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International Nurses Day: Honouring Windrush Nurses and the Legacy of Mary Seacole

Monday 12 May 2025
The Heart of Our NHS: Windrush Nurses
In the wake of World War II, Britain invited citizens from across the Caribbean to help rebuild the nation. Among them were thousands of adults who would go on to become the backbone of our National Health Service (NHS). The Windrush nurses, often young, hopeful, and highly skilled, stepped off ships into an unfamiliar, and too often unwelcoming, Britain. Yet they persevered.

These nurses worked tirelessly in hospitals and communities across the country. They brought not only clinical expertise but also warmth, cultural richness, and deep humanity to their roles. Despite facing discrimination, exclusion, and racism both from colleagues and patients Windrush nurses stood firm in their duty, changing lives and transforming the NHS forever.

Their legacy is woven into every ward, every clinic, and every patient story. It is seen in the diversity of today’s nursing workforce and in the standards of care they helped to build.

Mary Seacole: A Pioneer Whose Story Must Be Told
Before the Windrush nurses, there was Mary Seacole a mixed-race Jamaican woman who offered her medical care on the battlefields of the Crimean War. Repeatedly rejected by official war nursing services, including by Florence Nightingale’s team, Mary funded her own journey, built the 'British Hotel' near the frontlines, and tirelessly nursed wounded soldiers.

For many years, Seacole’s contributions were overshadowed and under-celebrated. Her erasure from history books is a stark reminder of how race and colonial bias shaped narratives of heroism and care. But her resilience, innovation, and courage have begun to receive long-overdue recognition, offering a vital and empowering figure for today’s nurses and healthcare leaders – particularly those from ethnically diverse backgrounds.
Reflection and Recognition
On this International Nurses Day, let us reflect not just on the present, but on the stories that built our healthcare systems. Let us challenge the silences of the past and amplify the voices of those previously overlooked.

Celebrating Windrush nurses is more than remembering – it is about valuing, honouring, and thanking those who gave so much and received so little in return. And it is about ensuring that Mary Seacole’s name stands alongside the likes of Florence Nightingale, not in competition, but in collective celebration of nursing excellence.

A Call to Action
As we pay tribute on May 12:
- Say thank you to a nurse – past or present.
- Advocate for equity and inclusion in nursing and healthcare.
- Educate yourself and others about the Windrush Generation and the Mary Seacole Foundation.
- Champion the accurate, full retelling of history – one that includes all those who served and saved.

The NHS would not be what it is without Black and ethnically diverse nurses let’s make sure their names, faces, and stories are never forgotten.

Let’s All Do Better: A Call to Anti-Racism Action
Racism isn’t always loud. It’s not always a shouted slur or an obvious act of exclusion. Often, it is quiet, embedded in systems, institutions, and everyday assumptions. It is in who gets listened to, believed, or included, and who doesn’t.
We live in communities shaped by stories, stories about who belongs, who contributes, and who is valued. But some of these stories are based on myths: myths that define people by the colour of their skin, the sound of their name, or the place they were born. These myths have real consequences. And if we want better, for ourselves, for each other, for future generations—we all have to do better.
Understanding Racism: It’s More Than Prejudice
Racism is more than individual acts of hate; it is a system of advantage and exclusion. It exists on three levels:
• Individual racism: Personal prejudices and discriminatory behaviours.
• Institutional racism: When policies or practices—often unintentionally—favour one group and disadvantage others.
• Cultural racism: The unspoken, widely accepted beliefs and norms that reinforce the idea that one culture or worldview is superior.
These forms often overlap and reinforce one another. Ignoring this complexity allows racism to remain hidden, normalised, and unchallenged.
Let’s Get Real: Race Is a Social Construct
There’s no biological basis for race. Science tells us that there is more genetic variation within so-called racial groups than between them. Yet, societies continue to organise access to power, privilege, and opportunity along racial lines. Why? Because race, although imagined, has been made real in its consequences.
Understanding race as a social construction helps us dismantle the idea that inequality is “natural” or deserved. It also pushes us to challenge the ideologies and discourses that uphold discrimination, especially when they’re wrapped in language like “culture clash” or “values.”

Why We Must Care—Even If We're Not Directly Affected
• Racism harms us all. It creates communities where fear, mistrust, and division flourish.
• It damages individuals. The trauma of racism affects mental health, life chances, and a sense of safety and belonging.
• It costs society. When people are excluded or devalued, we all miss out on talent, creativity, and community strength.
• It undermines equality. No society can claim to be fair if discrimination is allowed to fester.
Key Messages: Let’s All Do Better
1. Name it to challenge it – Use the word racism. Euphemisms water down accountability.
2. Understand how it works – Learn about structural, institutional, and cultural racism. Knowledge is power.
3. Reflect and unlearn – Acknowledge privilege. Interrogate assumptions. Commit to lifelong learning.
4. Speak up – Silence supports the status quo. Use your voice to call out injustice and advocate for equity.
5. Support those targeted – Believe them. Stand beside them. Don’t centre yourself.
6. Change systems, not just hearts – Push for policy change, equity audits, inclusive representation, and anti-racist education.
7. Don’t wait for perfection – You will make mistakes. What matters is that you stay engaged, stay humble, and keep going.
Together, We Shift Culture
Creating anti-racist communities isn’t just the work of activists or leaders—it’s all of our work. Every workplace, school, faith group, sports club, and neighbourhood has a role to play. Let’s stop assuming someone else will do it. Let’s be the someone.
Let’s all do better. Because we can. Because we must.

