Derek Owusu draws on personal experiences to argue that there needs to be more education about the needs of black children when being fostered
I was eight years old when I first realised I was black. Before that, all I saw myself as was a ‘different kind of person’. No colour attached, but of course, visibly different to my peers. I was in foster care for the first eight years of my life–the formative years that, according to the Jesuit maxim, make you the man you will grow into. So by the time I left Suffolk for North London in 1997, damage was already done that would be difficult to correct.
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