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- The Guardian
10 Thursday 8 August 2019
Arts
B efore Jackie
Kay was a writer, she was a
character. “When you’re adopted,”
she explains over lunch in a Glasgow
cafe, “you come with a story.” Her
adoptive mother Helen – fascinated
by her possible origins – encouraged
young Kay to speculate about her
birth parents. It was known that
her father was Nigerian, her mother
a white woman from the Scottish
Highlands. Were the y, perhaps, torn
apart by racial prejudice in 1960s
Scotland?
There was tragic romance to
that idea, and a fairytale quality
in the notion that Kay, off spring of
forbidden love, should come to live
with John and Helen, two people
who had plenty of love – not to
mention songs and stories – to share.
Little wonder that Kay has come to
think of herself as a creature not only
of genetics but of the imagination.
As Scotland’s national poet writes in
her beautiful memoir Red Dust Road ,
she is “part fable, part porridge”.
Red Dust Road is to be staged at
the Edinburgh international festival.
I catch some scenes in a National
Theatre of Scotland rehearsal room:
Stefan Adegbola and Sasha Frost are
running through the moment when
Adopted at
birth, Scotland’s
national poet
Jackie Kay tells
Peter Ross why
she’s bringing the
tragicomic search
for her birth
parents to the
Edinburgh stage
Back
to my
roots
PHOTOGRAPHS: MURDO MACLEOD/GUARDIAN; PA
‘There’s no point
holding on to
bitterness’ ...
Kay in Glasgow
Kay, visiting Nigeria, meets her
birth father Jonathan. “Did you ever
think of me in all those years?” Frost
asks. “No, of course not,” Adegbola
replie s. “Why would I? It was a
long time ago.” This exchange fe els
brutal, but Kay looks on impassive.
She lived it.
Kay is 57 with a strong, theatrical
energy. Joy, the name she was
given by her birth mother, suits her.
There is, though, a darkness, too.
She has written of “a windy place
right at the core of my heart”. How
does she feel about Red Dust Road
becoming theatre? “It’s exciting but
I underestimated how diffi cult I
would fi nd it,” she says. “ I’ve found
the process challenging because it
comes at a hard time in my life.
My mum is about to go into a care
home for a while, and my dad’s
quite frail.”
John Kay is 94. He read the fi rst
20 pages of the Red Dust Road script
and handed it back with the words:
“Jackie, I cannae read any mair.
I’m saturated in my ain life.” His
daughter feels the same. Yet she has
returned again and again to her own
story. Her fi rst poetry collection,
The Adoption Papers, written in
the 1980s before she had made
contact with either lost parent,
imagined her biological mother’s
voice. “I gave birth to my birth
mother,” says Kay with a laugh.
“How creepy is that?”
Red Dust Road, more than 20
years on, told the story of her
search for her parents. Her most
recent book, Bantam, contains two
poems about her birth mother, who
died in 2016 and whose name was
Margaret – but in Red Dust Road,
she is referred to as Elizabeth. Kay
attended the funeral and read two
poems: one during the service,
another at the graveside. It was
a diffi cult experience. She was
introduced as the national poet
of Scotland, she says, but not as
Margaret’s daughter. “I found that
very hurtful, but I will get over it.
There’s no point in holding on to
rancour and bitterness.”
Although she built a relationship
of sorts with her birth mother after
meeting her for the fi rst time in
1991, she only ever had that one
meeting – in 2003, in an Abuja
hotel – with her biological father.
The scene, as she recreates it, is
tragicomic: Jonathan is a born-again
Christian who preaches and dances
and sings at her, stopping only to ask
her inappropriate questions about
her lesbian relationship: “So how
do you have sex?” Kay had hoped
that they would meet again, but he
refused. They are not in contact,
although she is in touch with his
sons, one of whom is coming to see
Red Dust Road.
I tell Kay the memoir made me
feel angry, on her behalf, towards
her birth father. This, she says,
‘I used to not
feel at home’ ...
Kay growing
up in Scotland
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