The Bristol bus boycott

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Back in the bad old days, when the U.S. was unashamedly racist (gee, just think of the changes time has wrought), when the southern states weren’t just segregated but vibrating with the possibility of lynching, Britain had a reputation for being free of the color bar. 

I don’t think it was just me who believed that. I’m pretty sure I had both company and a push or two in that direction, and I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the belief came at least in part out of the experience of black American soldiers during World War II, when the U.S. Army was still segregated and Britain felt like a place you could take a deep breath.

That should teach me not to judge a country on the basis of one or two stories, although it probably won’t. In postwar Britain, it wasn’t unusual to see signs saying, “No blacks, no Irish, no dogs,” when a place was for rent. 

In the interest of getting to the point, we’ll let that example stand in for a range of racist practices and talk about the bus boycott. 

Irrelevant photo: I wouldn’t swear to it, but I think this is a viola. At any rate, it’s a volunteer.

But before we do that, I need to stop and warn you that I haven’t managed to be funny about any of this. Sorry. It happens. Ask me to write about the black death and yes, I could probably be funny. The Bristol bus boycott, though? I haven’t managed it, but it’s an interesting piece of history. For whatever good my opinion does, I think it’s worth your time. 

The story starts in 1963. In the U.S., the Civil Rights Movement was still fighting to integrate the most basic elements of public life, in South Africa the anti-apartheid movement was becoming more and more visible, and in Bristol the bus company had a whites-only policy for its higher paying jobs. That was as legal in Britain as it was in the US or South Africa. The difference was that in Britain no law enforced segregation, it just didn’t ban it.

The union local at the bus company and the management were in agreement on keeping blacks out of the better jobs. For the union, it was about the garden-variety racism of some members, but it was also protecting overtime. Before the war, basic wages had matched what skilled workers at the city’s aerospace plant earned, but since then they’d fallen behind. That left drivers and conductors dependent on overtime to make up the difference. 

But overtime depended on the company being short of workers, so tapping into a new source of drivers and conductors was the last thing the union wanted, and back in the fifties the local had passed a resolution against hiring anyone black as a driver or conductor. 

What management got out of the whites-only policy is anyone’s guess. Maybe just a chance to sit comfortably in their existing prejudices. It’s a surprisingly powerful motivator. You can judge their thinking by a quote from a manager:

“The advent of coloured crews would mean a gradual falling off of white staff. It is true that London Transport employ a large coloured staff. They even have recruiting offices in Jamaica and they subsidise the fares to Britain of their new coloured employees. As a result of this, the amount of white labour dwindles steadily on the London Underground. You won’t get a white man in London to admit it, but which of them will join a service where they may find themselves working under a coloured foreman? . . . I understand that in London, coloured men have become arrogant and rude, after they have been employed for some months.” 

A group of four men formed the West Indian Development Council (West Indians made up the majority of the black community) and set out to demonstrate that the bus company really was refusing to hire black drivers and conductors. An eighteen-year-old, Guy Bailey, applied for a job and showed up at the receptionist’s desk, explaining that he had an interview. 

You have to give a kind of back-handed credit to the bus company, because if they’d wanted to prove the association’s point they couldn’t have been more helpful. 

“I don’t think so,” the receptionist said.

He gave her his name. Yup, he had an appointment. 

She went to the manager’s office door and called,  “Your two o’clock appointment is here, and he’s black.”

The manager called back, “Tell him the vacancies are full.”

The company had been advertising for applicants, and an hour before someone from the association had called to ask about a job and been told they were hiring. He had an Essex accent, so they’d assumed he was white.

“There’s no point having an interview,” the manager said, still calling from his office. “We don’t employ black people.”

The next day, the association called a boycott of Bristol’s buses. 

At this point, I’d expected to read about the boycott itself, but the boycott isn’t the focus of anybody’s article about, um, the boycott. Bristol’s black community wasn’t large, so it didn’t have the economic impact of the Montgomery, Alabama, bus boycott. Instead, the West Indian Development Council picketed bus depots, organized blockades and sit-ins, and generally brought the issue in front of  the public. Britain was the scene of an active movement against apartheid in South Africa, and the two causes became linked. 

