Rainbow Milk, Paul Mendez’s debut novel, explores lived histories at the intersections of Blackness, the working class, British Empire, queerness, masculinity and an insular religious community. These contradictions crash into each other, sometimes across space and time, across generations or within a single life: Mendez traverses the long duration of Black relocation from Jamaica, and the promises made to the Windrush generation by Perfidious Albion. In its engagement with colonial history,Rainbow Milk embeds us in lives and loves held up by place, work and everyday sensuality. The soot of Birmingham’s 1950s industrial landscape and the rhythms of Brixton’s streets in the 2000s are brought alive in this novel of three generations of Black men, centred around the young Jesse and his search for self-realisation. The novel plays key moments (an evening or a weekend) from these lives, as if dropping a needle onto a vinyl record to find their time-grooves.
Rainbow Milk speaks in a variety of Black voices which Mendez performs with the experience of having been raised as a Jehovah’s Witness to give Bible readings. The reader senses the intricacy and fragility of everyday exchanges, and Mendez brings his experience as an actor and performer to his craft as a writer (Mendez also recorded the audio book for his novel). I spoke to Paul Mendez via video call as 2020 was closing. We were both keen to see the back of it, but kept returning to the activity and activism which gives us cause for hope in the present crisis, from Michaela Coel’sI May Destroy You to the many waves created by BLM.
I realised that that generation’s stories are very different to what we think they are, which makes me question why they would be so circumspect about their past. I think it’s because they moved here with hope that we would be British, be English. They were taught the standard British colonial education, which said basically that Britain is the greatest country in the world and every other country, nation, language and culture slots in somewhere below. Britishness is everything that you should ever aspire to attain. So when they left Jamaica behind, they left it for good. My grandparents went back for six-week periods once every ten years, but they went back as proud British people. There was a real desire to forget who they were, and to instil a Britishness in us, their descendants, that would make us not even ask questions about Jamaica, that embarrassing small island that they left.
So for me, it was really important as a third-generation person to say, well, actually I am very British, and yes I’ve forgotten about my heritage as you wanted me to, but that’s actually not what I agree with and I do want to re-engage with that heritage. And that’s kind of whatRainbow Milk ostensibly is about: one of its subjects, anyway. About that real sense of being blind, almost, in terms of your heritage, and finding the ways to be able to see it again. Of having the privilege, and the knowledge, to be able to go back and knit those stories and histories together.
That, in turn, was almost twenty years ago, so look how much things have changed–I’m now totally out to my family. But in the meantime, I did have to find people to look after me emotionally and do the job that my parents and extended family should have been doing. I’ve been incredibly lucky that I was able to find a chosen family, but that’s not to discount all the time I’ve spent alone, being the only person I could confide in or rely on. Books certainly helped, there. And albums. I wouldn’t be the person I am today, or even be alive, if it wasn’t forThe Writing’s On the Wall,Heart and Soul,The Line of Beauty,Notes of a Native Son,Lemonade,The Life of Pablo,Against Nature,In Search of Lost Time…that’s just off the top of my head.
I had dinner with an old school friend last year and she congratulated me on news of my novel. She was in my English class and she was like: Paul, you could have done this when you were sixteen. What’s taken you so long? She knew nothing about my family life, or the strictures of my religion. My world and my life are so different now: I guess I pretty much am the same person that I was when I was sixteen, but I live in a world that’s more conducive to my survival and development. I’m not a Jehovah’s Witness anymore. Jehovah’s Witnesses don’t trust fiction; you study the Bible and you study Bible publications. And I wanted Jesse to really embody that journey of being the same person at the beginning as you find at the end, it’s just the world changes around him and makes him able to negotiate it on his own terms.
I think someone like my grandmother would be a really interesting character to look at in a novel. My grandmother left two children behind in Jamaica to move to England and married my grandfather, who she met here, even though they’re from the same region in Jamaica; she started a new family and never sent for her first two children. And my experience of her is of a very loving, maternal person. What must she have been through to realise that she couldn’t send for her first two children–and her eldest son died, I think years and years and years ago, decades ago. She must have carried that around with her forever. She has another daughter who lives in the States who none of us have met. It’s extraordinary to think what goes on behind the scenes.
Fiction, when you only have a few sketchy details about something, can be used to fill in the gaps. You’re capturing stories, you’re resurrecting stories, almost, and giving us something to learn from, giving ourselves a history. Because, as Black people, history is always being written by others. You go back far enough, and in the Caribbean, until 1841, plantation owners didn’t even have to record the names of their employees. So it’s really hard to trace family before that. Beyond that, you’ve still got these concentric circles of separation from your heritage. So it’s really important to me to look to that generation and keep their memory alive. Because I think we’re still living with their legacy: you see with the Windrush scandal that even now, even when we think that we live in a more equal world, the powers that be are still finding ways in which to discriminate against us insidiously.
White working class people are tricked, I suppose, by the media–and often the governments–around them mainly into retaining a particular position which makes them easy to control. They’re told they’re white, just like the rulers, who don’t treat them the same at all. And this isn’t profound, this has probably been said a billion times and far more eloquently than I can. But what we’ve seen with the major shift rightwards of the white working classes, since the referendum, they just basically sort of fed into Boris Johnson’s hands in terms of the way they voted. Because he put on a hi-vis in a car factory in the North and told them he’s one of them. Well, of course he isn’t. He couldn’t be less like them or have greater disdain for them.
