“Remind me: why couldn’t we meet in Washington DC?” David Lammy asks, pausing with a spoonful of Pret’s chicken laksa halfway to his mouth. It’s lunchtime in the foreign secretary’s grand office, all gilded edges, damask drapes, and polished oak. “Because Israel bombed Iran, and your trip was canceled,” I reply. “Oh, right.” He scrapes the last bits from the container, perhaps recalling the emergency Cobra meeting on June 13âwhen the world held its breath, teetering on the edge of global war. Three weeks later, the immediate threat has faded, though the summer heat still bears down on his staff.
Lammy apologizes for fitting me into his lunch break. His schedule, meticulously timed on a whiteboard in the outer office, is packed. After our talk, heâll jet off to Cyprus to visit British troops, then to Beirut overnight, followed by a mountain drive into Syriaâwhere heâll meet the new president, Ahmed al-Sharaa, former leader of the Islamist group HTS. Heâll be the first British minister to step foot in Syria in 14 years.
He tilts his chin up to avoid dripping soup on his “somber” green tieâhis mood, he later explains, is reflected in his tie choice. Normally, he brings homemade miso in a flask, but today, rushed from an early start or a red-eye flight, itâs the 296-calorie laksa. Heâs on a dietâintermittent fasting, “a little no-carb.” Heâs also sworn off alcohol since taking the job: “I canât drink and fly. It ruins my sleep.” His last drink was a half-pint during Englandâs Euro match against Switzerland last year. Since then, heâs taken 90 flights to 62 countries, mostly on the government Airbus, which leaves his 53-year-old back stiff. Sleeping pills are a necessity. “Thereâs always a stop at CVS in Washington for the best melatonin gummies,” he says.
This interview was meant to mark Lammyâs first year as foreign secretaryâand 26 years since the young lawyer, raised by a Guyanese single mother, became Labour MP for Tottenham. Instead, it captures a foreign secretary navigating global crises. Yet Lammy never seems ruffled. I shadow him for five weeksâon foot, in cars, on trains. Even when a heatwave warps the rails, he keeps his Tyrwhitt tie knotted and his TM Lewin jacket on.
Mostly, heâs upbeat, swinging between booming laughter (complete with table-slapping) and fiery rhetoric (also with table-slapping). At a foreign affairs committee hearing, his foot taps impatiently as heâs grilled on Israel, Iran, and Ukraine. During a French state visit, he demonstrates an original Enigma machine to his counterpart. At a community center, he lets West Indian aunties pinch his cheeks and weep on his shoulder. Only once do I see him irritatedâwhen I accidentally hit a nerve, earning a sharp finger-point.
We wrap up the week he signs a joint statement with 28 foreign ministers demanding an immediate halt to Gaza bombings. On Radio 4âs Today, he forcefully denies claims he hasnât blocked all arms exports to Israel. On LBC, Nick Ferrari needles him: “This is your sixth ceasefire callâwhy would they listen now?” Lammy sounds weary: “I deeply regret not being able to end this horrific war.”
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A sleepy village church with loudspeakers announces the rising death toll, now exceeding 59,000 according to Gazaâs health ministry. This issue has become the focal point of public anger, putting immense pressure on him to find a solution. The last time we spoke, despite urgent warnings of looming famine, his stance had hardened. He described the shooting of civilians waiting for aid as “grotesque” and “sick,” demanding accountability from Israel. He said the situation is “desperate for people on the ground, desperate for the hostages in Gaza,” and that the world is “desperate for a ceasefire, for the suffering to end.” He told me he wants to go to Gaza “as soon as I can get in.” In person, on the ground? “Absolutely. One hundred percent.”
So what is Lammyâs mission as foreign secretary? He calls it “progressive realism”âusing practical methods to achieve progressive goals as Britainâs global influence declines. So far, this has meant rebuilding ties with the EU, rethinking how Britain wields its influence, andâcruciallyâmanaging relations with Donald Trump.
As a confident backbencher, Lammy once called Trump “deluded, dishonest, xenophobic, narcissistic,” a “neo-Nazi-sympathizing sociopath,” and a “tyrant in a toupee.” One can only imagine his discomfort when the elevator doors closed last autumn, taking him up to Trump Towerâs penthouse. It was the run-up to the U.S. election, and Trump had invited both Britainâs new prime minister, Keir Starmer, and his foreign secretary to dinner.