Where Do We Go From Here?
August is over, the heat and fear have passed,
But where do we go from here as a community, at last?
We talked about words, how powerful they can be,
But in our streets, the fight is still not free.
We said, “people of colour,” then we stopped to think,
Because those words can divide, making us blink.
In August’s sun, the air was filled with words like “thugs” and “immigrants,” spoken fast,
But were they really talking about “fascists” and “expats” in the past?
The riots have ended, the streets are calm now,
But for many, the fear remains, like a quiet vow.
They stay on guard, always alert,
Just for living their lives, feeling the hurt.
Don’t be fooled by the silence after the storm,
Their pain is real, their anger still warm.
But in the darkness, a light was found,
Communities joined forces, their voices proud and strong.
They sent a message, loud and clear,
That hate from the far right has no place here.
But the problem is bigger than what we can see,
It’s hidden deep in places we might not agree.
It’s in our politics, our laws, every day and night,
The work to fix it needs more than just one fight.
It’s a long journey, one we must take with care,
To slowly remove racism’s grip, everywhere.
So as the news fades and voices grow quiet,
Remember the work, the need to try it.
Protests alone won’t solve it all,
But join us now, answer the call.
The road is long, the climb is tough,
But together, we can do enough.
To break down walls of hate and fear,
And build a world where everyone is clear.
So, where do we go from here? We rise,
Together, with open eyes.
Join us in this work, this important fight,
For justice, for peace, for what is right.
2.9.2024

In a world where tongues weave stories anew,
Each language a gem, each dialect a view,
Of histories, cultures, and lives lived with pride,
In every syllable, a universe inside.

To speak one's own words, in the comfort of home,
Or in lands far away, where new voices roam,
Is a right, not a burden, a gift to be shared,
A reminder that diversity is always to be cared.

Yet some would demand, with a narrowed view,
"Respect our land, speak as we do!"
But respect is not silence, nor erasure of sound,
It’s a chorus where all tongues are beautifully bound.

When we journey abroad, to sunlit shores,
In Spain, France, Africa, and distant moors,
We fumble with phrases, just scratching the start,
But seldom do we fully embrace language as art.

So why then demand that others conform,
When language, like nature, thrives in its form?
To speak one's own words is to stand unafraid,
In a world where all voices should never be swayed.

Let us celebrate every tongue that is spoken,
Every word that in passion or care is awoken,
For in the dance of languages, we find our true place,
In a world rich with voices, where bias finds no space.

A Call for Change: Understanding the Past and Building a Better Future
In the old streets where history was made,
Where the Union Jack once proudly waved,
We now hear the echoes of anger and pain,
Revealing a truth, we can no longer ignore.
The riots, like a fire spreading across the land,
Burned not just buildings but the hearts of many,
Exposing the deep wounds and the unspoken past,
Showing us the scars that time hasn’t healed.
We thought we were a peaceful, civilized land,
But blood was spilled in fear and anger,
As communities of different backgrounds mourned,
For the violence that marked our time.
People came here bringing cultures rich and diverse,
Adding to the beauty of this island,
But fear of change, like a heavy weight,
Fed the flames that spread far and wide.
The shadow of our colonial past still lingers,
In the hearts of those who are afraid, T
heir English identity, fragile and unsure,
Lashes out when faced with inclusion.
But we must look deeper, beyond the pain,
Beyond the history we’ve tried to forget,
For only by facing the truth can we break the cycle,
Of a legacy filled with regret.
We must stop the hate, the violence, the lies,
Begin with honesty and open hearts,
Change the story, and rise above,
Commit to a future where healing can start.
True civilization is not found in violence,
Nor in walls built to separate us,
But in kindness, inclusion, and words,
In embracing those who stand beside us.
Let’s be brave and face our past,
Have the conversations that need to happen,
Only then will this pain not last,
And our nation’s wounds begin to heal.
We are stronger when we stand together as one,
A tapestry of colours, cultures, and beliefs,
It’s time to end the division that has begun,
And plant seeds of unity and peace.
In this reflection, we find our path,
To a future where everyone can thrive,
Where every voice is heard, And where every soul feels alive.

