Skip to content

Black Teacher

Beryl Gilroy

Review by Jeffrey Boakye


There aren’t many books I’ve come across with a title that, in two short words, fully summarise both my professional and personal identities, as well as the intersections between the two. So when I first saw Black Teacher by Beryl Gilroy, I must say I was intrigued.

Originally published in 1976, it is the first-person account of a young woman who came to the UK from British Guiana in the 1950s and who went on to become one of the first black headteachers in British history.

It’s an extraordinarily compelling journey. Gilroy, leading with a clear and utterly readable narrative flair, details her experiences of navigating post-war East London, in black skin. It’s a world of poverty, nascent multiculturism and working-class struggle that is painted with both comic and tragic brushstrokes. It’s also shown to be a world of entrenched racism, with Gilroy facing countless aggressions, both micro and macro, discrimination and, at times, open hostility.

From this frenetic backdrop emerges a narrative that is as reflective as it is illuminating. This is one level that Black Teacher operates on – and it does so well: as a memoir detailing the realities of racism from the intimate perspective of a Briton arriving from the West Indies. Here, the author fearlessly exposes her vulnerability in detailing these experiences on a deeply personal, and thus relatable, level. Through Gilroy’s eyes and words, we gain a portal into what life was like for black British colonials seeking to make the ‘mother country’ a home. In a word: tough.

As the second word of the book’s title suggests, education is a key focus that Gilroy offers generous insight into.

As a teacher of 15 years myself, I was struck by just how educational this book was on the subject of teaching. Gems of wisdom shine throughout and it soon becomes clear that you are in the presence of a profoundly sensitive educationalist. I found myself taking notes and reaching for the highlighter, the book transforming into a guide for my teaching practice as well as a journey through Gilroy’s. The episodes and anecdotes of her life weave themselves into a richly textured philosophy of education that, even now, would be labelled ‘progressive’. Deep child-centred learning, arts-based practice, animal therapy, community engagement, forum theatre, mantle of the expert, trauma informed practice… I could go on.

In all of this, there is genuine charm in the way Gilroy manages to paint layered and textured portraits of the children (and adults) she encounters, demonstrating the most crucial qualities for any good teacher: benevolence, faith and compassion, values which radiate from every page of this book. This is another level that Black Teacher operates on: as an exemplar of the spirit into which educators must enter the trials, tragedies and triumphs of the profession.

I learned a lot from this book. It made me reconsider what it means to be black; what it means to be a teacher; what it means to be a teacher who happens to be black. Decades after its original publication we still live in a world that needs healing, one that continues to suffer the fractures of racial division and corruptions of structural inequality. Beryl Gilroy died in 2001 but Black Teacher remains relevant to this day, showing us the resilience, wisdom and optimism that we need to impart to successive generations. Ultimately, whether you’re a teacher or not, whether you’re black or not, this might be the most important lesson of all.

Photo courtesy of the Beryl Gilroy Estate.

Beryl Gilroy and her children’s book A Visitor from Home feature in the ‘Unfinished Business’ exhibition at the British Library