
‘We are diverse cultures come together': the vision of harmony behind Manchester's Caribbean carnival
Geraldine Walters, 79, a retired mental health nurse who was born in St Kitts, and her late husband, Rudolph, from Nevis, were on the very first organising committee from the Leeward Islands People's Association (Lipa).
She remembers how passionate everyone was about making it work – so passionate that when funding from the authorities arrived late one year, carnival treasurer Rudolph took out a loan to fund it, using their home as collateral, without her knowing.
She said: 'We had it for people to come together and have a good time and enjoy themselves, because sometimes in the community you didn't know anyone – it was for Black, white, anyone who wanted to come and enjoy themselves.'
It's a legacy that still unites people today. This weekend, thousands will gather in and around Princess Road, the route to Manchester airport that bisects Moss Side, for a celebration of Caribbean culture that would not be possible without the carnivals of the early 70s.
Locita Brandy, now 90, left Nevis for Britain in the late 1950s. The Manchester she came to, with its gaslit terraced streets, was austere and still scarred by the war. In those early days making a new life on Carter Street, Moss Side, to help her family back at home, living conditions involved 'four people in one room, cooking on a paraffin heater on a landing upstairs' and encountering the idea of 'race' and its inequalities for the very first time, her son, Keithly Brandy says.
As a Black woman at that time her opportunities to socialise were restricted not just by race, but by gender roles, Keithly says. But through the Church of England and the Mothers' Union she began to develop as an activist, while bringing up six children.
By 1970, émigrés from the Leeward Islands – the arc of tropical jewels between the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean – including Locita Brandy and the Walters, decided to stage an event that would brighten up the year.
Five years earlier, they had formed the Leeward Islands Association, at the home of local baker Billy Hanley, with the objective of 'promoting racial harmony, morally, socially and culturally'.
The first event involved Lipa joining Alexandra Park's centenary festival, which was like an English summer fete, before throwing an impromptu procession through the streets, with one steel band and three floats.
In the years that followed, Irish dancers mingled with the carnival traditions of Trinidad, Grenada, Montserrat, St Kitts and Nevis and Antigua, infused with the spirit of Jamaica's junkanoo masquerades, with troupes led by a police marching band and white horses parading through Moss Side, and dances in the neighbourhood's Polish Club.
There were no elaborate costumes. Moss Side's traditional English haberdashers donated fabric for the event, while the late Labour MP Tony Lloyd acted as patron, and big Manchester employers such as Kellogg's acted as sponsors. Prizes for the carnival king and queen were handed out at Belle Vue fairground. The day started early – and when it was over, everyone got together to clear up the litter.
'That's what I like about Manchester,' Viola Walters, Geraldine's daughter, who made costumes for carnivals past while her mother cooked 'for thousands', said. 'We are diverse and different cultures come together.'
Manchester's carnival has evolved through the years, with continued debates in the city about how it can stay true to its roots. Pioneers like the Walters, describe feeling left behind – although today's event says it celebrates the 'elders' who 'worked tirelessly' to keep it going.
When asked to sum up his mother's legacy, Keithly Brandy, who, with his siblings, grew up steeped in the traditions of Manchester's earliest carnivals, uses just one word, without any hesitation: 'Overlooked.'
'It's been an uphill struggle to get mum's legacy recognised,' he added.
Keithly is now working through the dozens of crates that his mother compiled in a lifetime of activism that took her to South Africa on pan-African missions, and to Croatia, Poland and Russia with the Mothers' Union.
Her papers, now being carefully catalogued by Manchester's Ahmed Iqbal Ullah Race Relations Resource Centre, are thought to comprise one of the UK's most extensive, post-Windrush Black history archives. Keithly envisages a future where insights from the collection will be taught in schools, alongside African languages.
There are unmarked signs all over Manchester of Locita Brandy's work as a campaigner, educator, social worker, councillor and Christian activist. In the pelican crossing she fought for in Moss Side after a child was knocked over. In the sports ground that was set up for girls to enjoy sport. In the memories of adults who enjoyed their first childhood trips to the seaside through the Normanby Street youth project she began, and the former pupils of the now-closed Birley High who remember the African-Caribbean-inspired dishes she introduced to the menu while working at the school kitchen.
