Okay well your professor lied to you.
Actually there were so many Black British at that time that Elizabeth I tried to blame the realms ills on them and have them all deported. Twice. She failed, probably because you can’t deport your own citizens very well under most circumstances. It’s actually a pretty pivotal point in English history.
An open le[tt]re to the L[ord] Maiour of London and th’alermen his brethren, And to all other Maiours, Sheryfes, &c. Her Ma[jes]tieunderstanding that there are of late divers Blackmoores brought into the Realme, of which kinde of people there are all ready here to manie,consideringe howe God hath blessed this land w[i]th great increase of people of our owne Nation as anie Countrie in the world, wherof manie for want of Service and meanes to sett them on worck fall to Idlenesse and to great extremytie; Her Ma[jesty’]s pleasure therefore ys, that those kinde of people should be sent forthe of the lande. And for that purpose there ys direction given to this bearer Edwarde Banes to take of those Blackmoores that in this last voyage under Sir Thomas Baskervile, were brought into this Realme to the nomber of Tenn, to be Transported by him out of the Realme. Wherein wee Req[uire] you to be aydinge & Assysting unto him as he shall have occacion, and thereof not to faile.
Elizabeth I tried to use Black British as scapegoats for some of the problems in English society during the Elizabethan Era, problems that led to the passing of the famous Poor Laws in 1597 and 1601.
But while Elizabeth may have enjoyed being entertained by Black people, in the 1590s she also issued proclamations against them. In 1596 she wrote to the lord mayors of major cities noting that there were ‘of late divers blackmoores brought into this realm, of which kind of people there are already here to manie…’. She ordered that ‘those kinde of people should be sente forth of the land’.
Elizabeth made an arrangement for a merchant, Casper van Senden, to deport Black people from England in 1596. The aim seems to have been to exchange them for (or perhaps to sell them to obtain funds to buy) English prisoners held by England’s Catholic enemies Spain and Portugal.
No doubt van Senden intended to sell these people. But this was not to be, because masters* of Black workers - who had not been offered compensation - refused to let them go. In 1601, Elizabeth issued a further proclamation expressing her ‘discontentment by the numbers of blackamores which are crept into this realm…’ and again licensing van Senden to deport Black people. It is doubtful whether this second proclamation was any more successful than the first.Why this sudden, urgent desire to expel members of England’s Black population? It was more than a commercial transaction pursued by the queen. In the 16th century, the ruling classes became increasingly concerned about poverty and vagrancy, as the feudal system- which, in theory, had kept everyone in their place - finally broke down. They feared disorder and social breakdown and, blaming the poor, brought in poor laws to try to deal with the problem
As you can see, Black people were a pretty important and pivotal part of English society at the time. Basically, the Queen tried to convince the people that they had to “give up” their cobbler’s apprentices and weavers and other various other workingpeople (the Black musicians in the court were of course exempt from the deportations) to the crown, on the basis that they were “vagrants” and “mostly infidels”. This was not only a wild exaggeration (most were Christian with working class jobs like ya do), but it’s not a very compelling reason to frigging report your next-door neighbor Bill the Mason to immigration. Because then who’s going to do your masonry?
So anyways, the Poor Laws had to be passed, because you can’t deport your citizens/workforce and no one would cooperate with something like that.
And it’s not like those people went anywhere. They’re still there. They were there before that! Some had been there since like, the 4th frigging century when that was part of the Roman Empire!
Also check the tag for England here. Plenty more on lots of different people of color in England throughout many eras.
Amazingly Vivid Dino Illustrations Reveal a Brutal Prehistoric World
Over its lifetime, Earth has hosted countless species. But some of those species, like the dinosaurs, have managed to claw their way into a special place in our imaginations. Now, a new book illustrates the dinosaurs — and many of the beasts of millennia ago — in beautiful, spectacular and vicious style. In one illustration, tiny Utahraptors tear at the flesh of a much larger creature. Another shows a rather unlikely but fanciful encounter between giant megalodon and funny-looking platybelodon. A more serene image depicts a well-camouflaged little dinosaur sleeping beneath a tree in a lush, green forest. (via Amazingly Vivid Dino Illustrations Reveal a Brutal Prehistoric World | Science | WIRED)
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"Is that supposed to say marry?"
Derek clenches his jaw, nods curtly as he continues to ice the dark chocolate Easter egg.
Scott leans over his shoulder, clucks his tongue, “Dude.”
"What. What’s wrong, now?"
"Nothing! It’s just," Scott leans closer, peers at the lettering. "It looks like it says will you massg me. He’d probably think it was short hand for massage and be totally down for it. He’s pretty fond of touching you.” Scott scrunches up his face. “Things I once never thought I’d say to you.”
"I’m so thrilled you can say them now," Derek says flatly. He curses as the e on his me drips into a rather sinister looking g, and tosses the icing piper on the table. “I can’t do this.”
Scott hums thoughtfully, picks up a discarded milk chocolate bunny and bites the tail off.
Get to know me meme: [2/5] favourite tv shows → In The Flesh
What is every living person afraid of? […] Death. The Big Sleep. Deep down, fearing the reaper is the reason why everyone’s so messed up in the head. They know the end is nigh, but there’s nothing they can do about it, so it drives them nuts and they live their lives with one eye on the clock. We don’t have to do that. We can smash the clock to pieces.
The youths on Derek’s street have it in for him. It’s the third time this month they’ve taken a baseball bat to his mailbox. He stands with his hands on his hips, gazing down at the smashed up wood, and pondering what sort of revenge he can take on the fourteen year old assholes that won’t land him in prison. Perhaps, he could egg their houses. Laura would like that.
"Man," he looks up sharply to see Stiles grinning and shaking his head, waving Derek’s mail in the air. "Again?"
"Yes," he says shortly. "I don’t know why it’s always me."
"Maybe because you give them the best reaction? Also," Stiles gestures at his chest, "I bet at least one of them has a crush on you."
Derek rolls his eyes, holds his hand out for his mail, “Sure, that’s why.”
"Dude, I’m serious. That first morning when you came out all guns blazing with the towel," Stiles’ eyes glaze over briefly, and then he shakes himself. "I was a little afraid you were gonna strangle me with it.”
Title: Bloody Shirt
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Music: "Bloody Shirt (BASTILLE Remix)" by To Kill A King
Summary: Cecil wasn’t the first Night Vale radio host, after all.
Notes: Thanks to Alex/maladyofthequotidian for encouraging me from the very beginning to make this and scribe for being the one to actually get me to finish it.
OMG I SAW THIS AT BITCHIN PARTY AND IT WAS AMAZING. THERE WAS THIS COLLECTIVE INTAKE OF BREATH A COUPLE OF TIMES THAT WAS JUST GREAT.
HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING. WOW.
Derek has had vivid dreams since he was a small child. In the past years they’ve darkened, come to him in the small hours as nightmares. He wakes up twisted in his bedclothes, a weight on his chest, tears on his cheeks. He remembers little—hiding, being hurt, running, terrified and alone. After he comes to the palace, they lessen a little, but he still has a bad night at least every few weeks, and it’s one of these nights that he swims up to consciousness, struggling against hands pulling him down, gasping in fear, and Stiles kneeling on his bed, leaning down over him, saying,
“Wake up—“ an order, loud enough that he had to have been trying to awaken Derek for some time.
“sorry—” Derek chokes out. He can’t draw enough breath in, his chest heaving under Stiles’ hands.