Lammy says Trump was a “very gracious host,” giving them a tour of his Louis XIV-inspired triplex and art collection. Floor-to-ceiling windows muffled the noise of midtown traffic 58 floors below. Lammy was struck by the opulenceâthe gold, the ornate details, “how expensive” it all was. Later, Trump dimmed the lights, and they stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the dark, admiring Manhattanâs glittering skyline. “It was pretty incredible.”
His impression was that Trump wanted them to feel at ease, even joking when Lammy went for seconds of the roast chicken. This was shortly after Trump had been shot in Pennsylvania. Lammy thought he seemed shaken, fixated on the incidentâ”as youâd expect”âbut still making an effort to ensure his guests were comfortable. “I kept thinking about PTSD,” Lammy says. “How long it takes to recover from something like that. How would I feel weeks later if someone had tried to shoot me?” He thought of constituents affected by knife and gun violence, noting that while Trump was clearly affected, “he didnât want to dwell on it. He couldâve said, âIâm doing the bare minimum because Iâm not feeling great.â”
Lammy noticed Trumpâs two chefs staring at him. “I couldnât figure out why I was so important compared to Donald Trump and Keir Starmer.” Eventually, they approached him: “âPlease, can we take a photo? We know your family is from Guyanaâwe want to send it home.â” Did Trump see that? “Yeah,” Lammy says. “They were also happy that I ate more than everyone else.”
When I ask what I would have seen if his June trip to Washington had gone ahead, he leans forward. “The whole world was on edge,” he says. “Youâd have seen foreign policy at its most intense.” Everyone agreed Iran should not have nuclear weapons.
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“I remember studying the Cuban missile crisis in 1962 as a history student,” he says. “There are moments when the world holds its breathâthis year was one of them. You could feel it.”
Lammy acknowledges the real threat posed by Iran. “Their leaders can’t justify to meâand I’ve spoken with them many timesâwhy they need uranium enriched to 60%. Facilities like Sellafield or Urenco in Cheshire donât go beyond 6%. Iran claims it’s for academic purposes, but I donât buy that. Gordon Brown exposed their deception back in 2009 when Fordow, their underground enrichment site, was revealed.”
While he favors diplomacy over military action, Lammy is clear-eyed about Iranâs ambitions. “Itâs not just the risk of nuclear conflict with Israel that worries me. Think of Oppenheimerâthe fallout of nuclear proliferation. If Iran gets the bomb, other regional powers might follow. Weâd be leaving our children a world with far more nuclear weapons than today.”
Lammy knows his sleep could be interrupted at any moment (his wife, he jokes, needs less rest than he does). On June 21, his phone buzzed late at nightâRubio informing him the U.S. was about to strike Iran. When asked how much warning was given, he sidesteps, noting only that the Prime Minister and military channels were notified simultaneously. “I was also asleep when Trump was shot,” he adds, avoiding specifics. “At first, the severity of his injuries wasnât clear. Waking up to that news was shocking.”
He insists the U.S. strike wasnât aimed at regime change, though heâs heard Israeli arguments in favor of it. “Many Iranians might want change, but thereâs no guarantee what replaces the current regime would be better. Thatâs for Iranians to decide. My focus is stopping Iran from becoming a nuclear power.”
Lammy has long highlighted his connection to Barack Obamaâthey met in 2005 at a Harvard Law School event for Black alumniâbut now emphasizes his Republican ties too. He speaks weekly with Rubio, bonding over their immigrant backgrounds (Guyanese and Cuban) and shared faith. “Heâs sharp, professional, and deeply committed,” Lammy says.
He also considers Vice President JD Vance a friend. “We were together at the Popeâs inauguration in Romeâme, Angela Rayner, and Vance,” he recalls, amused. “I donât think many wouldâve predicted that trio.”JD and Angela wonât mind me saying they were having a few drinks. We were in the gardens of Villa Taverna, the US ambassadorâs residence, on one of those beautiful warm Italian afternoons. Vance poured rosĂ© over ice in wine glasses. “I really wanted a glass”âLammy admits he has a weakness for rosĂ©â”but I stuck to Diet Coke.” When I ask if Rayner was loud, he replies, “I wouldnât call her rowdy when she drinksâAngela Rayner just has a big personality. Sheâs the Barbara Castle of our time. Thatâs not about alcohol; itâs who she is. Sheâs so full of character, so strong, she almost makes me shy. My personality isnât as bold as hers, and there we were with the vice-president. Honestly, I was probably the quietest of the three.”
