Like any Caribbean person with a religious upbringing, I had three notions of Babylon: the city mentioned in the Bible, the figurative empire of false gods and the all-encompassing, anti-black system that I learned about from my Rastafarian friends in the 1970s. So, when I started poet Safiya Sinclair’s memoir How to Say Babylon I thought I knew what to expect.
But this is a story about another Babylon altogether – the cruel and relentless oppression of women, particularly black women. It’s also a story about hope, imagination and resilience.