Thomas Fox.

A NEW MASTER

         During my first two weeks in Glasgow town I decided earning a living for myself.   I was introduced to two job offers. The first was working on farmland, the second was working on the ports.   Well I decided ditching both jobs. I believe you might be wondering.., why ?.   

       Working on the farm was really tedious too, but there was a problem.  "Racism" my colour was always looked down on. Not just me but others. We were just three who had the same skin colour, but the rest who were seventeen had a different skin colour from us.  
Sometimes our pays were delayed while the rest had there's on time. Sometimes we were left without a pay. Many times we've been given more and tedious work to do than the others. 
Until the time came for me and the others to ditch the job.

        I tried looking for another job and I ended up getting a job with the ports.
I worked as a labourer there. Offloading and loading goods into the ships was my job.   But something always bothered me.
During my working days, the slave trade was still in operation.  Many people were still coming into the shores of England.   I would sit down and watch as men, women and children were chained and dragged away to work as slaves.    Tears frequently ran down my eyes when my eyes caught sight of this.     

        Racial discrimination was also paramount too.   Sometimes I would be hit and mocked on and at times insulted a "slave".   
Those times were really heartbreaking and really distressing. I then decided ditching the job too.

        It took weeks before I finally got a well paying job. One that I won't come in contact with racial discrimination.  
       What was my job ?.   A translator. 
I translated the words spoken by people who came from a far. " Slaves" who had fled from their masters. I found peace of mind interacting with the slaves and also their dreams.

        By the way., Masters name was Sir' Julius Moore. A native of Wales. He was a councillor who was in charge of some of the towns issues.
A man who was also against the use of fellow man as slaves. A young man too, but really older other than I was.  He was a married man too. He had just two children. But something was .., will I say quite odd. His wife was a black skinned woman.  I called them the odd couple because never have I seen a thing like this before. I then reasoned., he loved her then.   She was a calm and gentle woman.

      This made me think of Marilyn. I thought. My relationship with her can be like this also.
We still contacted each other though., through letter writing. I was always refreshed by her sweet penned words. I wished of seeing her some other time again. And perhaps getting married.

        The Moore couple which I admired so much really taught me a few things about true love.