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Category: Community Voices and Stories
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“You’re Lucky – You Can Hide It”
When invisibility becomes the price of acceptance I have been told something several times in my life that has started to bother me more, rather than less, as I have got older. Sometimes it has come from professionals. Sometimes from perfectly well-meaning people. It has even come from other people who understand racism and discrimination…
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Running Away, Walking Off and the Marriage the State Could See
Who decided what was the “real” Gypsy way to get married? Many debates happen online about Gypsy and Traveller culture. And when they do, differences of opinion can become very strong, very quickly. I found the whole “if you use a mop to clean your floors, you’re not a real Gypsy or Traveller” debate fascinating.…
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Appleby Through the Eyes of a Travelling Family
For Gypsy, Roma and Traveller History Month, Proud Gypsy Traveller asked one of our directors to take his family to Appleby Horse Fair and share some feedback about their experience. We are very grateful to his wife for writing this honest and personal account of what Appleby means to their Family, what keeps them returning…
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Two Versions of the Same Meeting: When Schools and Gypsy & Traveller Parents Leave With Different Stories
Today the school has responded to us directly, explaining that the meeting was intended to discuss upcoming curriculum changes relating to Protected Characteristics within the Relationships Education curriculum and to begin a conversation with parents ahead of implementation planned for September 2026. Yesterday we published a blog after several ethnic Gypsy and Traveller parents contacted Proud Gypsy Traveller…
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No Man’s Land” — and the Stories We Were Told
I was told my whole life that I was English. English Gypsy. It wasn’t said harshly. It wasn’t said defensively. It was simply offered as fact, the way families hand down recipes or habits or certain turns of phrase. It was part of who we were. We were English. And yet, there were the trips…
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The Burden Behind the Smile, Who Carries Us?
The Price of Being “Strong” There’s a question that has been burning inside me for a long time, and it’s one I can’t keep swallowing anymore: Where is my grace? Who gives me sympathy? As Gypsy and Traveller staff, we are expected to work through our traumas — not only the deep wounds of our…
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We are coming back to Doncaster
During the last few months we have been working behind the scenes. We have been asking questions and offering support and guidance. people are tired of councils doing little or nothing to put right historic wrong doings. Short term funding with discriminatory outcomes and goals! After much debate, we are in the process of setting…
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Lest We Forget
I woke up this morning and checked my social media feeds. I always find it fascinating to scroll through the local area pages to find out what atrocities we Gypsy and Traveller people may have committed. “Gypsies pulled on playing field” “Cash machine was ripped out last night, police need to go check the caravans…
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Jack Cunningham VC
John Cunningham VC (28 June 1897 – 21 February 1941) was a recipient of the Victoria Cross the highest and most prestigious award for gallantry in the face of the enemy that can be awarded to British and Commonwealth forces. Cunningham was 19 years old, and a Private in the 12th (Service) Battalion, (the Hull…
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Seeing Our History on Museum Walls: A Moment of Reflection
The Madness has ended. We have a rare still moment to sit and just ponder on what we have achieved. Sat in a chair, in the quiet museum space, gazing at our images,our history. Our stories,our heritage. It’s a bizarre experience. It’s strange. It’s my favorite word. It’s surreal. A few people wander around wordlessly,…
