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August 5th, 1976. Birmingham’s Odeon Cinema.

Eric Clapton had already played much of his set when he stopped to address the crowd. What followed wasn’t an offhand remark, a joke that fell flat or some quote dredged up years later by people looking to settle scores. It happened in front of thousands of people, and almost 50 years later, it remains one of the ugliest moments in rock history.

A relatively short sample, quoted in J Street’s Rebel Rock and sourced from Melody Maker, The Guardian, Far Out Magazine and The Times, gives some idea of what was said:

“Stop Britain from becoming a black colony. Get the foreigners out. Get the wogs out. Get the coons out. Keep Britain white. I used to be into dope, now I’m into racism. It’s much heavier, man. Fucking wogs, man. Fucking Saudis taking over London. Bastard wogs. Britain is becoming overcrowded and Enoch will stop it and send them all back.”

The speech went on considerably longer.

“Do we have any foreigners in the audience tonight?” he said, confrontationally. “If so, please put up your hands. So where are you? Well, wherever you are, I think you should all just leave. Not just leave the hall, leave our country. I don’t want you here, in the room or in my country.”

The “Enoch” Clapton was referring to was Enoch Powell, the Conservative politician whose notorious ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech had been delivered in Birmingham eight years earlier. Powell had become a hero to Britain’s anti-immigration right and a deeply divisive figure everywhere else. By 1976, invoking his name wasn’t some vague political statement. Everybody knew exactly what he fucking stood for.

Reading the transcript today, it’s hard not to dwell on the contradiction. Clapton had spent years speaking reverently about Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Big Bill Broonzy, Freddie King and BB King. The blues wasn’t merely something he admired. It was the bedrock of his entire career. British rock itself owed an enormous debt to Black American music, and few musicians embodied that debt more completely than Clapton. That’s partly why the Birmingham outburst continues to provoke such anger. The remarks weren’t coming from some fringe politician or professional provocateur. They came from one of the most celebrated guitarists in the world, a musician whose success would have been inconceivable without the artists whose culture he appeared to be denigrating.

The strange thing is that the concert simply continued after his disgusting nonsense. Nobody rushed the stage. There were no riots. There was no barrage of headlines demanding his exile from public life. Britain in 1976 was a different place, and rock stars were often indulged in ways that seem unimaginable now. Newspapers covered the incident, but the story faded quickly enough, and Clapton’s career carried on. Looking back, it’s difficult not to wonder how a speech of that magnitude could have failed to cause greater immediate consequences.

But not everybody moved on so easily.

Among those appalled by the remarks was photographer Red Saunders. Together with Roger Huddle and a number of musicians and activists, he drafted an open letter that appeared in the music press. It posed an obvious question: how could somebody who owed so much to Black music publicly support Enoch Powell? The letter ended with an appeal directed squarely at Clapton himself:

That letter became the spark for Rock Against Racism.

Nobody sitting in Birmingham’s Odeon that night could have guessed that Clapton’s rant would help give birth to one of the most remarkable cultural movements Britain has ever produced. Rock Against Racism emerged at a time when the National Front was gaining support and racial tensions were growing across the country. It brought together punk, reggae and countless other musical communities under a banner of solidarity and resistance. Bands including The Clash, Steel Pulse, Tom Robinson Band, X-Ray Spex and The Ruts lent their support, while local chapters sprang up around Britain. The movement reached its most famous moment in 1978, when tens of thousands marched from Trafalgar Square to Victoria Park for the Rock Against Racism carnival, with The Clash and Steel Pulse among the performers.

History has a strange sense of irony sometimes. One of the bleakest episodes in British rock ended up provoking one of its most inspiring responses.

Clapton has addressed the incident on several occasions over the years. At different times, he has pointed to alcohol and drugs, expressed regret and, in a 2007 interview with Uncut, described himself as “a semi-racist”, a remark he later distanced himself from. Those explanations have done little to settle the matter. Critics have long pointed out that there was never really a clear and unequivocal reckoning with what happened in Birmingham, and the episode has remained an uncomfortable companion to his reputation ever since.

People inevitably disagree about separating artists from their work. Some listeners are able to compartmentalise. Others aren’t. The argument isn’t likely to disappear. What does seem beyond dispute is that the Birmingham speech belongs to Clapton’s story just as much as Cream, Layla or Unplugged. It happened. It was reported at the time. It helped inspire a movement that changed British music, and it continues to cast a long shadow over his legacy, as it fucking should.

Rock Against Racism outlasted the speech that helped inspire it. In the end, that’s probably the part of the story worth remembering most. The rant itself has become a stain on rock history, but the response it provoked remains one of the clearest examples of musicians and fans refusing to let hatred have the last word.