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"Find out what kids are good at. It will change their lives"

This post was a talk given at the recent TEDxObserver 2012 event


I’m working really hard at the minute trying to finish my directorial debut, Ill Manors, which is a hip-hop-based film. When people ask me what the film is about, I say it’s about all the things we read in the newspaper; the despicable things that I don’t think many of us agree with when we read them. The papers tell us that they happen but they never tell us why they happen. So Ill Manors is trying to get to the bottom of why we have these problems in society with our youth, why we constantly keep on reading negative things about our youth.

The reason I’ve done this is because I got kicked out of school in year 10 and no other schools would take me. I had to go to a pupil referral unit called the Tunmarsh Centre in Plaistow. I was there with other kids from a lot more dysfunctional families than me. They’d been through a lot more than me. And one thing we shared is we didn’t have any respect for authority, whether it be teachers or police.

I think the reason why we didn’t have respect for authority was that we felt that we were ignored by society, that we didn’t belong to it. And so we wouldn’t listen to anyone apart from our favourite rappers. We would let this music raise us and, though most of will never meet those artists in our lives, their words are what guided us.

Unfortunately, some of those words are negative. Within hip-hop there’s some that romanticises street life and being a gangster and selling drugs. But there’s also conscious hip-hop. I was a fan of conscious hip-hop. I was a fan of the hip-hop that was like poetry. It was like reading a book and it changed your life. Just one sentence could change your life. I realised that this was a powerful tool and I wanted to change things; I wanted to change the stuff that I read in the paper or the stuff that I came in direct contact with which I didn’t agree with.

Damilola Taylor was 10 years old when he lost his life. He was stabbed by a kid who was maybe only five or six years older than him. This is a child killing another child. I didn’t agree with that. I didn’t agree with the mentality that a lot of these kids were going round with, but I understood why they were going round with it. I understood that they were from broken families. They had parents who were probably alcoholics, drug addicts, dysfunctional, who raised them up to believe they could never make anything of themselves because they as parents never made anything of themselves.

The great thing about Tunmarsh was it was a place where these kids could go and, for the first time in their life, be shown encouragement and motivation and be told that they can make something of their lives. They can come from a negative family environment [but] they only have to bump into one person that can plant one positive seed in their head and in their heart and it can change their life. Tunmarsh was full of these positive teachers. When I left there I went on this journey through hip-hop music and I decided to write an album that tried to reach out to these kids and I tried in some ways, I guess, to be a father figure to these kids because they were parentless.

What does the word chav mean? The term may have its origins in the Romany word “chavi”, meaning child. My godfather used to call me chav, but it was affectionate. I used to enjoy it. So what does that word mean now? I believe it stands for “council house and violent”. It’s a word that is used to ridicule and label people who come from a less educated background than the rest of society. For me, it’s no different from similar words used to be prejudiced towards race or sex. The difference is, in this country we openly say the word chav. The papers openly ridicule the poor and less unfortunate. If you did the same thing with race or sex, there’d be public uproar and rightly so. But why is it different with this word?

I believe that there is a demonisation of the youth throughout the media. And people are falling for it, because if you’d had no direct contact with the kids that I’m talking about how the hell can you judge them? Because you’re only judging them based on something you read in a newspaper, aren’t you?

See, this fuels the fire. If you call kids words that are derogatory to them just because they are unlucky enough to be born into a family that couldn’t afford to give them the education that you had, they’re going to hate you. Of course they’re going to hate you and you’re going to hate them because of their actions. And it’s this vicious circle that goes round. By calling these kids these words you push them out of your society and they don’t feel part of it. You beat them into apathy and in the end they just say: “Cool, I don’t care. I don’t want to be part of your society.”

