyes lighting out his blackblack face and all that afternoon I felt wrong like something was trying to get inside me seeping through my clothes and skin to the middle of me and when Nannan came to fetch me at three I cried again but I wouldn’t tell her what it was until we got halfway up dog-shit alley between the road and our house telling her in chokes I was going to get blackistani like black is like measles like mumps despite her telling me over and over this wasn’t right I went to bed that night scared badbadbad of being the only other black boy in school which was worse than
El-sie No Dad
El-sie No Dad

and then when this thing didn’t happen the next day or next I understood Nannan was right I wouldn’t catch blackistani which made me feel rescued especially a few weeks later when our teacher whose name I forget was reading a story at story-time after sleep-time which I think was Brer Rabbit us sat on the mat around her and that black boy whose name was Michael must have done something I didn’t see but heard him snigger behind me somewhere and teacher went red/red/red in her face stood up quick dropping Brer Rabbit stepping quick through us where Michael sat balled into the mat her dragging him tough by the collar to the front pulling his trousers/pants down quick putting him over her knee slapping his bare blackblack arse again and again and again telling him
NEVER
do THAT
aGAIN
and I don’t know what he’d done (he never said) but it must have been really awful because teacher never did that to anyone.

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