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Thursday 28 May 2020

Noughts + Crosses: A Review of the 1st episode of the popular BBC drama series

Rating: 4.5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (I can't find a half-star!)


Malorie Blackman’s dystopian world vividly comes to life this year on our screens through the BBC drama adaptation Noughts + Crosses. The TV show takes its name from the first novel in Blackman’s critically-acclaimed series, which debuted in 2001 and has a new book yet to enter into its fold. Blackman’s creation was innovative in 2001 and even in 2020, it is mind-blowing.

Noughts + Crosses is set in Aprica, a fictional creation of Blackman’s, inspired by the real Africa. Aprica is like an African transposition of the United Kingdom, where the sounds and sights of heterogeneous African culture intermingle with the familiarity of London accents. What is impressive about both Blackman’s creation and the BBC show’s adaptation of it, is how our current reality is flipped on its head. Where in reality Africa was the colonised continent, Aprica is the coloniser. Where Europeans have in actual history been the invaders, in Noughts + Crosses, they are the invaded.

The first episode of Noughts + Crosses informs us that Apricans invaded Europe over 700 years before we begin the story. In this dystopian world, the Crosses are the black people and wield the power to oppress the colonised white people, known as Noughts. 


The protagonists of this tale are Callum (played by Jack Rowan) and Sephy (Masali Baduza). Callum is a Nought who lives in a rundown area of London, whereas Sephy is the privileged Cross daughter of the Home Secretary and lives in a mansion where Nought servants pick her clothes up off the floor.

The parallels between today’s reality and this fictional universe are striking. Language is important, as we all know, in establishing notions of superiority and inferiority. Thus, the oppressed race being called “Noughts” is not an oversight. They are treated as nothing.

Meanwhile, the term for the opposite race, “Crosses”, may even call to mind the image of the crucifix. They are deemed superior, cleaner and more worthy than the “Noughts”. Similarly, “black” and “white” as racial terms have long been used to justify deeming black people “dirty”, “godless” and “impure”, whilst white is seen as “pure”, “holy” and “superior”. The BBC show further reiterates the mastermind vocabulary of Blackman by featuring the words “blanker” and “dagger” repeatedly. “Blanker” is the Noughts + Crosses equivalent of the racial slur “nigger”, whilst “dagger” is comparative to “white trash”. But remember: the colours are swapped around in this world!

Malorie Blackman’s magicking up of Callum and Sephy was a reaction to racism of the 1990s. The Stephen Lawrence case (where a 19-year old black male was the victim of a racist murder) was still fresh. In 2020, although things have changed, much is still the same. Perhaps even worse, in some ways. I write this hours after learning of the modern-day lynching of black American George Floyd in the street, a white police officer crushing Floyd’s neck with his knee.

Noughts + Crosses is not shy. It is bold, fierce and daring. And I find it to be a brilliant, enlightening and effective portrayal of the evil of racism.

We have barely broken one minute when we see police brutality take centre stage. Callum and his brother Jude are at a party with his friends, when they hear the ominous sirens of the police. The crowd immediately scatters, fear in the eyes of each of the Noughts present. Unfortunately for Callum, Jude (Josh Dylan) and their friend Danny (Charles Jones), the police catch sight of them in an alleyway.

Their bodies immediately slump into subservience. They know that meetings with the police do not typically end well for those with their complexion.

Before they know it, the police are pushing them against a van – all except Jude, who tries to be the smart one and contest his rights. That approach doesn’t work; instead it riles up the officers all the more – and Danny is violently knocked to the ground, blood streaming from his head.

Danny with his hands on the police van, moments before he is struck in the head



This may be fiction but it mirrors the reality of the present day. Black people know not to try and argue with the police, because it could end very badly for them. Think of Sandra Bland. This reality is not limited to America. Black people are disproportionately stopped and searched by officers in the UK, and are sometimes the subject of police brutality. Although I am grateful for the police, I still feel a tightening in my chest every time I am driving and a police car nears. I remember being in the car once and my mum being forced to stop by a white police officer, who made preposterous claims about the way she was driving. We both knew that the only reason she was stopped is because she is black.

This intense scene in the first episode of N+C mirrors today’s news in many ways. The unprovoked attack on Danny is caught on video by surrounding Noughts, who have returned and begin to shout at the police officers. Danny is rushed to the hospital, where he fights for his life.

Let’s be honest: in today’s society, when black people are violently attacked by white police officers, they rarely survive long enough to get to hospital.

