ルーペ・フィアスコさんのインスタグラム写真 - (ルーペ・フィアスコInstagram)「RIP My Other Father. So many stories to tell about him. So I’ll just tell you his. #GhettoTough “Chris Bolton was the son of a truck-driving father and a factory-working mother in Hillington, near Heathrow Airport outside London. Chris traversed worlds as a boy, attending grammar school with children from well-to-do families, his uniform smart enough to elicit ridicule from neighbors and shabby enough to get him sent home by school officials who thought him “improperly dressed.” He moved on to art school and came of age during the 1960s ska era, with its ethic of interracial synergy. Chris loved to hang out in West End nightclubs “full of hookers and all-night music.” He mortified his mother when he brought home his first black girlfriend, already pregnant, and soon to become, briefly, his first wife. He hated to cause his mother grief but comforted himself with the notion that rebellion was Bolton family lore. A grandfather had helped close down the High Street during labor unrest in 1926; an uncle had died in the Spanish Civil War; and Chris’s father—less racist than his mother—had championed the aspirations of England’s downtrodden immigrants. Forced to leave home at eighteen, Chris spent his days working in classical libretti at EMI—awash in Beatles money at the time—and his nights as a DJ renting out a PA system with his pal Bertie, a singer for the reggae band Misty in Roots. Chris believed he was on the front lines of a culture war, fighting a rising tide of “fascism” in England. In the early Thatcher years, Chris and a few Misty in Roots musicians served jail time for obstructing a police raid on their studio amid the chaos of a race riot, and he burnished the tale as a badge of honor befitting a Bolton. Black girls, rebel music, and a clenched-fist response to racism all became prologue to Chris’s prolonged encounter with Zimbabwe. On April 17, 1980, as Zimbabweans celebrated independence in Rufaro Stadium, Chris attended the London celebration where Zimbabwean expatriates rubbed shoulders with punk rockers, West Indians, and the “rock against racism” crowd. “When the flag went down in Zimbabwe,” he recalled, “the flag was going down in London.” 🙏🏾」6月14日 23時41分