The other side of current affairs and recent history, which our people need to and right to know in order to learn from the past, understand the present and see where our future is headed so that we can change it.

Important names in this article - Anna Adamira, Bjerkham

Bjorn Bjerkham

Johann Bjerkham

Haloutes

Excerpt from REFLECTIONS –Modern Politics, The Caribbean, Africa & Asia Minor by Angela and Gary Cole.

  LIKE MOTHER  (adapted)

              “So tractable, so peaceable are these people, that I swear to your Majesties there is not in the world a better nation.  They love their neighbours as themselves, and their discourse is ever sweet and gentle and accompanied with a smile, and though it is true that they are naked, yet their manners are decorous and praiseworthy.” 

... Description of the Tainos on the island of San Salvador by Christopher Columbus in a letter to the King and Queen of Spain. … Taken from Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown

                People, no matter how rich they become, who put money and material over principled behaviour, are incapable of offering assistance or comfort to anyone who behaves with integrity.          

              “Why don’t you go and f…… yourself.”   Saffie said.  “You are a whore.”

              “Like mother?”   I asked.

              “When you want something from people you have to do what you have to do.”   Saffie’s wife said.

              “But that is whoring.”     

              “I prefer to whore.” She said,  “Anna left Assad, when I was out of the island, if I were here I would not have let her leave.  Syrian men are like that.”      

              “But I have self respect and my kids are happy and focused.”  The Anna referred to said.

Saffie’s older boy left school before he sat his ‘O’ levels.  He works in his father’s betting shop and is spoken of as a millionaire at nineteen.  The younger son is at an expensive school abroad and lives with his paternal aunts, who hate his mother.

              Assad was Anna’s live-in lover for many years.  She bore him two children.   

              “You will do no more shows.”  Assad said, as soon as their first child was born, to Anna, whom he met producing and directing shows.

Anna continued her shows.  Every one knew that she did shows but Assad did not.  She even did a Barclays Calypso World Contest and he did not know.  Cameramen were instructed not to capture her on film.  For years she did the main parade at the only horse racing club, where Assad’s family raced and she produced a bi-yearly pantomime for an exclusive girls’ school.  Assad, who has been described as being “as tight as a crab’s ass,” thought that the money, which he gave her bought all the things she provided for their children. 

“I used to tell him that I was only consulting on shows.” 

He told her to leave his house one time too many.  At the end of it all, Anna did a helpful and much-repeated television programme about abusive and controlling men. 

              “Every woman has a choice.  I stayed in the relationship and allowed the abuse due to the fact that Assad supported my two children, who were not his and whom the courts did not provide adequately for in my first divorce.”

[Ed. Note. One of those two children, a son is Johann Bjerkham and the father who Anna claims did not provide for his son adequately is construction magnet Bjorn Bjerkham].

On the programme Anna blamed herself.  “I try to show that self-worth is more important than the almighty dollar, that money does not give worth; principles are the things on which women should stand.  I stayed in the relationship because of the insecurities taught to me by my mother.  Even though she was straight she put up with my philandering father.  People stole from him and therefore he did not see why he should not be in debt.  He had no principles.”

Women can do as Anna did, or they can stay and when women stay with abusive husbands, there are four options.  Be like Shirley dead: [Shirley Juman wife of now deceased cocaine lord Harvey Juman] beaten to death by her husband.  Like Diane [Walcott Williams first wife of big man COW Williams] who stayed with an unfaithful husband until in her sixties, he left with a younger woman or like Saffie’s wife, driven senseless.  There is the last option, which the ex-wife  of a successful manufacturer[Marshall Oran] did; commit suicide.

“It is a flaw of weakness in the man’s character in that he feels he must control.  These men lack empathy and self-confidence, they feed off of the control they have of their women.  They say.  ‘I work for the money.  I have the money.’   Women are chattel, second-class citizens to them.  It is in their upbringing.”  Anna said.

“You came to this relationship seventeen years ago with only your good looks.  What do you expect to take out of it?”  Anna said the judge said as he awarded her $225,000.00 (US$112,500) .  “This is the most expensive piece of pussy you ever had.” She claims that Assad’s lawyer said.

She went through three lawyers and eight years - paid the first lawyer $5,000.00.  He wrote letters for three years, did not manage to reach a settlement and never returned the money.  The next lawyer did not reach a settlement for four years but with him she lost custody of her son - [this son is Ryan Haloute, now managing director of Chefette] - although the courts never proved that she was an unfit mother.  Anna refused to pay him and he put her before the court for $35,000.00 (US$17,500.00) in fees.               