Support came from the local Labour MP, Tony Benn, and the Trinidadian cricket player and high commissioner for Trinidad and Tobago Learie Constantine became a central figure. Student groups and antiracist organized demonstrations handed out leaflets. Bristol’s local press was inundated with letters, pro and con. The national press began to pay attention. 

The strategy had an impact. The local became isolated within the union movement and was accused of bringing shame on it. And the drivers began getting grief from passengers. 

Bristol’s Council of Churches decided to help out by issuing one of history’s more useless public statements: “We seriously regret that what may prove an extended racial conflict arising from this issue has apparently been deliberately created by a small group of West Indians professing to be representative. We also deplore the apparent fact that social and economic fears on the part of some white people should have placed the Bristol Bus Company in a position where it is most difficult to fulfil the Christian ideal of race relations.”

If you figure out what they’re calling for there, do let me know. Possibly a return to the time when they could snoozily ignore the problem.

Negotiations went on for months with the bus company, the union, the Bishop of Bristol, and the city government doing their best to sideline the West Indian Development Council, but Learie Constantine–remember him? the cricket player?–met with everyone he could and convinced the Transport Holding Company , the parent company of the Bristol Omnibus Company, to talk with the union, which they did for several months before the union voted, at a meeting of 500 members, to end the color bar. 

The first non-white conductor wasn’t Guy Bailey but a Sikh, Raghbir Singh. Bailey–remember, he was only eighteen–had found it hard being at the center of the storm and decided he didn’t want to work on the buses. 

“I felt unwanted, I felt helpless, I felt the whole world had caved in around me. I didn’t think I would live through it,” he said. “But it was worth it.”

A few days after that first hire, four other non-whites joined him. 

In 1965 and 1968, Britain passed two Race Relations acts banning discrimination in housing, employment, and public places. Harold Wilson’s government had decided it had to keep a situation like Bristol’s from happening again.

Three of the central people, Bailey, Roy Hackett, and Paul Stephenson, were awarded OBEs for the roles they played. 

An OBE? Well, irony’s alive and well, thanks. That stands for Order of the British Empire, which (you may remember) wasn’t what you’d call free of racism. Still, recognition is recognition, however deeply tinged with irony. 

 

70 thoughts on “The Bristol bus boycott”

    • It doesn’t seem to be a well-known bit of history. I’m not sure. At the time, it sounds like the national papers picked up on it, but after that it seems to have slid out of national awareness. So I’d say you get a pass on that one, although national awareness doesn’t.

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        • It does. It’s amazing how selective the official history of (as far as I know) any country is. I have a particular fondness for historians who dig into the corners and cracks and find the stuff that’s been ignored–and with luck manage to make it known.

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  5. This was probably the intended timing on your part Ellen anyway, but a post in my Twitter feed this morning referenced that today apparently is the anniversary of the announcement of the ending of the discrimination by the bus company and another anniversary too.
    ” On 28 August 1963 Ian Patey announced that there would be no more discrimination in employing bus crews. It was on the same day that Martin Luther King made his famous “I Have a Dream” speech at the March on Washington.”
    https://www.blackhistorymonth.org.uk/article/section/bhm-heroes/the-bristol-bus-boycott-of-1963/

    Confused me at first, the tweet said ‘On this day 52 years ago…’ and I thought as I was writing above, hang on, 1963 was waaaaay before I was born (I’m 52). Calculator says 57.

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    • Never trust calculators. They’re reckless liars and planning to run for public office.

      I might as well confess that I paid no attention at all to the dates. I really don’t register numbers if I can possibly avoid it, and the thing about dates is that they have numbers in them, damn it. So the timing was a happy coincidence.

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  6. Thank you for this informative post, Ellen. I used to know a white quaker lady who had been married to a black chap (he had since died) and she said it was impossible in the 1960s to get anywhere to rent as a mixed-race couple. They could only rent slums.

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  7. I didn’t know about the Bristol bus boycott, so thanks Ellen for this info. When I was 10 my best friend was the daughter of ‘Windrush’ generation parents. She introduced me to reggae music, and I never looked back! We lost touch as teenagers, but I often wonder where she is now.