A Call for Change: Understanding the Past and Building a Better Future
Riots blaze through night and day,
Not just in streets, but in dismay,
Exposing wounds we cannot hide,
Revealing truths long cast aside.
We thought our land was pure and just,
Yet fear and anger broke that trust,
Communities in grief and strife,
For violence that scarred our very life.
Cultures came with stories bright,
To blend and share, to bring new light,
But fear of change, a heavy chain,
Fed the flames and brought more pain.
The shadow of empire still remains,
In hearts that cling to ancient chains,
A fragile pride that fights inclusion,
Creating walls through mere illusion.
Yet we must look beyond the pain,
Confront the past we can’t disdain,
For only truth can break the curse,
And heal the wounds that history nursed.
End the hate, the lies, the fight,
Open hearts to what is right,
Change the story, rise above,
And build a future born of love.
True civility is not in might,
Nor walls that keep us out of sight,
But in kindness, words, and care,
In welcoming all who enter there.
Let’s be bold and face the past,
With courage that will surely last,
Only then can healing start,
And mend the fractures in our heart.

We’re stronger when we stand as one,
A tapestry beneath the sun,
It’s time to end what fear begun,
And sow the seeds of peace hard-won.
In reflection, find our way,
To a brighter, peaceful day,
Where every voice and soul can thrive,
And unity keeps hope alive.

I love my country

I love my country, let me share my tale,
Of how we faced a storm, a fierce, dark gale.

A small, loud group, with hate in their hearts,
Sought to tear us apart, to poison and scar.

In the wake of tragedy, they saw their chance,
Exploiting pain to fuel their vile dance.
They targeted those who sought safe shores,
Asylum seekers, Muslims, and many more.

With hate-filled words, they attacked with glee,
Even our brave protectors, the police, you see.

But their voices, though loud, were far from the whole,
For a nation's spirit cannot be controlled.

For years, some papers and leaders have fed,
A narrative of fear, where hatred is bred.

They've normalised anger, turned it into a trend,
Even the powerful sought our unity's end.

Yet through the darkness, a light still shone,
Mothers, grannies, the ordinary came along.

From all corners, they gathered to declare,
“We stand together, we’re strong, we care.”

“No,” they shouted, “Not in our name,”
A chorus of love, a rejection of shame.
My heart sang for my nation that day,
For the true spirit of my country had its say.

Yes, there’s a poisonous minority, it’s true,
But the vast majority knows what to do.
They stood up, united, with voices so clear,
“You won’t divide us, we hold no fear.”

I love my country, and now you see,
It’s not the hate, but the love that defines me.

For in the face of those who seek to divide,
We stand together, with hope as our guide.

9.8.2024

In Tenerife, a gem so bright,
Inclusion shines both day and night.
A paradise where all can see,
A world of true diversity.

The beaches wide, the pathways clear,
For every soul, there's access here.
Wheelchairs glide to ocean's edge,
No barrier, no blocked-out pledge.

Hotels stand tall with doors wide open,
Inviting all, a friendly token.
Mobility scooters on demand,
Freedom here, a helping hand.

Cultures mix, they blend, they share,
Dining, laughing, love is there.
Children play, diverse and free,
In this land of unity.

African, Belgian, French, Chinese,
English, too, with hearts at ease.
Each one valued, each one seen,
In this inclusive, vibrant scene.

I feel a sense of belonging deep,
A place where promises they keep.
Respect, care, and open hearts,
A perfect blend of diverse parts.

Tenerife, where dreams align,
A future home when I resign.
A haven built on mutual respect,
Where every soul can feel effect.

Alyson
19.7.2024

📢 Attention Greater Manchester! Join us for a groundbreaking initiative led by Bury Business Equality and Diversity UK Ltd. We're launching two powerful children’s storybooks aimed at sharing lived experiences of racism in schools and empowering children to support each other as allies. These stories also provide guidance for teachers, leaders, and parents on speaking up to challenge racism. Year 4/5/6 primary school children, year 7/8 high school students, and ethnically diverse families, your feedback is crucial! Your insights will shape the rewriting of these books for the relaunch in October, and the development of an animated video for schools to embed anti racism in their everyday practice coinciding with Black History Month celebrations.
Let's ignite change together!
Contact us at [email protected] to be part of this vital conversation. 2024

My poetry is my own. From childhood to adulthood

In words born from the struggles I've faced,
I find solace, in ink, interlaced.
Since my earliest days, life's been tough,
Separated from love, that's been rough.

Dad gone when I was just a three and a half weeks old,
Then mom, released me to dad for Englands cold.
Thrown into a world of pain and fear,
Where writing poems became my rear.

At fourteen, tried to end it all,
But found comfort in poems, big and small.
In twenty-twenty-two, my hubby saw,
My poems, a gift, no need for straw.

But now, a friend questions if it's me,
Or if AI writes my poetry.
They don't grasp the depth of my pen's might,
Or how it's helped me through the night.

My poems are my voice, my heart, my pain,
They echo the highs, lows, and strain.
So let me speak, let my words be heard,
For in each line, my truth's assured.

My pen's my friend, my light, my might,
Guiding me through the darkest night.
So don't doubt the power in my rhyme,
It tells my life’s story, one line at a time.