And then the riots happen, right? We’ve got a generation of youths out there on the streets. The weather is hot, it’s nice. They ain’t got nothing to do because all the community centres have been shut down. And all the money that was put into summer projects to keep these kids monitored and occupied [has gone]. Their parents ain’t going to take them out of the country on holiday. You’ve got a whole generation of kids that do not feel that they’re part of this society and they start rioting and looting. And taking the things that society has made them feel are the most important things. Sheldon Thomas [former gang member and mentor] said: “If you ask how we became a society where young peoplethink it’s OK to rob and loot, I respond how did we get to a society that cares more about shops and businesses than lives of young people.” That’s some strong words right there.

This guy, he’s from Forest Gate, comes from a dysfunctional family background like myself, had a bad attitude but [he’s] very talented. And I took him on the road with me and I showed him the opportunities that were out there for him. Andrew Curtis was trained by Vidal Sassoon. He was offered a very high-paying job. He said: “No, I don’t want to take your job. I won’t take your money.” He said: “I want to go and start an academy where we teach underprivileged kids how to cut hair.”

And so he did. Him and his girlfriend got this building and they set up this salon. They’re living there and they’re putting their hands in their pockets to pay for the things that these kids need in order to be trained. Because no one is giving them any funding. So he’s got kids who without this would have criminal records, who would go to prison. They’d be going down that path. No one is funding him, no one is backing him to do this. He’s doing this off his own back, just out of love.

Everyone knows one person out there they can help who’s less fortunate than them. And I’m not talking about help financially. I’m talking about knowledge. Plant that seed. Find out what these kids are good at, or what they care about or what they like, and try and draw it out of them because it will change their lives.

There’s a song by Jacob Miller called ”Each One Teach One”. It’s a reggae song. You should listen to that song because that’s all we’ve got to do.


Benjamin Paul Ballance-Drew, popularly known as Plan B, is a British rapper and singer-songwriter from London. His talk can also be seen here as a video

The Heinz 57

On the daily travels to work I hear a lot of words, most of which are designed to be hurtful and are spoken only to upset and annoy. These can range from the simple ‘Oi! Fatty!’ and ‘Freak’ (the latter usually being spoken when dressed as a pirate while on the way to do my job as an entertainer) to darn the right nasty, in fact what a mother encouraged her toddler to scream from her push chair last Christmas was to me inexcusable and is not worthy of repeating. It seems that to any stranger my identity consists of one thing; being overweight. But as with any human being it is by no means that simple and to those who know a little more about me than mere appearance it appears that my identity adds fuel to the fire.

The best explanation I have for my identity was given to by one of my teachers as the age of ten. ‘Heinz 57’.

I was brought up in Norfolk. The mere mention of this fact usually results in comments of inbreeding and the question ‘Do you drive a tractor?’ My Mother, who calls herself an ‘Anglo-Irish-Scott’ is very proud of her ‘Celtic’, Catholic and ‘Broad’ Norfolk routes and I was raised in a house of Folk Music, Folktales and history. So to those who meet me I may therefore be known as someone who speaks in a Norfolk accent, and can be found wondering through fields singing in Gaelic - a fact that once again causes amusement. ‘A fat country bumpkin? Walking? Impossible! But she’s not out of breath!’

This is until they become instantly confused by my surname. Mijatovic. If you met my father (also a Catholic) on the street you would assume he came out of the womb speaking Lancastrian Dialect. He is incredibly proud of the fact that he was raised in Rochdale with parents that both worked in the mills and he will defend Lancashire with his last breath.. just the utterance of the work ‘Thinternet’ or the phrase ‘goin’ down t’ pub’ usually results with him asking ‘are you taking p** thout of th’accent?’ But this Lancashire lad is in fact a proud Austrian who never spoke English until the age of Seven. Raised in a tiny village in Austria, his first day at school in Rochdale consisted of him being called a Nazi. A fact that you may think was a sign of the times, yet even with my Norfolk Accent, upon hearing that I have Austrian and Slovenian grandparents I am immediately told that I must be a fan of the Nazi party and I have even had (on more than one occasion), people saying ‘Heil Hitler’ to me while giving me the Nazi salute. I naturally find this incredibly offensive and I (as a Pagan) have stopped wearing my Thor’s Hammer as a symbol of my religion due to the amount of people who ask me if/why I’m wearing a Nazi sign. However I am just as proud of my European ancestry (which also includes Romany among others) as I am of my British side.