It struck him that they werenât just working-class politicians but people whoâd had tough childhoods. “I felt this real connectionâJD understood me, and he understood Angela too. It was a really special hour and a half.” Like Rubio, Vance is Catholic. Did they discuss faith? “Iâve even been to mass at his house,” Lammy says, then laughs as he notices his advisorâs reaction. “Oh no, I see the advisor twitchingâ’He mentioned religion!’ Itâs an Alastair Campbell moment!” (Referencing Blairâs spin doctor famously saying, “We donât do God.”) The advisor reassures him itâs fine.
Against expectations, Trump has openly said how much he “really likes” Starmer, “even though heâs a liberal.” The UK was the first to secure a tariff deal from Trump, a rare achievement for this Labour government. But Lammy worries about the misstepsâespecially Zelenskyyâs televised Oval Office meeting, where Trump and Vance seemed to mock the Ukrainian president like cats toying with a mouse. “Honestly, I just thoughtâarrgh! Why hadnât I done more to prepare our Ukrainian colleagues for that meeting?” He quickly explains: the Ukrainians got a last-minute invite, the British were focused on their own Trump talks, there wasnât time. “I was being too hard on myself. But I still felt guilty.”
Starmer called Zelenskyy and invited him to No. 10 the next day. “That embrace with KeirâI still get emotional thinking about itâwas a moment when the whole world breathed a sigh of relief.” For Lammy, that imageâStarmer and Zelenskyy hugging on Downing Streetâsymbolized Britain reclaiming its role as a bridge-builder, a unifier with a history that connects us globally.
He describes traveling to Ukraine, taking night trains from Poland to Lviv and then Kyiv, arriving at dawn to shattered buildings, sandbags, and bunkersâscenes straight out of wartime Europe. “You asked what it means to work in the Foreign Office, in that room. Ukraine ties me to Attlee, to Churchill, to that legacy, because war is back on our continent. Itâs an old story, but itâs central to this job.” He acknowledges building on the work of past foreign secretariesâCameron, Cleverly, Johnson, Truss. “Weâre at the heart of European securityâthe most critical part of my role. Here, Britain is leading.”
Where will the war be in a year? “Realistically, Putin isnât ready to negotiate seriously. He still has imperialist ambitions. The fight continues.”Ukraine’s struggle, supported by the UK, Europe, and America, has been immense. I suspect that in a year’s time, negotiations will be underwayâthe question is how serious Russia will be about them.
He admires the Ukrainian peopleâtheir tenacity, their steadfastness. Even if the world abandoned them, they would still fight a guerrilla war, so strong is their belief in their country. It’s deeply inspiring.
Lammyâs relentless schedule comes at a cost. During the Easter holidays, he and his wife, artist Nicola Green, cut short a family ski trip in France to join King Charles on a state visit to Italy. After three days of formalitiesâ”minding our p’s and q’s and being on best behaviour”âthey waved the king off at the airport and collapsed into a pre-paid taxi to return to the Alps. Trips like that, Lammy admits, leave you “knackered.”
The journey back took an ugly turn. The French driver, realizing Lammy was a VIP, demanded an extra ÂŁ600. When Lammy refused, an argument broke out. The driver, later claiming he feared Lammy had a gun, sped off with their suitcases still in the boot. Newspapers initially ran with the driverâs version, but he has since been arrested for theft, with a court date set for autumn.
Lammyâs account differs. Toward the end of the six-hour ride, he and Green grew suspicious the driver was taking an unnecessarily long route. When questioned, it escalatedâthe driver demanded more money and, according to Green, pulled a knife. Lammy didnât see it himself (he was in the back seat, as Green speaks better French), but his wife saw the knife in the glove compartment and was terrified. Though shaken, Lammy stayed calm. “Iâve got a pretty cool head. After 53 years on this planet, not much fazes me.” When they got out, the driver sped away. They reported it to the police, who recovered their belongings. The whole ordeal was, in his words, “just awful.”