The paradox in the lives of Noughts and Crosses quickly becomes apparent. While Callum sadly awaits news of his friend Danny, Sephy excitedly prepares for her mother Jasmine’s birthday party, completely oblivious to the news on the T.V. directly before her, retelling the attack. Her ability to zone this out struck me. She has the privilege of existing in a world where racism will never directly affect her; therefore she can develop the ability to zone it out. What a privilege.

The BBC series does a fantastic job of representing the rich and diverse cultures of Africa. Yet one of my few criticisms of the show is that it zooms in too much on the national culture of one actual nation in particular. The culture of Nigeria is overrepresented, to the detriment of many other notable African cultures. And I say this as someone of Nigerian heritage. This said, it is something quite spectacular to see the beauty of Nigerian culture celebrated on my TV screen: something I have never seen on British television.

Sephy and her sister Minerva sing birthday celebrations to their mother in Yoruba (incidentally, this is the tribe my family draws its roots from), a Nigerian tribal language. Notice the traditional African print on their clothing. 

Today, let us dance

It is interesting to note that the McGregor family (Callum’s household) also wear traditional African clothing. Callum's mother Meggie (played by Helen Baxendale, who you might recognise as Emily from Friends), wears an African-inspired dress and Callum, a patterned shirt in the below still. Jude and Callum’s father’s rejection of this clothing mirrors their outlook of being more subversive and unwilling to assimilate into the culture of their oppressors.



Jude’s response to the attack on his friend Danny is to become angry. He decides to meet with an anti-racist force known as the Liberation Militia. Though Callum, too, is hurt, his hope of change is to qualify for a place at military academy Mercy Point, where he will be able to prove the Crosses and their stereotypes wrong.

As Callum walks to the home of Home Secretary Kamal Hadley, where his mother has convinced him to serve as a waiter at Jasmine’s party, it becomes apparent how quickly the Cross media have twisted the facts of the attack to suit their own agenda. Callum walks past a billboard bearing the headline “POLICE ATTACKED IN CONTINUED NOUGHT VIOLENCE”, and moments later he sees a nought being cruelly bundled into the back of a police van. The parallels between this and our current-day reality are explicit. Every time another unarmed black person is senselessly killed, the narrative very quickly becomes “He [the victim] was dangerous. They [the attackers] were only protecting themselves.”

Kamal Hadley, Sephy’s father, is one of those who pushes this propaganda. In an encouraging display of what can happen when the privileged care for the downtrodden, the female Prime Minister of Albion does not back him.

Take a moment to admire the Kente cloth outfit worn by the Prime Minister in this shot. Kente cloth is a fabric native to Ghana. The headdress the Prime Minister is wearing is known as a gele, a Nigerian head-tie worn by women at special occasions. Even her necklace is traditionally African. Doesn’t she look amazing?!



Noughts + Crosses outdoes itself in both the great and small details. The disproportionate unemployment faced by Noughts is brought to our attention; a bunch of them coming to the docks every day hoping for a job. The blown-up face of a Cross woman with beaded hair on a gigantic billboard reminds us that in this world, black (Cross) is the beauty standard. As Callum’s mother Meggie travels on the bus, the camera cuts to a sign forbidding romantic relationships between Noughts and Crosses.

Think of slavery, colonisation, apartheid and the Jim Crow laws. Then imagine a society in which all of them have existed. That is Albion. Here, the Crosses reign.

It is so atypical to see blackness celebrated on screen that it is something strangely wonderful to hear traditional African music as the soundtrack of this show. At Sephy’s mother’s party, the band breaks out into a groovy tune in one of the Songhoi dialects of Mali. 

Jasmine’s party is a cocktail of rich sights and sounds. As well as the traditional prints and clothing pieces, the women proudly wear their hair in its natural texture. The Aprican culture is celebrated.
Callum immediately notices when Sephy enters the party. (Still above.) He is blown away by her beauty, yet they are from opposite worlds, and her world does not make room for people like him. We see Callum watch the Hadleys and their Cross guests revelling; he and other Noughts present but not invited to the party. Angered by Kamal Hadley’s apathy to the plight of the Noughts, Callum breaks a glass and cuts his finger.

This is where Callum and Sephy finally meet. Sephy goes looking for Callum, and we discover that these two actually grew up together as children. Much has since changed. Sephy helps Callum bandage his finger, only to awkwardly pause as they both realise that the plaster is designed for brown skin, not skin like Callum’s. (That is so clever!)

This episode exposes us to Sephy’s ignorance. She is so naïve! A key example is the scene below. Callum doesn’t feel the need to spell out the link between his friend being in hospital and the police, as Noughts are so often attacked by the police. Sephy hasn’t got a clue.




