As a black teenager, I loved Morrissey. But heaven knows I’m miserable now | Joshua Surtees
I used to defend Morrissey against accusations of racism. Now I feel betrayed by his support for bigots like Tommy Robinson
Dear Morrissey, I’m writing this to say, in a gentle way, thank you but no. As beautiful as your words once were, your vocal support for bigots such as Tommy Robinson and the For Britain party is hideously ugly.
As a mixed-race, British-Jamaican boy raised by a white, working class, reggae-loving, northern mother, your music somehow became the most important thing in my young life. It was a delicious, rebellious pleasure, a refuge through difficult teenage years. As an adult, I’m furious at your betrayal and your rejection of modern, diverse Britain.