When asked if heâd been carrying a gun, Lammy burst out laughing. “No. I donât think Iâve ever held a handgunâlet alone fired one.”
Before I left, an official photographer had us pose beside a glass case containing an Enigma machine. Lammy, his cropped hair speckled with grey, stood at his full 6-foot height, his grin flashing like a lighthouse beam. As I walked out, he was digging into a pot of yoghurt, officials closing in to brief him.
Five days later, in the humid, tense atmosphere of Room 8 in the House of Commons, Lammy faced the foreign affairs select committee. Emily Thornberry pressed him on reports that Israel planned to relocate 600,000 Gazans to a transit camp in the ruins of Rafah. Lammy emphasized the focus on a ceasefire and outlined the sticking points. Thornberry countered that the government had repeatedly promised to recognize Palestine: “I know the two-state solution seems distant, but if we keep delaying recognition, there may soon be nothing left to recognize.”
Lammy replied that he was coordinating with allies, including France, on a timeline. He acknowledged the alarming expansion of West Bank settlementsâmore in the past year than in the previous 15âand the escalating violence, which threatens the viability of a two-state solution.
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This violates international law and the Oslo Accords. Thornberry snaps open a black fan with the flair of a flamenco dancer, waving it impatiently in front of her face.
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âThis is the first time in my life I donât feel like an impostor.â Photograph: Harry Borden/The Guardian
Afterwards, Iâm hurried into Room 5 for a follow-up. Lammy seems distracted. He was firm on condemning settler violence in the West Bank, but whyâgiven the standard definition of terrorism as the use or threat of violence for political endsâdoesnât he classify these acts as terrorism? He sighs. A clock ticks softly, like a teaspoon tapping china.
âTheyâre criminal acts. Illegal acts. Actions we condemn and have tried to sanction. Theyâre reprehensible, meant to undermine those of us who believe a two-state solution is the only viable path. There are voices in Israel pushing for a âGreater Israelâ with no Palestinian state. I oppose those voices.â
I press further: Why doesnât the UK government label them as terrorism?
âTraditionally, they havenât been classified that way. Iâve met families facing violence and threatsâthey experience it as criminal acts. We support them financially and by advocating for their rights. We back the Palestinian Authority in speaking up for these families.â
Two weeks later, he finally shifts his stance, referring to âsettler terrorismâ in a House address.
While he was in Damascus, I note, the Home Office designated the UK group Palestine Action as a terrorist organization. Are their protests âtraditionally terrorist actsâ? And while Lammy shook hands with President al-Sharaaâa former al-Qaeda memberâand pledged UK support for Syriaâs reconstruction, Sue Parfitt, an 83-year-old vicar, was arrested under counter-terrorism laws. Does that seem contradictory?
âThatâs the Home Secretaryâs decision,â he says, referring to Yvette Cooper. âShe reviews warrants daily, often involving serious threats from MI5. I handle overseas threats from MI6. She makes terrorism assessments, and I fully support her judgment.â
What was al-Sharaa like?
âMeasured. Well-spoken. Calm. Wore a suit.â
A suit?
âYes, he was dressed formally.â
As opposed to military gear?
âExactly. I confronted him about his past as a terrorist.â
What did he say?
âHe called it wartime actions. Said heâs changedânow focused on uniting Syria, overcoming economic hardship. Ninety percent live in poverty. I told him, âPeople back home will ask if youâre still a terrorist.â He insisted that was behind him. He knows he must lead inclusively, rebuild. Weâre working with him on counter-terrorism against ISIS and other threats. Itâs a fragile time, but we all want Syria to succeed. So we engage.â
The young David Lammy was known for his activism. Before Harvard Law School, he studied law at SOAS and practiced as a barrister in London and the US. At 27, he became the youngest MP in Parliament. Recognized early by Blair and Brown, he held various roles. Later, in opposition, he aligned with the partyâs left, balancing Westminster duties with outspoken tweets and a popular LBC radio show.