The last lawyer, a female, after three months, reached the $225,000.00 settlement.  Against her advice, Anna settled.  People in relationship less than sixteen years whose husbands held ordinary jobs were awarded larger settlements, which included cars and houses.  

“If tears could make rivers, I would have two rivers running down my cheeks but today I am happy and my children are educated and well-adjusted.”  Anna said.

For eight years she fought and in the end she settled for less than offered in the beginning just to end it for it threatened to destroyed her four children.  She lost her son, for sometime, to Assad’s promises.  Meanwhile her new boyfriend, whom she met two years after she left Assad, had run his novel idea for twelve years in rented airport space.  One morning he opened a newspaper and found that his business was advertised for tender and a business he created was taken away.

I met Saffie’s wife in the mid seventies at horse riding; she arrived a few times dressed to ride in fine livery, was in great fear of horses and never returned.  We became friendly and just back from Antigua I rented a house next to her that had previously belonged to her plantation.  We shared an entrance and we wandered in and out of each other’s house through the side.  She arranged business meeting did not show up, did not call and dropped out of sight until the next day.  I accused her of bullshitting:

28th March 1989

Dear ........... (Saffie’s wife):

              … it [your lifestyle] has allowed you to live a life of conspicuous consumption while you produce nothing and you struggle not.  It dulls your sense of injustice - that wonderful thing that all human beings possess, no matter how oppressed, that drives to a higher level of freedom and conscious. … [your lifestyle] … makes uselessness and worthlessness a fashion.  It fools you and makes you feel that by showing largesse, it will not be recognised that all that is being done is the extraction of value from one source and the passing along of the occasional crumb to the suffering masses.

The god you worship is really called conspicuous consumption - he assists you in doing nothing but talk and fools you that you can hide the fact that you are not producing.  This god has placed you in a situation of a dog, where a leash is around your neck and you are let out at certain hours, but when the providing master returns you come to heel devoid of your mind and of any human feeling until the next time or day you are unleashed.  You need a real god that will give you the strength to struggle to make the world a better place for the next generation.

I keep learning while you stagnate with your golden collar and beautiful leash for the god you worship prevents you from listening…

Your friend

Article from the Investigator newspaper 04th October 1997 entitled St. James Job Joke.

              “Some strange things happen in the world of work; as one lady found out when she received a call in response to an advertisement she placed in the paper offering her services as a cook.  Last Sunday she got a telephone call from a ‘well-to-do-lady’ in Holders Hill, St. James and they agreed on $200.00 per week.

              “I went to the house on Monday morning along with two other women.  One of the women was to press and one was to clean.  Around 1:00 p.m. the house boy came to me, hand me $10.00 and said Mrs.  . . .  say that you can go now.”

“I did not go to work the Tuesday because of a previous engagement and this was made clear during the telephone conversation on Sunday.  On Wednesday I went to the house, she hustled us out again before 1:00 p.m.  The reason was that her husband did not know that she had recruited three women to work at the house and she did not want him to see us yet.”              “She added that the husband went away on Wednesday night and so the women were allowed to work.  On Friday she finished work at 3:00 p.m. and she and the other women were told to come to work the next day and they would be paid.“  niece come out of the bedroom with two sets of money in her hand and said to us.         

“I understand that my aunt paid one of you $10.  I told her that was I.  She gave me some money and said ‘This is for you.’   It was two $20-dollar bills and a10-dollar bill.  Is that what I left home for?”

The cook told the newspaper she thought the $10 was for bus fare.  I don’t understand how the lady could look at a big woman and give her $60.  The lady claims to have a history of “depression” she witnessed the appalling verbal abuse of the full-time maid where the lady screamed at her to “Get out  . . . come out of my house now or you will come out naked!”

She said she also witnessed ‘cuss-outs’ between the lady and her husband and her son, and that she feels angry and ashamed, but being a Christian all she can do is to pray for the lady.”

                The well-to-do woman is Saffie’s wife. “Do you believe that at forty-eight, I have been run out of my house.  I am too old for this.”   She said,  “He took me through terror for three hours.  Said he was like Donald Trump and could afford to import pussy.” 