I am someone who gets shouted at in the street for being fat, has people telling me to go back to Austria, and I am told that I must be a gypsy due to my pagan beliefs and tendency to walk barefoot along my mile long walk to the bus stop with wild yarrow in my hair, I get gawked at for singing in either German, Breton, Irish and Scotts Gaelic and even on occasion English. I am a literate country bumpkin (who will, I might add be taking a course in tractor driving later in the year), I wear tartan, yodel, drink Lancashire tea and ramble in the muddiest of fields. So people on the way to work may call me fat; my Mum might call me an Austro-Anglo-Irish-Scott-Romany-Pagan, my Dad may refer to me as a flatlander and ‘the female version of Cadfeal’ and those at work my know me as a pirate by the name of Captain Charlie. My name is Charlotte Mijatovic and I am a Heinz 57.


Charlie Mijatovic is an Entertainer at the Great Yarmouth Sealife Centre, and is currently doing a part-time degree in archaeology when not dressing up as a pirate. 



Identity is more than skin deep.

When you’re asked to describe yourself in one word, what would it be? 

For me, there would be a few to choose between. “Lazy” is definitely one, when you look at my track record of getting out of bed c.10 minutes before my first lecture every day. Maybe “open”, in that I often find myself telling some of my most private thoughts to complete strangers - people I sit next to on the train, people you meet on a night out, Joe Bloggs sat in Pret minding his own business… My friends have offerered “quirky”, “sociable”, even “posh”. But this hasn’t always been the case with everyone who meets me.

You see, I’m Chinese by birth, and I look it. Both my parents are of Chinese descent. I was born in Malaysia. I hold a British passport, and have lived in London for the last 11 years. It’s fair to say the question “Where do you come from?” takes a while to answer. I personally don’t identify with a single ethnicity, and believe that it is possible to be part of more than one ethnic category. But I have often been judged solely on the basis of my skin tone. I have been defined by others by my race. The “Asian Chick” or the “Chinese One”.

It would bother me less if the connotations of being Oriental didn’t come with so much baggage and expectations. I’m expected to be a maths whizz, to want to become an engineer/doctor/lawyer, and to speak and sound something like Trey Parker parody-ing Kim Jong-Il in Team America. In her inspiring article, ‘Chinese Briton’ Elizabeth Chan raises similar points, noting shouts of “Jackie Chan!” and kung-fu noises from strangers being a regular occurrence, and that people are surprised when she speaks fluent English with a northern accent (she hails from Bradford). More recently, Hadley Freeman mentioned ESPN’s coverage of Taiwanese-American basketball player Jeremy Lin’s performance with the Knicks, and how their headlines were outrageously entitled “Chink in the Armor”.

Both note that these stereotypes are self-perpetuating to a degree, as Chinese Britons and Asian Americans remain under-represented in the public arenas of society. Take film for an example. In Freeman’s words, Asian roles are invariably limited to “camp villains, martial arts experts, dippy shop owners and exchange students soundtracked with a gong”. Let’s not forget the role of the sexualised foreign female temptress either. This needs to change, and change will only come when Oriental minorities start to speak up for themselves. 

This is my way of speaking up for myself. I am tired of having to wear the mask of indifference when people make jokes about how I “should” speak, or how much of a “banana” I am (crude allusions to me being ‘yellow on the outside and white on the inside’). There is more to my identity than the colour of my skin. I too am entitled to have my own varied interests; I too should be able to identify with what I want to. Today I wear my “multi-ethnic archaeologist who bakes badly and dresses like a sloppy hipster” t-shirt proudly. 


Valerie Teh is a graduate student studying archaeology and art at Cambridge University. This blog is her labour of love.