He admits that while he now wears âa diplomatic hat,â beneath it, âIâm still an activist and social campaigner.â
Given widespread public disillusionment, I ask…
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He understands that while some conflicts dominate headlines, others go unnoticed. It frustrates him that the war in Sudan, which hits close to home, receives so little attention. Privately, he believes itâs because the victims are African and Black. Today, he calls Sudan “the worst humanitarian crisis in terms of lives lost and civilian suffering. Millions of women and children are being raped, burned, and killedâyet it barely makes the news. Iâve been the most vocal foreign secretary in the G7 and Europe on Sudan.” He organized the London conference, pushed a UN resolution (vetoed by Russia), and vows to keep raising the issue. “Right now, Iâm not acting as an activistâIâm the UKâs chief diplomat. Diplomacy often fails before it succeeds. Look at Northern Ireland.”
Does the Israel-Gaza war affect him personally? “There have been many days of deep frustration and sadness.” Has he cried? “I havenât shed tearsâI donât remember the last time I cried, probably when my mother died. But this past year? Yes, there have been moments of profound sorrow.”
His constituencyâone of the worldâs most diverseâincludes a large Charedi Jewish community in Stamford Hill. The ultra-Orthodox, easily recognizable by their traditional dress, have faced rising antisemitism: violence, property damage, and what he calls “horrific street abuse.” After the Hamas attacks on October 7, he visited a Jewish girlsâ school. “The fear was palpable. These women felt vulnerableâsome of their elders were Holocaust survivors.” The community tells him theyâre focused on the hostages, Hamas, and terrorism.
He worked closely with the family of Emily Damari, the British hostage freed in January 2025 after 471 days in Gaza. Though not a constituent, she was a Tottenham Hotspur fan. “Her mother and I met often. She gave me a plastic flower for my office, saying, âTake it out when my daughter is free.â” Itâs still on his deskâLammy stresses the need for a ceasefire that includes hostage release.
He also supports constituents with ties to Gaza and the West Bank. “Palestinian groups and NGOs…”
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The people I’ve met are also grieving and feel a deep, aching pain. It stems from a fundamental and almost ancient conflict over land, involving two communities that have endured injustice for generations.
When asked how he handles the protests outside his home, he responds, “Politics has changed, especially in this social media era. When I first started, people would write lettersâsometimes in green ink. Now, everything is immediate, personal, and even involves your family, your children. I wonât pretend that I donât feel protective of my wife and kids.” He adds, “The dehumanizing aspects of politics are deeply troublingâwounding and painful.”
Weâre standing outside the British Library in St. Pancras, waiting to welcome the French foreign minister. Lammy is in high spirits. “My wife told me as I left, ‘Thatâs a nice tie, darling,'” he says, adjusting his bright blue tie as it flutters in the breeze. French officials step out of their cars, including the lean, stubble-faced foreign minister Jean-NoĂ«l Barrot, who takes a drag from a sleek black vape. There are handshakes, smiles, and photos before they stride briskly along the side of the buildingâpast rat traps and the faint scent of skunkâand into the elevator for lunch at the Alan Turing Institute. Lammy admires their Enigma machine, noting itâs an upgrade from the one in his office. On a nearby table, someone has arranged La DurĂ©e macarons beside Fortnum & Mason fudge.
Much of public diplomacy involves posing next to symbolic objects and holding folders filled with signed “understandings.” Most of the real work happens over WhatsApp. At one point, I overhear a French official quietly remarking on how strong Emmanuel Macronâs cologne isâhow it lingers in the air after he leaves. Lammy and Barrot swap stories about their summer vacations before Lammy rushes off to catch his daughterâs school play. He wonât be at the state banquet tonightâheâs flying to Malaysia. In opposition, he vowed to match the travel pace of a U.S. secretary of state, and heâs keeping that promise.
But while heâs delivering on that front, Britainâs hesitation in recognizing a Palestinian state is frustrating the French. Lammy, however, cautions that recognition is “a card you can only play once.” The priority, he insists, is ending the violence. As we go to print, Macron pledges to recognize Palestine at the UN in September.
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– With Franceâs foreign minister Jean-NoĂ«l Barrot (left) and U.S. secretary of state Marco Rubio in Paris, April.
– With French president Emmanuel Macron and Keir Starmer last year.]