              Saffie threatened to shoot her, kill her and set her afire.  “He is so violent now because he went cold-turkey with cigarettes. It must be tobacco withdrawal.”  Saffie gave up three packs of cigarettes a day. 

              Underneath, where it counts, when Saffie looks, as the maid wrote, his wife must be different and everything becomes a facade.

              “How can you spend $10,000.00 in mud?”   A visit to Rubber Maid for a small item ended up with $2,000.00 spent on garbage bins and rubber containers.

Saffie could not protect his wife from abuse by police.  Sixteen years of marriage and a policeman put black-and-blues on her ass and he could do nothing.  Saffie's wife videotaped the whole thing.  She was parked in front of a beach house on a deserted road by the sea.  Two tyres were on the road, not an unusual occurrence in those parts, when a drunken police officer drove up to the house; he called her out in front of her five-year-old son and her new found Christian friends and asked for her license and insurance.  New video camera in hand, she took some time to find her car keys in order that she could open the cubby-hole, where the documents were stored.

“You better be careful I don’t arrest you.”  From his comments, he had seen her before and may even have seen her drive past the nearby police station.

              “Arrest me for losing my keys?  Look, you been drinking, why don’t you let someone else write me up?”   

The policeman knocked her video camera out of her hand; undamaged it stuck on the top of the police jeep and continued to film.  He grabbed her, threw her on her ass into the back of his jeep and drove away.  No one objected.  The Christians said she should have used feminine guile.  One of them telephoned Saffie.

They drove her dressed in her swimsuit and a short shirt only, instead of to the nearest police station, across the island to another.  “Your ass looks real firm for a woman of forty.”  When Saffie’s lawyer called police lied and said she was not there.  They detained her at the station for eight hours and framed her like a common criminal.  They said that they had kept her because she was under investigation in another matter.

Saffie's wife could not stand the humiliation: the memory of how she crawled into a corner and begged them not to hurt her. She slid into a heavy depression: Miss Know-it-All, and loudmouthed with her Ivy league degree and mother, who was the highest paid female executive in America – Sarah Coventry - was abused by a low-class man, who just picked her up and mauled her. 

Just for good measure at the same time she found out that Saffie had been unfaithful with little things all along, all the time, and all around: right in front of her face, right inside the house and like all the other wealth Syrian men he kept an apartment.  So too did Assad.  The lady of the house did not feel like a lady anymore.

              “That policeman is the same one that tried to framed me.  He is one of the boys.  With the large amount of resources you have you must pursue this matter.”  I said.

              She took the videotape to one policeman in charge after the other.  They toyed with her.  Her lawyer fiddled with her: told her that videotaped evidence was not allowed in court so we made still shots from the footage to show that her hands never left her sides and therefore she could not have assaulted anyone. 

              We journeyed many times to court, photographs in hand, while neither her lawyer nor the policeman showed up.  The night before each appearance her son, who had been present broke out in fever and the doctor had to be called.  Each time the case was adjourned and Saffie never went to court. 

              Magistrates insulted her in every way they could find - by tone of voice, silence and by threats. She went to pieces.      

“Mummy took daddy’s gun and drove off.”  Their two sons ran over to my house and said. 

              “She has a gun down at Bamboo Beach Bar, come quick.”  A mutual acquaintance drove into my front yard an hour later.

              “Do not give her anymore to drink.”  Saffie’s wife was drunk and sat in the middle of the bar and the patrons tried to get a drink and a gun out of her hand.

              “I am going to kill myself; shoot me.”   

              One good drink and she is half under the table.  I fed her two rum-and-cokes.  She soon fell asleep, and I took the gun from her hand and telephoned for help.

              “The scandal.”  Saffie said. 

She was eventually found not guilty and she did not sue the Attorney General.  “I cannot go through anymore.  I cannot go through, what you and Anna are going through.”   She was sedated for months on Prozac and then shipped to her mother in Arizona.  On her return to the island, she was placed on Ativan.  The tiny, innocuous-looking pills are extremely addictive.  Side effects are mood swings and unstable behaviour.  Withdrawal symptoms are anxiety attacks, depression, a racing heart and sweating.  Ativan is banned in Britain, and several other countries.  Saffie takes four to sleep.  Assad never smoked but he also took Ativan.