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    • It strikes me as odd how powerful some of those childhood friendships are and how, as circumstances change, they just dissolve. Kids don’t seem to be able to keep them going. I tried once, after my family moved, to go back to the old neighborhood and it all felt false, somehow. I didn’t belong there anymore and although nobody said or did anything unpleasant it clearly didn’t work and I never tried it again.

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    • Clearly.

      I don’t know how widespread the press coverage was. The articles I read talked about press attention being a powerful factor in changing the situation, but that’s all I know about that element of it.

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      • And now, at least here in America, we’re going backwards again. These reports from the past are extremely important. We need to rub our noses in the ugly truth about who we were (and often still are.) It”s the only way we’ll move forward responsibly.
        Thanks for the enlightenment

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        • Thanks, Jane. I agree, although I think I’d back away from the nose-rubbing, myself. But if we don’t know our history, we don’t stand a chance of understanding what’s happening around us, or why.

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    • I’m not the best person to report, since I’m white and living in an overwhelming white part of the country. For the most part, though, the police aren’t armed. That helps. And neither are most civilians. That also helps. We have a remarkable shortage of gun nuts. That seriously helps. But there’s a lot of tension. Police use of stop-and-frisk powers, mostly directed at young black men and boys, is a huge issue. Islamophobia’s a huge issue. (The definition of black is more expansive here, and less clear–at least to me.) A lot of toxicity is being poured into fear of immigrants. Black Lives Matter wouldn’t have had the resonance that it did here if things were rosy. But like I said, I’m not the best person to know.

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    • Like Ellen, I’m not the best judge, as I live in an area that’s predominantly white. Although I don’t entirely trust any of the mainstream media we’re fed (I blame the not-on-this-planet wealthy influencers for that) I don’t get the sense that we on this side of the pond have anything like the seriousness of the problems there are in the USA.

      We don’t have people being murdered by police every other month.

      Racism is still alive and well here, too, though; we have ‘all lives matter’ apologists who refuse to face up to the reality of history’s legacy.

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      • We do indeed, and as I keep discovering, we have people–do I need to say, white–who are convinced that if they don’t mean something to be racist, it isn’t. It’s an argument I never heard in the US–we tend to take our racism straight up, without that particular mixer–and it still leaves me speechless.

        Okay, nearly speechless. I do speech, I just don’t seem to speech anything that changes anyone’s mind. No surprise there.

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  13. Ah, the OBE. That’s one of those issues that I am amazed hasn’t yet blown up all over the media. Order of the British Empire… Then there’s the MBE and the KBE still. Why are not millions of people so incensed about this they riot? It is indescribably insulting and makes my blood boil. Rant over…for the moment…

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  15. My interest in the (American) Civil War has pretty much ended at Appomatox. – I knew I was woefully ignorant of any but the bare bones of Reconstruction. But I am now reading (historian) John Meacham’s book “The Soul of America” and I am stunned by how the shadows of Reconstruction are looming over the U.S. today. The educational virtues of your post today is similar. And sad.

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  17. What I see in the good old USA is racism cloaked in nationalism. I’m not against loving one’s country, and there are plenty of beautiful people with wonderful qualities living here, but this whole us against them mentality that some espouse scares the hell out of me. It goes against every ideal that we are supposed to be about as a country—nothing like a bunch of hypocritical BS to get this old guy fired up.

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    • It scares me too, Pete. To the core. The thing about loving one’s country is how quickly it can turn into having contempt for other countries. Or hating them. And their people. Every country I have any knowledge of has things worth loving. And things that aren’t so appealing. If we could all settle down and stop treating this like a football game, we might get this planet through the current crisis.

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    • Talk about irony.

      You’re certainly right about it simmering (not too far) under the surface. Let us remember that the next time people complain about losing their freedom of speech when people criticize them for being racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. It never was about the speech.

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  20. My favorite part of this story is the quote from the bus company manager. Aside from the insidious racism, it is utter nonsense. And yet you can conjure up the image of his colleagues solemnly nodding their heads in agreement as if it were brilliant insight.

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    • It seems to have been less well defined, but basically my impression is–well, the white category was probably all Europeans. The history of British colonialism left them with a marked us/them approach. For me, running into a different definition of Black made me step away from the definition that had been built into me in the US–a reminder of how arbitrary it all is.

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