When Stephen Lawrence was stabbed
and killed fifteen years ago in Eltham South London the nation went into shock. After an inordinate pressurised
campaign the assailants were taken to court. As the individuals walked free from court The Daily Mail made history by printing the
pictures and names of the accused with
the headline Murderers
it was an unprecedented acknowledgement of their guilt against the rule of
law. The mail continued “if we are wrong then we invite any
defendant to sue us”
What ensued
was a rigrous investigation into the policing of the case against four suspects
and particularly into the treatment of the victims best friend. This resulted in The
MacPherson report which changed police practice in
What many
people became less aware of is that
there were two young black boys attacked that evening. The only living witness was the boy who was
with Stephen Lawrence: The boy who had to live with the guilt that he lived. His
“best friend” died.
Doreen Lawrence had
always viewed Duwayne
Brooks as a bad influence on her son, Stephen. The police would not have
been unaware of this. For the first two weeks after the murder the police questioned Duwayne Brooks as if it
was he who started a brawl: Duwayne Brooks, a teenager who didn’t take drugs
had never carried a weapon and who had never been to a court or police station
in his entire life.
Something
was going on here. In his first statement Duwayne identified that a piece
of scaffold was used to hit Stephen. The police
ignored his evidence accusing Duwayne of making it up. They found the scaffold along with the knife
hidden in the possession of the accused two years later. Two years later. This and a catalogue of deliberate police
offences towards Duwayne is a central
reason for The Macpherson Report.
The late Stephen Lawrence did not thankfully suffer the injustice of the legal
system. Duwayne did. He was set upon by the police, physically and emotionally
and suffered no support from The Lawrence family. Indeed, the opposite.
Simon
Hattenstone of The Guardian discovered this story and at the behest of Duwayne
approached Time Warner who commissioned them both to write the story in detail.
The result is a book STEVE AND ME published by Time Warner. Duwayne made tapes outlining his experience
and Hattenstone, sometimes in floods of
tears, wrote them up. Hattenstone knew
that what was unfolding before him was a beautiful human being lcoked in a
terrible place – his mind – with only the truth as his tool to get out. The book was the truest insight into the
event and the ensuing relentless injustices metered out by the
Lawrence’s, the legal representation and
the police. But like Duwayne it is a book about triumph over
adversity. At last some light for the
boy entering manhood through the
horrific tunnel of post traumatic stress disorder.
On the
first day of publication – the healing book Steve and Me was halted before it left the warehouse. It
hadn’t even reached the bookshops. In a final vital blow Doreen Lawrence, a
grieving mother, made a libel action
against
. “Doreen
Lawrence wins substantial damages against Duwayne Brooks” went the headlines
the day after. But it just wasn’t so.
The court so incensed by this libel judged that Doreen Lawrence would win
fifteen thousand pounds in damages. And that the defamed best friend would get
ten thousand. Doreen Lawrence was ordered also to give the money to a charity.
The next part of this story is unprecedented because the court also gave
Duwayne brooks fifteen thousand pounds and asked him to give his to charity!!!
That has never happened in a libel court before.
Nonetheless
Duwayne waited for the book to go out to the publishers. What Time Warner
didn’t tell him was that in the libel their lawyers had agreed to another
clause that had no relation as to whether it was libellous or not. They agreed that the book would not be
published by Time Warner! The books were pulped and Duwayne left out to dry. It
was a few years ago. He still had a few
copies though. He had his box of books: twenty, maybe thirty. I met Duwayne and
Simon at Camden Library in Winter where I was booked to read poems before they
took the stage. This is a few years ago now. It was an electric reading, some are,
and they simon and duwayne were incredible: articulate humorous truthful, brilliant.
I’d met them a few times since then. Two years
ago I met Duwayne and Simon at a party. Duwayne prints the book himself, Simon
said. I knew then that I would make
something happen in my capacity as a writer who travels. I tried my own
publishers, Canongate, but for various reasons they couldn’t oblige. I didn’t know how who or where. I play the long game. It was a year or so until I became writer in
residence under the charismatic leadership of arts impresario and artistic
director Jude Kelly, who is determined to put artists in the heart of the biggest
arts centre in
I swore that
as one of the south bank artists in residence This South London born and bred young man Duwayne Brooks and his co-writer
Simon Hattenstone would read and talk of their book at The South Bank. That night was Tonight. I sat with Rachel Holmes the literature officer who was transfixed. Martin Colthorpe sat in the audience having made sure the artists were all in position sound checked and had arrived with contracts. Lorna Simpson the production manager was on hand to, with Martin, get the right tone for the stage and seating. The sound people were there. Lucy Macnab from Learning and Participation was in the audience along with various south bank workers!!!
The team! The audience sold out The Blue Room in The Spirit Level, beneath The
Royal Festival Hall. They spoke to a rapt audience and took questions: all
kinds of questions. Afterwards everyone
was high. I didn’t get to say goodbye to Duwayne but as he was leaving for some
food witih Simon his family and friends (we’d decided to go home) Duwayne
reached out his left arm and grabbed through the crowd, my
outstretched right hand. We were at full stretch, it was the wrong hands for a
handshake, but he shook it all the same. I did the same back. He did the same back
again. I was thinking: “We did it Duwayne – you did it, you freakin did it!” And for the first time in a while he was beaming his fullest most open and unashamed smile.