Camacho Avenue

St. Johns

Antigua 

An Open Letter To Miss Jerri Fay Hall

Dear Ms. Hall

              I wish to apologise for the treatment meted out to you by the Barbados Police Force.  Your observation that you were victimised because you were American, female, white and rich was correct.  The main motivating force was the fact that you were female.  No woman will be surprised or aggrieved if you take some action to recover compensatory satisfaction.  I would like you to know that the silent majority of women are in sympathy with you in this foul and unpleasant incident.  I ask you not to let this put you off of the other Caribbean islands. 

              Barbados is unique in its bullying attitude to women.  Barbadian men must be made aware of their responsibility to esteem and respect their women if they want the outside world to respect them.  At the moment it seems that legislation to enforce laws for the protection and safety of women and children should be instituted immediately. 

Black Barbadian men place severe physical, emotional and social restrictions on females - a large number of our sisters have silently accepted though not agreed with these restrictions.  Your case is symptomatic of the intimidating action taken against any woman that these men perceive as a threat to their total domination.  Women, who behave in a strong, independent and disciplined manner suffer the fate of male persecution.  Please take comfort in the fact that you have many people in your corner.  For most of our sisters have not heard voices yet raised in their defence. 

              The hundreds of less fortunate girl children, who are being sexually molested  - to the extent that the Chairperson of the Child Care Board in an interview, not so long ago, said that there is cause for grave concern.   Numbers of our sisters have been driven to the point that they are unable to function as whole independent human beings.

              I am reminded of an acquaintance of mine, who was arrested by the police, beaten and thrown in jail for three months away from her four children - the youngest being three years, only to have charges dropped when she agreed to cut her dreadlocks and stop being a Rastafarian.  With the last ember of passion in her breast, she cried, “I almost am glad when they do something like this to me and they get away with it for I know they will do it again and again and one day they will do something far worse to the wrong person - a person who has someone on their side and they will get what they deserve”

              Miss Hall could you be that person?   Could your action against them be a vindication of that poor Rastafarian woman, the young girl children and the forsaken women of Barbados?

Angela Cole

              Police officers forced a bag on Hall at our airport that was not hers; they arrested her for marijuana, said that they found in the bag although an airline clerk said that Hall had protested from the beginning that the bag did not belong to her.   Hall claimed that they molested her, made her walk in front of a light source, while clothed in a dress of thin material. After months, the courts found her not guilt of the charge but she was pillared on the call-in programmes as rich Mick Jagger’s piece of tail.

“Don’t go to Barbados.”  She said on the “Max Talking Headroom Show” but she did not sue them for false arrest and another woman hit the dust.

Nor did Stella the wife of the ex-Prime Minister sue the Attorney General, when the police set her up.   She was arrested and charged with assaulting a police officer out side the gates of the Houses of Parliament.

“Stella did not assault anyone.  I was there and I saw.”  Said a leader of the government-sponsored Pan African Movement.  He said that it was usual for police to ill-treat blacks, who stood around that gate; Stella arrived, questioned their bad behaviour, opened the gate and as she walked through one police man, who did not recognize her, told her in the nastiest of vernacular to close  the gate, in retaliation she said: “That is your job,” and for this he arrested her.  

A police woman later gave evidence that she saw Stella, now Lady St. John, since her husband was knighted, raise her hand to assault the policeman but she did not see, when she hit the policeman.  She lied.   The magistrate verbally abused Stella found her guilty and she accepted the favour of not having it recorded on her criminal record and there she let the matter drop.

“You think I will let people think that I am on a rich woman side against poor black people.” The Pan Africnaist said, when told that it was his duty to tell what he saw.  He never did.

              Saffie and Assad families are of two main Syrian families resident in the island.  They are Trinidadian and intermarried.  The Syrian/Lebanese community try to live larger than life.  A gambler-minister in the Democratic government allowed in Saffie’s father, who was said to be the first illiterate millionaire in Trinidad, to settle a gambling debt.  His businesses of gambling and prostitution needed no education,  He is patriarch of both families.  Assad is his wife’s brother from a poor family from Syria. 

              The wife is one of seven children of which the eldest sister born in Syria still cannot read or write English.  Saffie’s father set his wife’s family up in a gambling business in Guyana and they made money. The wife’s family brought this money to the island and opened a betting shop.  Saffie’s father beat and abused his wife because he could and all along he kept mistresses; one for a lifetime.  Saffie is a son of this unhappy marriage.  The stories of the formative years of these two families are of sexual escapades and a lack of manners - home training - and self-discipline.  They did as they pleased.  They took advantage of their punters and manipulated government’s hierarchy.