Later in the episode, Callum attends the vigil where people gather to mourn and pray for his friend Danny outside the hospital. Sephy arrives and is met with a combination of warmth and hostility by the Noughts. Callum can’t believe she has come. Before they know it, their peaceful gathering is scattered by the onslaught of police, who shout that this is an “illegal protest”.

Callum and Sephy escape to the hospital, where Sephy is able to use her Cross privilege to get the parents into Danny’s hospital room, which they were previously barred from entering. As they walk home, Callum and Sephy are attacked by a group of Noughts, who are angry with Callum for associating with a Cross. Callum is viciously beaten, and Sephy roughly held back, until she screams at one of the guys, “Get off me, you Blanker!”

In that moment, the infighting between the Noughts comes to an abrupt end. In that moment, they all are one. They are all the same to Sephy: as Noughts, the word “Blanker” is a derogatory slur used against all of them.

A deafening silence ensues, broken only by the pathetic apologies of Sephy. A police officer arrives, and because of Sephy and only because of her, all the Noughts are left to walk free. The betrayal is painfully etched across Callum’s face as he walks away.

The episode most certainly does not end there.  There is much more to this episode than the little I have fleshed out here. I’ll leave you with this quote from Sephy: 
“I’d love to pretend that I’m not like the other Crosses; that I’m better than that – but I’m not! I just didn’t want to realise it.”

All six episodes of Noughts + Crosses are available to watch on BBC iPlayer and various other streaming services outside of the UK. Go and watch it! I've tried not to give away any key spoilers!










Saturday 2 May 2020

Get Over Yourself.

Get over yourself.


People have been saying that the coronavirus is the great equaliser. To some extent, they are right. Covid-19 has affected our whole world: rich and poor; young and old; educated and non-educated; those in good health, those in poor health; men and women; white, brown, black…

However, not everyone has been affected to the same extent. Let’s make no bones about it.

I think finally, some people that wanted to pretend inequality does not exist, are waking up to smell the coffee.

This post is not intended to make you comfortable. Get over yourself.

Oh don’t worry, that phrase – which you are going to see again and again as your eyes follow the trail of these words – is one I have used for myself, too - and continue to check myself with. I am not picking on you.

The fact is, most of us live with some kind of privilege.

It is comfortable to be privileged.


As a black Christian woman who lives with a long-term condition and speaks with a Northern accent, I’ll admit that I’m not usually the most privileged person in the room.

However, I do live with privilege. I am from a middle-class home. I have never spent a night on the street. I have never had to worry about whether or not I could afford pads for my monthly cycle. I went to good schools throughout my life, and then went to one of the top universities in the world.

None of this is my fault, nor am I ashamed of it. But it would be stupid to start an argument with someone that has known a life of being homeless by stating, “Well, I used to tour with a Christian drama company, and sometimes we didn’t even know if we would have a place to stay that night!”

Erm… That would be an extremely dumb thing to say, and would be utterly missing the point.

Likewise, it would also be incredibly foolish for me to say to someone who grew up on an estate where all the local schools were poorly funded and were filled with students unwilling to learn, that I know exactly how they feel “because I didn’t go to Eton, I went to a state grammar school”. 


If I said that, I would feel an overwhelming urge to slap myself in the face.

Privileged people are generally quite inept at seeing their own privilege. My guess is that it makes them feel uncomfortable. Recognising that they are at the top of the ladder leaves room for someone to topple them from the highest rung. It also means they might have to do something to turn the tables. And they don’t much like that idea. 

Actually, it’s not a guess. I KNOW that it makes us feel uncomfortable to see our own privilege.

I have a lot of amazing friends. And many of them are involved in social justice causes. I have a number of friends who champion the needs of the homeless. At university, many of my friends were involved in “homeless outreach”, where they would get up close and personal with people on the street, provide them with food and talk to them about Jesus.

I never got involved with homeless outreach. Not because I don’t care about the homeless, or sympathise with their plight. It was more because the idea of getting involved made me feel uncomfortable.

To be fair, I was involved with a huge amount of societies at Oxford and I generally needed some time to rest on a Friday. However, I could have gone just once. I never did.

Why? Because the idea of making friends with homeless people made me uncomfortable. I had given small amounts of cash to people before, and I came to realise they were almost certainly using-it for drugs. I also felt uncomfortable because I was a young 18/19-year-old woman and most of the homeless people I would be helping were older men.

However, in dwelling on these realities, I did not leave much room in my brain to consider the needs of these people. When we focus on our comfort, we often do not consider other people’s humanity. The first step in recognising privilege is recognising that we are all the same, in essence: therefore, none of us has a right to believe themselves any better than anyone else. The next natural step is to do something to give a leg up to those squashed by the status quo. Unfortunately, society rewards those higher up on the social ladder, meaning that this can be counterintuitive. 

