UPAfrican MissionFazakerleyFoster Parents

I was born to a black American GI soldier and a white English women. They met in Liverpool during World War 2  the home of my mother. Liverpool is a large city port and during the war had the largest continuous stretch of docks in the world, therefore a very important city as it respects the movement of supplies. The Americans joined the war in 1942 and shipped their soldiers to Europe. My father being black was assigned to what was known as a "Coloured Unit", as the US  practiced a segregated policy even among their troops. One of these units was sent to Liverpool in a place called Maghull, and it was here that my mother and father first met. These transportation units that my father was attached to were responsible for the movement of supplies, which resulted in very menial tasks on the part of the black soldiers. Major Ulysses Lee, himself a black US military officer has written a standard work, outlining the frustration of black people serving their country under a segregated policy, called "The employment of Negro Troops". The book is now out of print, but most good libraries in America would be able to get you a copy. When I was born in the May of 1944 my father was moved to the European Continent, although he did support me through the military payroll. My mother who was sixteen years at the time kept me for just three months and then abandoned me. Over the years I have always tried to look at the positive elements surrounding my birth, and I can only think of one situation that is worse than being abandoned and that is being aborted. Anything is better than abortion, and so I am very thankful that I was not aborted but given life and  the great privilege of raising my own children.. In 1999 there were officially 183,000 babies aborted in  England & Wales, and 95% of those were aborted because it was  felt that they would be, to use the modern jargon, a "Social inconvenience" or a "Social irritant". What a shocking and shameful waste of human potential! I never cease to thank God that I was conceived in the 1940s and not after 1975, or I too may have landed up in a plastic bag in some hospital bin. Having said that the insidious crime of a mother ditching her child is certainly evil. For a women to dump her offspring on the "Cold doorstep of the world" is an iniquity that you would think that few women are capable of, but my mother was able to manage it. Although my mother has never sought my forgiveness I have unconditionally, freely forgiven her.