Some people have been left completely without a future in this pandemic. I was working in the hospitality industry full time until 2018. If I was still there, I’d be in a very, very precarious position right now. And I feel for some of my former colleagues and the people who work in that industry now. There was an item on Channel 4 News when the tier system after the November lockdown was announced, where a chef in Manchester was really holding back the tears. Every time the government says they’re going to review the restrictions, those chefs all go back to work for 7 a.m., they open up the kitchen, they do all the prep. When we go to a restaurant, what we’re eating is the result of about three or four days of prep, when it comes to taking in the raw ingredients and all the processes that have to go through in the kitchen until it gets to our plate. Three or four days. It’s not the twenty minutes it’s been since we ordered it. So they go back to work, they open up the kitchen, they start doing the prep, they start taking deliveries, they make orders, they prepare to open their restaurant on the Friday night or whatever, and then the government announces that they can’t open. And so all the food that they’ve started preparing, they have to give it away, or dash in the bin. And it’s heartbreaking for them. I could really feel the rawness of his emotional response. I’ve never heard the phrase ‘mental health’ used as much by the general public as I’ve heard it this year. Mental health, even five years ago, nobody talked about, particularly men. Now everyone is owning the fact that their mental health has been absolutely dragged here, and the worst thing is, nothing can be done about it until Covid has been dealt with.
But my politics, my personal politics, even though Jehovah’s Witnesses are apolitical and don’t vote, the politics within me were influenced by the environment in which I was raised. So I was very right-wing, and it struck me during the recent election in the US that, as a teenager, I probably had more in common with today’s Trump supporters than I did with the world I inhabit now. As a Witness, I was anti-abortion, anti-gay, anti-feminist. That’s the person that I was until relatively late, until my mid-twenties, when I started really questioning things and reading James Baldwin and Andrea Levy. I started to realise that I didn’t have to be the person I was raised as, and I think it’s key that we get to see from people in fiction that there is a journey fromany kind of indoctrination to being someone who actually can think for themselves. And I think people are scared to do that. They’re scared to be potentially ostracised from their communities and families.
I could’ve very comfortably stayed a Jehovah’s Witness because it’s a wonderful familial space, as long as you stay invested in the doctrine. You’re in a multicultural family, everyone’s your auntie and uncle, and it’s all great. But the minute you step away from that you get kicked out, and that’s what happened to me, that’s what happened to Jesse. And I had to go through a terrible time, but I’m so glad that I’m not still there because I’d be on the wrong side of history and the wrong side of what’s happening in the world. Well, the good things that are happening anyway. I wanted to show that wherever you’re coming from, you can end up in a place where you can live your life and be happy with who you are as an individual.
Genet and Baldwin are writing from the Forties to the Seventies. I suppose it’s our fault, for being so coy about it and seeing it as a shameful thing to be or to be involved in, that we haven’t seen more of sex work in storytelling. So I just want to see more. More writing about sex work, more writing about trans sex, more writing about all kinds of engagements between humans that happen behind closed doors, more about drug use and addiction, more about mental health, all of these real-life subjects that still aren’t within the realm of‘normal’for the majority. You know, if we want to have a‘new normal’, I think the new normal should be lifting up the carpet that all of these things have been swept under for so long and allowing them to rise up and enter our lungs. I think that’s the way forward. To understand all aspects of humanity in the dark and the light.
One of the ways in which I accessed characters for the novel was to improvise them as an actor and get into their voice and into their mannerisms. There are so many characters I created while I was writingRainbow Milk who didn’t make it into the book, so I’m wondering if I might find a space for them in the TV series. We’re thinking six to eight hour-long episodes, so there’ll many more opportunities to look at the people around Jesse when he’s not there, like his mother, like his boyfriend Owen, like his friend Ginika. I’m still learning new things about the book and my characters, despite the fact that I’ve written it myself. It’s a strange position being the hired writer of my own adaptation.
I haven’t watched much TV over the past few years, but I picked up a little bit this year withUnorthodox,Normal People,I May Destroy You andSmall Axe in particular, getting into what TV is now and reflecting on what I would class as the glory days of TV in my lifetime, the late Nineties/early 2000s with the classic HBO stuff likeSex and the City,Oz,Six Feet Under,The Sopranos andQueer As Folk on Channel 4. Now I’m looking at where I stand, building the foundations of a TV sensibility and responding to what’s going on now.I May Destroy You completely blew my mind. It seemed to come from nowhere. I didn’t know anything she’d done in that series was possible on television. So the scene where Kwame goes to that guy’s flat… I’d never seen anything like that on TV before. You look up at the BBC logo in the corner of the screen and you’re like, oh, my God, this is insane – the Queen’s own Beeb totally down with fully penetrative, glistening, black gay sex. We were negotiating with production companies at the timeI May Destroy You was on, and becauseRainbow Milk is so sexually explicit and so visual in that sense, I was really worried about these very polite, very white, production companies potentially diluting the content for TV. But when I sawI May Destroy You, I thought, we can do this, we can go deep. I’d never seen black men fucking on TV ever in my life. Black queer men are always desexualised – I remember that US seriesNoah’s Arc, in which they substituted ‘dick’ or ‘cock’ with ‘unit’, and barely showed us so much as an ass cheek. And so, in a sense, you kind of work based on the parameters you assume the status quo will set. You write what you think people are going to be able to take; you internalise their perceived homophobia and racism. But when you see someone else doing it, it makes you think, I can be myself, I can do that. It’s quite a thing to be shown that you can be yourself when you’ve spent so much of your life pandering.
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