For Locita and the early carnival organisers, including Basil Gumbs and Estelle Palmer (the great-grandmother of Premier League footballer Cole Palmer) carnival was just one way of keeping heritage alive.
'Mrs Brandy and the others who came here as part of the Windrush generation, they were homesick,' the Manchester historian Linford Sweeney said. 'And while London had their carnival, there was nothing going on in Manchester for the community, it was basically work, work, work and more work.'
As a fusion of pan-African, uniquely Caribbean and European traditions, a traditional carnival – with its mas bands, steelpans, feathered headdresses and costumes, carnival queen, princess and prince – derives directly from the tensions and exchanges of colonialism. It draws on traditional African masquerades as well the parodies of French colonisers' masked balls that enslaved people would hold in Trinidad; the word carnival – which by one interpretation means 'farewell to meat' – is linked to Roman Catholic, Lenten traditions.
Fundamentally, Sweeney says, carnival is about freedom. 'It's not a party really, it's a celebration,' he said. 'It's meant to be a celebration of freedom. In 1834, with the end of slavery, people got their chance to be free to do what they wanted to do, went through the streets and they had various parades and various things to celebrate freedom.
'We can't forget that. If we forget what happened to us when we were called three-fifths human and called property, then I'm sorry for the next generation, because they could end up in exactly the same position.'
The British, post-Windrush version of carnival, while echoing liberation celebrations, accelerated with the introduction of Jamaican sound system culture, which brought reggae and soca outdoors.
'My mum allowed me, as a young person, to introduce the sound systems to carnival,' Keithly Brandy said. I had friends in London – the Mastermind Roadshow, though they were called Conqueror at the time, and they were allowed to come down and play. They played at the Abasindi Centre until 5am.'
Sweeney has fond memories of spending the 70s setting up youth theatres in Manchester and riding with the Natty Bongo sound system.
'Carnival and sound systems went hand in hand,' he said. 'People were starting to really think, listen, let's get out of the house parties – the ones the older people used to do in people's front rooms. The blues parties started coming in with the sound systems. We'd go to the Russell Club and then a blues party – we didn't finish until 6am in the morning.'
Manchester Caribbean Carnival is on 9 and 10 August, with a packed programme of events from early, including J'Ouvert, a parade and music in Alexandra Park, Moss Side
Hashtags

Try Our AI Features
Explore what Daily8 AI can do for you:
Comments
No comments yet...
Related Articles


The Guardian
7 hours ago
- The Guardian
Miles. review – soulful ode to the jazz genius behind Kind of Blue
Celebrity biographical dramas are ten a penny but it takes audacity for a performer to emulate the famous person in question. What elevates Miles., a tribute to jazz legend Miles Davis, is the role of musician Jay Phelps. Not only does he give a credible imitation of Davis's spare trumpet style, he also plays along convincingly to backing tapes of Kind of Blue, regarded by many as the definitive jazz album. Phelps is more than an incidental player. A constant presence in a production written and directed by Oliver Kaderbhai, Phelps plays a Davis acolyte trying to learn from the master, while the pressure of a record company advance looms over him. What was the secret ingredient, he wants to know, that turned Kind of Blue into a bestselling jazz album? How much did it depend on the collaborators, including John Coltrane and Bill Evans? Where did it fit into the musician's history of drug abuse and womanising? Now aged 32, the same as Davis at the recording in 1959, could he ever hope to achieve as much? Answering some of these questions – and evading others – is Benjamin Akintuyosi in the title role. With a raspy post-op voice gurgling up from deep in his throat, he plays Davis as sharp, forthright, hard to impress but passionate in his enthusiasms. His is a tale of musical obsession offset by a lack of money; creative innovation offset by racial prejudice. With his influences stretching to Stravinsky, Prokofiev and Debussy, as well as Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker and the street rhythms of Afro-Irish tap dance, Davis's musicality is more deeply felt than his Juilliard education might suggest. Kind of Blue, he says in the play, is 'my pain on a 78', an experiment he thought had failed. With projections by Colin J Smith adding to the period detail, the show is a fact-packed, reverent and loving testament to the complicated man behind a musical benchmark. At Summerhall, Edinburgh, until 25 August All our Edinburgh festival reviews


The Independent