The next time we speak, heâs eating a pork pie. Itâs the day after Diane Abbottâs second suspension from Labour, following her statement that she did “not at all” regret the events leading to her 2023 suspension. Back then, she had written to the Observer arguing that Jews, Travellers, and Irish people do not experience racism in the same way as Black people, though they face “similar” prejudice.
Lammy says he had previously stepped in to help reinstate her, “because I was saddened that such a significant politicianâthe first of her kind in Parliamentâhad ended up in this situation.” He had been working “behind the scenes” to bring her back. “So I was frustrated and upset when this resurfaced after her sudden backtracking on that statement.” Whatever the outcome of the latest investigation, he adds, “Iâll still consider her a friend and respect her.”
When the conversation turns to his colleagues, I ask how he felt about Starmerâs “island of strangers” remark on immigrationâa phrase that evoked Enoch Powell. “The wording was poor,” he says. “A bad choice. If Iâd seen the speech beforehand, Iâd have said, ‘Take that out.'”
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The Grace Organisation community centre in Tottenham is sweltering. It’s a gathering spot for older residents, mostly of West Indian heritage, some with disabilities or early signs of dementia. Paulette Yusuf, who runs the centre, describes the building’s poor condition as Lammy listens attentively, deferring to an official for potential solutions. In the main hall, reggae gospel music plays while puzzles, coloring books, and gamesâincluding a Royal Bingo set featuring William and Kateâare scattered across tables. At the back, a group of men play dominoes, their occasional outbursts punctuating the air. When Lammy walks in with a beaming smile, heads turn. “My mum celebrated her 60th here,” he says.
“My good MP!” calls an elderly woman in pearl earrings who lives on his street. Another, in a blue lace jacket, eats yogurt and declares, “We love you,” as a woman in a white hat pulls him into a hug. “You exist!” she exclaims. “I do exist,” he replies. “Whoâs that, Lammy?” another asks. “Iâve heard about you for years.” “Good things, I hope?” he teases. She pinches his cheek. One woman remembers his mother from their days working together at Camden tube station. “Thatâs going way back,” Lammy jokes. “You couldnât have been more than 12.” She swats him away playfully.
Some attendees wear hi-vis vests with Sharpie messages: If you see me walking alone, please call this numberâfollowed by the Grace centreâs contact. “I think I need one of those,” Lammy whispers. Later, he takes the mic, shouting out Caribbean nations: “Anyone from St. Lucia? Jamaica? Barbados?” Each name draws cheers.
Near the stage, a man in a pink cowboy hat sways to the music. When Lammy approaches, the man raises his fistsâfor a heart-stopping second, it looks like the Foreign Secretary might get punched. But Lammy doesnât flinch, mirroring the gesture as they playfully shadowbox. His security team relaxes.
Afterward, I ask if the constant hugging and touching bothers him or his team. “Iâm quite touchy,” he says cheerfully. His aide warns me not to take that the wrong way. “No, I am quite touchy,” Lammy insists. “I donât care. Itâs old-fashioned, but I have deep respect for the elderly. Thatâs how I was raised. My mother worked in sheltered housing later in life. Human connection matters, and Iâm comfortable with it.”
Up the road at the Marcus Garvey Library, Lammy holds his constituency surgery before recording a podcast en route to Kingâs Cross. We board a train to Peterboroughâa journey with personal significance. At 11, this was the route to his state boarding school. It was also here, on a spring Saturday in 1985, that he last saw his father. David Lammy Sr. knelt to his sonâs height, told him he loved him, asked him to care for his mother, and kissed him goodbye. He left the family home and later moved to America. Lammy calls it the most scarring moment of his life. “My father never came back. Psychologically, thatâs devastating. Part of me must have blamed myself. I still wonder if he really loved me.”He works through these issues in therapy with his “wonderful” therapist and GP, taking Prozac for anxiety. The hardest part comes when he looks at his own children. “I could never imagine leaving them. I just couldn’t. It troubles me that he was so troubled. I donât dwell on the past much, but I do recognize how it shapes who you are.”
