When Jackson Jones witnesses the murder of a teacher in front of the school everyone knows who the murderers are and they are quickly caught by the police.

Jackson knows the boys and can’t understand what drove them to murder and so begins his own investigation to try to understand what drove them to murder. A fascinating tale from the popular poet.

Roz, LRE

Of course to many, the whole idea of the highest official accolades in the UK continuing to honour the idea of the 'British Empire' is problematic to say the least.   Hence you have outspoken figures such as Benjamin Zephaniah and Yasmin Alibhai-Brown who rejected their awards, (well in Yasmin's case she gave her's back after being inspired by Benjamin).  But of course I must stress and we all know this isn't just an "ethnic issue".  David Bowie, Dawn French, Jennifer Saunders, JGBallard, LS Lowry, Nigella Lawson, Roald Dahl, Kenneth Branagh and John Lennon, amongst many others are reported to have refused or returned their honours, all for different reasons, some for republican reasons, and others for more topical political events at the time.

But the fact remains for many so called "ethinic minorities" who were born in this country and love this country, the fact that the highest national honour continues to revere the Empire which enslaved, colonised, exploited and under-developed the majority of the countries which made up the British Empire aka the British Commonwealth, (or actually the Commonwealth of Nations as it is now called.)

I know what some of you may be thinking when you read this.  If you don't like it here, or don't like the system here, then why not leave?  Well that is where it gets tricky.  For starters most of them love living here and don't want to live elsewhere because this is where they were born and they have the right to live here and not like 100% of the system, just the same as an indignous white British person has the right to not like everything about the place they live.  Also, gob back where?  Again, this is their home and for many the only home they have ever known. I would ask people who would ask the "why don't they just leave...." question, - aside from race/immigration issues, can you hand on heart say you like 100% everything about the systems in this country?  (Any country where you might live for that matter as this tension isn't only relevant for Britain.)

But now coming back to Britain, when you consider that England is the 'Mother Country' for 53 independent sovereign states, many of which were enslaved, colonised, exploited and under-developed by the 'Mother Country', to a poverty level legacy that can still be witnessed today, then the issue of Britain highest honour continuing to revere the 'Empire project' is, to say the very least, distasteful and insensitive to a large amount of loyal British citizens.  Actually, correction, that should be 'subjects' not citizens!  (*cough*)

In my more lofty ego moments I daydream and think, if I every got awarded in the new years honours list, would I accept it?  (N.B. Not that I am expecting this call in any of my lifetimes soon you understand!!!!) In my more political and frankly principled moments I think, of course I wouldn't accept it, how dare they think I need to validate my existence and experience by bowing down to the Queen of the British Empire, etc, etc, etc, for all the reasons mentioned above, etc etc.  But when I am really honest with myself, I know I would be chuffed to be on the list and, well, my mum would be so proud!  (Sorry Benjamin, sorry Yasmin).

I guess I'll keep waiting by the phone each December, and hope it never rings.

So, we've got the poetry. And we've got the crime - a schoolboy stabbing a teacher in the school playground. One of the schoolboy witnesses, Jackson Jones, deals with the trauma by starting to investigate. Not who did it, because they all saw the teacher being killed. And the murderer confessed. No problem at all, there.

But Jackson isn't satisfied and starts digging. I won't say what he finds, but this book provides a marvellous description of how the people in and near this school live. I'm assuming most of them are black and poor.

I think that if we can all remember what Jackson finds, when we next see or hear of a crime, we'll all be the better for it. Despite letting the reader meet so many people with deprived lives, Benjamin's story leaves at least me with some hope. And there's a great poem at the end.

Everyone should read Teacher's Dead.

Well, no doubt you already know who Benjamin Zephaniah is and that he's a rapping, toasting, story-writing, Vegan Society Honorary Patron-ing, OBE-refusing rasta poet from Brum.