14 hours ago
- The Independent
Our lives have glaring differences – but that's what keeps our friendship going
Voices This week, poet and artist catches up with a childhood friend and reflects on their years long bond


Times
16 hours ago
- Times
Ferocious matador feud that's reviving fortunes of bullfighting
A rivalry worthy of a Goya etching is breathing life into Spanish bullfighting just as its fortunes are waning. The centuries-old art was supposed to be dying but the dramatic comeback of a bullfighter who had quit on mental health grounds, his feud with a fellow torero and the goring of them both in the past week have had a reinvigorating effect. At the heart of the revival is José Antonio Morante de la Puebla, 45, the grand señor of understatement and unflinching faithfulness to tradition, who is pitted against Andrés Roca Rey, 28, a Peruvian daredevil showman. For weeks, Morante, who withdrew from bullfighting last year after depersonalisation disorder floored him, has packed plazas from Pamplona to Seville, giving performances that have prompted critics to hail him as one of the 'historic greats', or even the best-ever matador. His success has goaded Roca Rey, who, not to be cast into his shadow, has repeatedly staged increasingly breathtaking feats in front of bulls. Tension between the two has crackled for months but reached a new pitch two weeks ago when Roca Rey refused to allow Morante to share a bill with him. The rivalry boiled over last week at the corrida at El Puerto de Santa María in Andalusia. Morante criticised the younger torero over a supposed breach of bullfighting rules. Roca Rey's retort was dismissive and flamboyant, telling him to chill out. 'Maestro, smoke a cigar slowly,' he said, a phrase now famous. Witnessed by a full house, the confrontation has added spice to an ebullient season and drawn comparisons with the great rivalries of the past, such as that witnessed by Ernest Hemingway between his friends Luis Miguel Dominguín and Antonio Ordóñez in 1959's 'dangerous summer'. Antonio Lorca, the bullfighting critic of El País, wrote that the rivalry was proof there is still life in the old tradition. The feud 'is excellent news for bullfighting', he stated, adding 'not even in their worst dreams could anti-bullfighting activists have imagined that the art in 2025 would enjoy the vigorous health it boasts today, with queues at the box office at the call of two undisputed leaders who, moreover, provide ample grounds for discussion over morning coffee'. Morante's season has been historic. In June he was carried aloft by a crowd out of Madrid's Las Ventas bullring and has since then been re-crowned as the torero of his generation. But then he suffered a serious goring in Pontevedra on August 10 — two wounds, 20 centimetres deep, to the right thigh. It was his second in as many days. The night before, in Marbella, Morante was tossed heavily by the bull and finished with a cut to the head before raising the crowd with a sparkling, risky flourish that earned him the two ears and the tail of a bull as trophies. Roca Rey's summer has been just as notable. This week he was also gored but but fought on, bloodied, and triumphed. 'He is a fearless bullfighter, with admirable pride and boundless dedication; prodigious, spectacular, overwhelming, risking his life every afternoon and triumphing with all honors,' Lorca observed. 'A figure of today's bullfighting, from his shoes to his hat.' But the political current is against them. Ernest Urtasun, the culture minister from the populist left-wing Sumar alliance, scrapped the National Bullfighting Prize last year and set about abolishing the sport outright, calling it a spectacle based on 'animal torture'. Public sentiment is turning against it too. In February, a BBVA Foundation study reported that roughly seven in ten Spaniards oppose bullfights with disapproval strongest among the young and university-educated. An initiative backed by 665,000 signatures will force parliament to vote on removing bullfighting's national cultural protection later this year. Yet the audience is not simply fading away. As one matador told La Vanguardia last year, 'What is forbidden attracts', and a tranche of twenty-somethings is drifting back to the tendidos for the thrill. The industry's own figures suggest 2 million spectators attended bullfighting events last year. • Is Spain really falling out of love with bullfighting? Morante is swiftly recovering from his wounds and is due back in the bullring in the autumn in Madrid. The appetite for him is reaching fever pitch. Lorca wrote: 'Morante is a genius, a being born to make beauty dream; a revolutionary, a complete artist, pure feeling, brave, master of a prodigious technique and a dazzling capacity for inspiration.' The bullfighter has said that Roca Rey had extended the hand of friendship but that no conversation had yet taken place. A rapprochement perhaps would be bad for business.