A Child of Colonialism: What I Didn’t Understand about Emancipation
Introduction: Looking back across decades and oceans, I realize how much of our shared history remained unspoken during my childhood in Guyana—and how deeply our paths to freedom were intertwined. Emancipation Day Growing up in Georgetown, Guyana, my primary school was a diverse space, mostly made up of Black classmates. We played together, yet beneath the surface lay a quiet undercurrent of racial division that we didn’t fully comprehend. As a child of East Indian indentured labourers, I was often called a “coolie” on the playground. ...