Assad and Saffie were the two most eligible bachelors of the families.  At seventeen Saffie could not take the life of abuse to which he and his mother were subjected.  He borrowed $20,000.00 of his father’s money from her and set up a betting house for English racing across a street from his father’s, in a urine-smelling alley.  He prospered. 

Assad, when his sister was being beaten with a horsewhip jumped on her husband’s back.  The husband drew a gun and pulled the trigger.  The shot missed and ever since there has been a rift between the families nevertheless no matter they stand united against the rest of the island’s community.  The two families compete to see which one can make more money and the faster. 

Saffie accused one of his uncles of using water trucks to wet the race-track the night before the most prestigious horse race, which caused his horse, called Peace Envoy to lose because it did not like a soft track.   Peace Envoy came back the next year with the same jockey and won and Saffie insisted, in public that it was the soft track of the year before. 

Rivalry came out of the success of a fast food restaurant chain started by Assad’s family.  They made a lot of money and opened branch after branch and from there they branched out into the one-armed bandit business.  They have made a fortune aided by government protection. 

The two families wheeled and dealt their way into power.  They sat on fences and greased their way with whichever party was in government then did everything to keep that party in power.  They pull purse strings of politicians of both parties.  Things changed, when the Democrats lost and Labour came in. 

Casino gambling was illegal but the families were so sure that it would be legalised that they brought in gambling tables and foreign croupiers to train local girls.  Tables were housed in a basement of a family’s hotel.  When Dean of the Anglican Cathedral organised against casinos and crashed that idea the tables were sold and taken out to sea and transferred to another ship.  The Labour Prime Minister was involved but his murder forced them to change their tactics.  Hence they courted the brother of the deputy Prime Minister and weaved him into their web of deals.  The Labour government recently sold them government land under market value because, as a higher-up and close-up government ally suggested, they financed the last elections for Labour.

              The Labour Attorney General, as the poor people, who sold food in the nearby bus stand next to head office of their business, testify spent most mornings upstairs there and he and his wife, a judge, are entertained on weekends regularly at Assad’s beach house.

Saffie married a brunette now blonde, mixture of German Jew and Cherokee Indian, from Michigan with a BA degree in English Literature from Michigan State University.  When Saffie comes home he wanted his wife to be there.  If he arrives unexpectedly she must come to immediately.  She is allowed no friends to the house and he dislikes her to talk on the telephone. 

Unlike Anna, who was in a more forceful and prominent position in the community - she taught at an elite school and therefore Assad could not afford to rub parents or children a wrong way and had to confine his abuse to certain perimeters.  Saffie degrades his wife any which way and everywhere and is no respecter of person, place or time.

Anna was born in Trinidad and lived in Jamaica.  Her father’s mother, Anastasia Gallovea, was Czechoslovakian.  Anastasia was part of the Barusch movement, which started in Czechoslovakia.  It was the first resistance to Hitler’s Third Reich.  Chamberlain sacrificed the movement in his appeasement of Hitler.  Anastasia was not a Jew but was thrown into the Auschwitz concentration camp for her involvement in the movement.  She was scheduled for the ovens but the Germans pulled her out because she was a surgical nurse  to tend to their wounded soldiers. 

She saved the lives of her daughter and a Jewish friend,who were also at Auschwitz.  She threw them naked onto a truck filled with dead bodies, hid clothes between corpses for them, instructed them that the truck would dump its load at a location that night but bulldozers would not arrive to bury the bodies until the next morning.  The girls played dead until they were dumped and the truck left; they picked themselves up and escaped into the forest. 

The war ended but Anastasia remained in Prague to continue the fight, when her son and other family immigrated to the Caribbean.  Anna ended up in Jamaica, where she married Bjorn Bjerkham. They had two children. There she worked for Metro Goldwyn Meyer (MGM) as Yvette Mineux’s, the actress, stand-in and appeared in the movie “The Mercenaries” starring Rod Taylor and Jim Brown; she was the Silver Top Gin Girl; advertised dairy products and was the Lipton’s Tea Girl.  She came to Barbados.  Her husband was unfaithful; the marriage broke and she found herself in Assad’s arms.

