Born in St Vincent, then a British Colony, Doug was the youngest of five children. Their home was also shared by his half brother, Gregor and sundry animals including horses, dogs and a donkey. He had a happy, loving childhood and maintained fond memories of having cold showers each morning with his father in the yard; always fastidious about being clean. He saw the introduction of electricity on the island, and the hurricane of 1921 when his father brought his favourite horse into the house, for fear of injury. He had the privilege of mixing his father’s rum cocktail each evening a skill that lasted throughout his life. Doug loved cricket, was a keen sea scout and, having always been encouraged to read and think for himself, he entered the local Grammar School – where he was broken of left handedness. Hence his spidery writing! Doug’s best subject was English and his love of literature, drama and poetry lasted throughout his lifetime.
On leaving school, the best jobs in the island were not open to him these only being available for people whose skin was white – Doug was coloured. His hatred of apartheid on the basis of skin colour was therefore understandable. But he started training as a pharmacist in the local hospital and was eventually given responsibility for a rural pharmacy in Belair. But then war broke out, and along with two other “Vincies” Doug left his home island on Friday 13 June 1941 in a troop ship (the Maas Kerk). He crossed the Atlantic in an eight knot convoy at the height of the U boat campaign to fight for King and country in the RAF. Arriving at Greenock, he caught a train to London, having to stand the whole way – imagine that first arrival in the ‘Mother Country’! Kitting out took place at Lords Cricket Ground and not for the first time in his life, Doug was unable to get a uniform to fit his 6ft 3 frame. He was billeted in various parts of the UK – from the North East to West Midlands, from East Anglia to Devon. Experiencing winter for the first time, Doug obtained woollen clothes from the West Indian War Services Commission. He recounted having to break ice on water to wash and shave with. As a radio operator/gunner, stationed in Canada, he met and married his first wife Mona in Quebec in 1945. He was sent to Trincomalee in what was then Ceylon, despatching troops behind enemy lines in Burma. His Liberator made the longest ever round trip of nearly 3,600 miles from Ceylon to drop medical personnel and supplies to prisoners of war in Southern Sumatra – navigating by dead reckoning, using the sun and stars! He and Mona set up home in Liverpool after war ended; Doug got a place at Liverpool University to read social policy and administration. Summoned back to an Air Force base in Lancashire, he was told he would be sent home. Fortunately, Professor Simey from the University and Learie Constantine, the former West Indian cricketer who was then working for the Foreign and Colonial Office, intervened on his behalf. He was allowed to stay!
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