We want a world of peace. However, peace can only reign where there is justice.

If one us is suffering, we all suffer.

Covid-19 is finally forcing us to realise this reality.

People are dying. I’m not interested in your comfort. 


If you know me, you’ll know that I get very angry about injustice.

The forms of injustice I see used as ammunition against people based on the very essence of who they are, get me the most het up.

Racism and sexism are some of the big ones.

I believe that every human being is made in the image of God. Therefore, when you treat another human being as less than – based on an attribute that is in their DNA – well, you are not just insulting them, you are insulting God.

Get over yourself.

I have friends of many different hues. I love it. I love that the colours of our skin are not a barrier in establishing meaningful and lasting connections.

I therefore have conversations with my friends about race fairly often. I don’t shy away from it. I most certainly do not apologise for talking about an injustice that is causing death to many, and ruining the lives of countless people.

Some of my white friends actually will begin these discussions themselves – they care about injustice, and therefore, racism is not off limits. They also LISTEN when I talk to them about my experiences, and enlighten them on elements of my culture that they may not know about.

Conversations with some of my other friends do not quite follow this pattern. I’ve found myself in conversations with white friends where they start CORRECTING me on racism. Better yet, some seem to think it doesn’t exist. Excuse me, but as a white person born and raised in a white-majority country, how do you really think you can invalidate my lived experience as a black woman who has lived in several white-majority countries?

It took all the grace of God and strength of Jesus for me to not say something VERY RUDE back to them. Instead, I would politely tell them that were completely wrong. 


I am fully aware of when people get uncomfortable about me bringing up racism in discussion. They do that thing where they shrink back in their seats and take an audible breath in, looking around as though they would rather be anywhere but THERE.

Ohh, I’m sorry, does this make you UNCOMFORTABLE??

Well, how do you think it feels to get pushed on the metro with people muttering horrible words about your skin tone? How do you think it feels to be beaten up on the street because you are black? How do you think it feels to be attacked on the street just because you are Chinese; people accusing you of bringing the coronavirus into the country? How do you think it feels to be KILLED just because you are a brown Muslim? Do you think that the thoughts of these people at the time they are attacked is, OH MY GOSH, I FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE RIGHT NOW?!


Get over yourself.

People of colour, don’t sit there looking so smug. Sometimes we need to get over ourselves too. You think black or brown people can’t be racist? So why is it possible that some of my family members might never speak to me again if I were to marry a white man? 

Some of you chocolate people only make friends with other chocolate bars. Why? Some of you spend a lot of time complaining about how awful white people are, yet you live in a country inhabited mostly by white people - because some white people gave you permanent residence. You had better get over yourself.

My melanin brothers and sisters, some of you are spending all of your energy getting worked up about white people wearing dreadlocks, when people are dying because they are black and brown. I think you need to pick your battles.


WE ALL NEED TO GET OVER OURSELVES.


If you feel uncomfortable as a man when a lady starts talking about how difficult it can be to be a woman, and how sexual harassment and assault is a common evil we learn to live with, you need to get over yourself. I know some amazing men who will actually listen, but I know of those who will immediately feel as though their masculinity is under attack – “Not all men do that!”

Did we say so?

Why don’t you try saying that to the woman who has been physically and mentally abused, raped and much more by a string of men in her lifetime? Are you really trying to tell me that toxic masculinity is not a thing?

Sure, you might not be a toxic male. I recognise that not all men are. Thankfully. However, to get offended when someone makes the point that toxic masculinity is a thing is completely missing the point.

Get over yourself.

I Got Over Myself.


Where I might have once been uncomfortable around homeless people, now when I see the homeless man that is a regular outside a nearby supermarket, I stop and talk with him. Sometimes I buy him food, if I have anything to spare. A few years ago, I would have given him a quick smile and rushed past, before he could ask me for anything. Now I know his name. Last time I saw him, I prayed for him.

What changed? I got over myself.

I recognised that the cause of the homeless was not solely the job of my friends, already doing a great job championing those on the streets. It was mine too.

It is not just MY (or any other black / brown person's) job to raise awareness about racism. Nor is it just Ruth’s (or any other woman's) responsibility to talk about sexism. Have you been thinking, Oh Ruth is an ambassador with Press Red, so I’ll leave it to her to address issues like domestic abuse?

Any form of injustice against humans is a HUMAN problem.

Racism, sexism, classism, ableism and a bunch of other discriminatory behaviours have bred a world of inequality. Are you going to:
  1. -          get over yourself
  2. -          hold your lips and listen to those at the bottom

… So that we can start to even things out?



Oh, I’m sorry, does that make you UNCOMFORTABLE??