Saffie’s wife, like Anna, is good-looking. She was intrigued by Saffie’s lifestyle - the bodyguard and the briefcase chained to the hand.  Soon both young women discovered about these two young men’s need to make them feel small, turn then into nothing; dominate them and make them useless.

In my case it was about:

FREEDOM AND JUSTICE

              “You have to stop writing your books. You see they nearly kill your son this time.  If you do not stop writing they are going to kill him.” Said my lawyer, who has obviously no feelings.  A Queen’s Council, who is also a Dr. not of law but West Indian history, caused and allowed the brutality, which my son and I received, when he took seven years to get my case before the courts.   He created the impression of a woman, who stands alone and is therefore outside of the law and so in reaction to the words in my books, blood ran from my son’s nose, his cheek broken in three places, from a blow to the face with a brick by a low class black man whom Zionist used.

“Let us win one case first then we will find conspiracy charges against the Attorney General.”  He had persuaded and then he held me to ransom.  My Q.C. is also a disgraced Labour ex-minister, a pawn to them and part of their travelling road show.   They look for more avenues to amass more money and have shown that they have not a clue about the principles a government must adhere to if it is to avoid at least the perception of corruption.  They are unable to deal with the present political crisis.

“What about freedom and liberty?” My middle class friend, Tito, asked him.

              “Nobody in Barbados interested in freedom and liberty.”

He has a mouth, he can say anything he feels but if it were him, then he would believe in justice.  He has never been put under fire but, when he receives the end of the stick it will be seen if he believes in justice or not. The plaintiff is the person, who believes in justice not the defendant.  He is of course, concerned about his own freedom and liberty.   Freedom, in some cases, is a matter of knowing a good lawyer and the whole bunch of politicians are lawyers; fail as a lawyer then go into politics.

They do not give a fart in a hurricane about the island and are there to line their pockets and to provide government contracts, jobs and houses for their supporters.  Make your packet and when the time comes escape off the island; live off dividends with your wife and, of course, hope that, where they go will be freedom,  liberty and justice.   

He could afford to reign back and puts his feet on his desk and say: “There ain’t no middle class anymore everybody middle class now.  We take care of that.” 

              “He should be given a tin desk.”  I thought of his desk carved from a beautiful mahogany tree.   

I was brought up and trained in an era, where we accepted and believed that if some one had not broken any written law they were safe and the government - the only one, who can arrest being roughly called the government - would detain accused and put them before the court.

Fear comes from an era, where everything an individual does or says is criticised in some way and governments try to show that the system cannot be beaten.   They believe that they can exhaust me but I went on to win my first case; that was once - and I will beat them twice and again and again. 

“I want that.”  Adrian Lovell, the marshal in charge admitted, a marshal said in front of him, and pointed to my son’s boxing bag.  When they left they took my son’s complete gym with them - weights, punching bag everything disappeared.

“Blacks carrying it,” a female marshal said.  “We cannot afford people like you to suppress we.”

              “If you barely miss and touch me, I am going kill you.”  Said another larded female marshal.  “You was somebody but you ain’t nobody now.  You ain’t got any money.  We got you now.”  Chorused  male and female.

Ioka, a Rastafarian acquaintance, said that, when police arrested her she mouthed off and one ran towards her and, she said, she thought that he would stamp on the wall next to her to scare her but instead he landed his two feet into her abdomen.  They did the same to me only in a different way, these men and women, who derive enjoyment from inflicting pain. 

My Q.C has not brought a case against the Attorney General as yet although he has a certificate from a prison doctor that I was beaten.   He told me that he had lost it at one time without a thought of what that reaction would have to me, my son and my family. 

These things take place because most women are like Saffie’s wife, weak-willed, will crack, and will say anything under pressure otherwise she would have beaten Saffie long ago. 

They are not exposed because the editors of newspapers, who should do their jobs and write about these mistakes take favours from the rich and forceful, who step in with their money and what should be reported is not.               

The state of freedom and democracy is immature and  editors and  journalists have no moral restrains -  publishers bedded several woman on staff;  journalist accused of rape and publishers paying out victims.   An editor, Roxanne Gibbs, born in Guyana, and the sister-in-law of her husband’s brother mother-in-law, the wife of a permanent secretary involved with the disappearance in 1973, of a friend of the sister-in-law; when one columnist reviewed our book “Boys in the Band” that dealt with the matter told the writer that if she had realised that the journalist had written about the book she would have pulled the column even though she acknowledge that the column was not libellous.  Amazingly the journalist did nothing.  Gibbs started life as a secretary and moved ahead with speed and alacrity.  Her writing demonstrates what is obvious.