Lammyâs father was a taxidermist and an alcoholicâhot-tempered and prone to rage. He has previously described his parentsâ marriage as “tempestuous,” clarifying that it included domestic violence. Did he witness it? “Yes.” Did he try to intervene? “No, no. I was the child covering my ears, crying in my bedroom… That feeling in the pit of your stomach, just terror.” Was it frequent? “Regular enough.” Did the police ever come? “No, absolutely not. No one cared.”
He reflects that in the communities where he grew upâIrish, Cypriot, working-class cockney, Black West Indianâ”a lot of men would go to the pub, come home, and beat their wives. It was the ’70s. Violence was common. Kids fought in the playground, mimicking what they saw at homeâthough these things arenât unique to any class.”
He believes his mother, Rosalind, would never have left her husband. Like many women of her generation, she felt trapped. “My mother was still a country girl at heart. When Dad left, we thought weâd be taken into care. We didnât know if she could surviveâshe wasnât making much money then.” She struggled with bills and bureaucracy, “how you deal with the state.” Lammy helped her a lot: “I was like one of the kids who comes to my office now, advocating for her.” When social services visited, the family was terrified. “We had a deep fear of the state. Black families in our neighborhood feared the police, even schools a little. There was this dread that unfair things could happen, things you couldnât control. So yes, there were scary moments. Itâs about perception.”
His father died in the U.S. in 2003, “a pauper,” from throat cancer. Lammy describes it as a horrible death. He got word it was coming but chose not to go. “I was a young minister and couldnât handle seeing him like that after all those yearsâdying so desperately. Later, I visited his grave. I gave him a headstone. There was no bitterness. Quite the opposite. I donât hold grudges; itâs just not me.”
When asked if this makes loving his fatherâor the memory of himâcomplicated, he pauses before saying no. “Iâm a forgiving person by nature. I want to build bridges, to reach out. Maybe thatâs why Iâm not bad at this role.”
In fact, itâs more than “not bad”: “For the first time in my life, I donât feel like an impostor. I truly believe Iâm in the right place at the right time for this job.”
He comes across as extroverted but insists heâs shy and awkward. He credits his wife, Green, with helping him “put on my armor to face public life every day.” They met 20 years ago at a singles party hosted by former MP Oona King. “Nicola had no idea who I was,” he says. “I liked that she didnât know about my public life, didnât ask what I did.” He fell for her quickly: “I think she found it all a bit intense.” A few months later, he took her on a Caribbean holiday, “via Haiti, because I was…”At the time, I was on the board of Action Aid when the organization faced a devastating crisis. It was exhausting workânot exactly ideal for a date. But she said she caught a glimpse of my life, and we were married within a year.
We now have three children: two boys and an adopted daughter. Adoption runs in both our familiesâmy own mother and my wifeâs grandmother were adopted. “There are children who need loving homes,” Lammy explains. “We discussed it and decided to take this path. Itâs been one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life, by far. For my sons too. I had a difficult start, but nothing compared to children whose parents canât care for them.”
At home, he says they talk about artâthough Iâm not entirely convinced. Friends describe him as less political than he seems, but he enjoys theatre and film (he “loved Sinners“), and his adviser confirms the only time heâs unreachable is when heâs at the cinema.
Every five weeks, the family visits Chevening, the governmentâs country estate, where he finds peace in long walks through the overgrown woodlands. “A solid two- or three-hour walk is my perfect weekend afternoon,” he says. Otherwise, he stays fit with twice-weekly workouts with Alex, a former paratrooper.
We arrive in Peterborough and head to a rural church where heâs due to speak. A small group of protesters greets us, waving signs smeared with red paint, shouting about genocide, war crimes, and orphaned children. Lammyâs usual composure wavers.
I ask about his childhood as a choirboy at Kingâs School. His voice broke at 13, but he still joins the parliamentary choir at Christmas “because I know all the old hymns. Singing is therapyâbut if I canât practice, I wonât perform.” I tease that he doesnât have to be perfect. As the protestersâ shouts grow louder, he suddenly looks irritated. “I see what youâre doing,” he says sharply. “Needling me.”
Later, he admits heâs exhaustedârunning on empty, “but still running.” He hopes to take a holiday soon. “All I want is to do absolutely nothing.” Maybe heâll allow himself a glass of rosĂ©. “Actually, make that a bottle. Several!”