              My Q.C has done most of a handful of constitutional cases since independence so there is no choice for lawyers, who by their own admission are fearful of constitutional matters because they are semi-political and have to be by virtue that politicians are people that frame a constitution and change it. 

              There is no justice without discipline.  There are no standards or procedures adhered to by the High Court for behaviour and conduct of its officers.  Thirty people including ten lawyers waited for two hours for a judge, who hid in his chambers announced through his clerk that he had tripled booked and we, including Queen’s Counsels, would have to return to the registry for new dates.  These people can afford to sit oblivious of mankind for they produce nothing and work is undone.  They take eighteen years to give deeds; take  money first and it is impossible to get them to start. 

My QC destroyed justice, when he allowed a  case, which I finally won, against the Attorney General for a breech of  constitutional rights to take seven years to be heard.  A case so important that it was reported in the Caribbean Law Review and was about courts being used for political ends; it is about men, who shrink from no crime by which they can gain wealth and position.   These forces are burnt on the spit, when ground is stood an integrity and dignity is maintained.

THE CHIEF JUSTICE AND THE NYMPHOMANIC

              In 1973 police took over control and post independent corruption began in earnest under the Democrats with a disappearance of a young homosexual socialite and slaughter weeks later of a police station sergeant, who was in charge of the investigation and cracked this case.   The story goes that the morning that the sergeant requested arrest warrants and men and cars to execute those warrants, he was relieved of his duty and forthwith sent home.  What is certain is that soon after police officers with rifles led by a deputy commissioner of police arrived outside his home; shot and killed a bystander, one of his children, wounded another and executed him.  (See Boys in the Band by Tatanka Yotanka 1998)

The disappeared man was a lighting man for a large charity show, which included several models, dancers, Anna was a co-producer, and I was a model.  Many knew nothing of the behind-the-scenes, wild, private parties with homosexual members of the political establishment, lawyers, and lesbians.

Another producer of the show was my roommate and had recently returned from holiday.  When she recovered belongings, which she had left in the disappeared man’s home, she discovered there video recordings of the then Chief Justice, now recently deceased, in bed with little boys and the in-law of Gibbs, the aforementioned editor.  While others have kept quiet and were provided with irresistible contracts of mutual dependence this began the first grounds for years of harassment. 

My QC professed to know nothing of the Chief Justice’s predicament, nevertheless he, then a young lawyer and in the opposition Labour party was first to break the news, when he telephone another long time lover of the wife with the Chief Justice and told him that the man had disappeared and movies he had taken had been found.

The long time lover and the wife were young lovers before he had left to study abroad.   He had in the first place taken her away from the boyfriend, who would become  Chief Justice.  She wrote to him in England to say that she had taken up with a new man and that he had proposed marriage and asked what to do.  The angry answer was to do what she wanted and she married the man but on his return they continued to be intimate and so too did her earlier boyfriend, the Chief Justice and others. 

The wife had told the long time lover previously about the recordings and that the now-disappeared man had taken them to the Commissioner of Police and tried to use them as leverage to gain residency in the island for his Trinidadian lover, who had been refused previously.

After the conversation, the long time lover telephoned the wife and found her in a state of anxiety and in need of advice because police had questioned her three or four times while at her mother’s house.  He advised her to tell her husband and whatever her husband said she was to feign anger and cut him short.  She had some leverage in that he had taken her and showed her her husband’s love nest, which he built with the same house plans as his and his wife’s so that, when he was in either house he was, for all intents and purposes, in the same space.  Her husband, she reported back, said that if her name did not make it on the street then he would maintain the status quo but if her name became public he would kill her and shoot himself. 

The Solicitor General had telephoned an in-law of the wife’s and informed him of her appearance on tapes and  the longtime lover  also told her that she must tell her daughter and her son; to find any excuse to say that she and her husband had not been getting on from the inception of the marriage and that she had to look elsewhere for sex. 

              “They told lies on me.”  She told them.

A CASE OF TREASON

                  In the late 70’s the Labour Prime Minister wanted to pretend that an international small arms broker and MI6 agent, Sydney Burnett-Alleyne, planned to invade the country and my QC brought up a bill in parliament to try Burnett-Alleyne for treason.  The number of weapons, which the Martinique government listed in whose waters Alleyne was arrested could not have taken over a well-armed house so Labour lied.  They did not think that they would win another election and had to have some one to oppose so they built the Alleyne story with the intention to declare a state of emergency. 

It is a technique -  if there is a menace or threat then “vote for me,” who will protect from all these ills and woes or else the threat will burst open.   Lots of governments have done and do the same thing.  Bush, the son, is doing it.  Everybody threatens the United States of America and he has succeeded because people have turned away from a real issues and will vote for him. 

In later years, when questioned for a book about the issue, my Q.C. claimed that he did not know any details of the matter but that the Prime Minister told him to table the motion and he did so with no accompanying information for a crime that would bring a death sentence.   That behaviour is lackey, a running dog that will do what it is told to do. 

Our parliament cannot operate without these kinds of people: the Labour Prime Minister was a master at that far better than his father, the first black Premier, who was simple and had he not been black man would not have made it to Premier.   The father became Prime Minister of the West Indies Federation and succeeded in destroying it. 

THE FEMALE MAGISTRATE

              There are two kinds of lawyers in the island: one is a cowboy; cowboy because he knows, who the good guy is and who is the bad guy, so he does not have to hear any evidence.  They are usually trained at the University of the West Indies.  The others are trained at the Inns of Court in London and do not know, who is the bad boy and have to listen to evidence. 

This natural justice is pooh-poohed:  get in power and you can say anything - you pass a Bill and in that bill you say that Angela Cole is guilty and she is automatically convicted.  The Bill is called a Bill of Attender.  

The rule at Common law in England was that the king could do no wrong - the king cannot be guilty of treason because the king cannot be disloyal to the king but Oliver Cromwell brought Charles I into the House of Commons to have a trial and Charles  said:

              “I am the King I can do no wrong;” Cromwell brought in a Bill of Attender, which said that Charles I was guilty of treason and Charles was convicted.  Cromwell said he was guilty and so he was beheaded. 

Very few lawyers in the island know legal history; they do not read but find questions and ready answers.  Those, who went to law school have pre-digested notes made up from previous examination, taken the last ten years questions, got answers, read them, went into and passed their exams.  They know not about the Court of Pie Powder (a corruption of the French word for foot and a special court created for merchandising)

When she could not get at me she harassed my son:  “You are your mother’s caretaker.”  She put my son in docks and told him that he was responsible for me because he signed a BDS$700.00 bail.  For the third time she sent her thieving marshals for whom she signed an illegal warrant.   Leader of this gang, the Chief Marshall, has been subsequently held on charges of theft for other instances to other people during the execution of his duties.

“Why can’t you send the marshal to his home?” My son’s head master said.  A third time they came for him.  “You are harassing this young man and you are harassing the children and the school.”

              “You are not fulfilling your responsibility.  What is wrong with your mother?” She continued.

              “I am not going to talk about my mother in open court.” My son said.  

Once again my QC had waited until the evening before to tell me through his secretary after I called that he would not be in court.  There was no excuse and he had no arrangements for a junior to attend court nor had they notified the court. 

“When I leave the island, I organized for my clients to see another doctor.  I have a responsibility to my clients.”   A doctor said.  I had shown him my wounds, which her marshals had inflicted on me and he gave me a certificate for stress that I could not attend court until my lawyer could attend court.  For this the magistrate sent the marshals for my son.

So many times did he disappear mysteriously and not turn up to court that the police did not believed that he was my lawyer. “He sick.” They said with a knowing laugh as my QC lost pounds rapidly, looked haggard and ill and was constantly out of the island, disappeared suddenly without explanation and was hospitalised with respiratory ailments. 

It is reasonable to ask what sickness my QC has since he gets worst and from all the drugs he would have to have pumped into him the side effects will make him less accurate.   The statements he has made e.g.  “It is only the middle class that interested in the drug trade.”   “If you have slot machines you may as well have casino gambling,” have been referred to by columnists in the context of AIDS: one wrote that what he said was the equivalent of someone with Herpes being told by a doctor to have unprotected sex with someone, who is HIV positive.  

              The female magistrate has signs of childhood malnourishment: emaciation, bony calves and narrow shoulders. She sucked her teeth and began her morning session late as she always did.  Her voice was most upsetting: nasal tone, grammatical syntax, rhythm and vernacular.   

              “Send he up fuh three weeks.”  She grunted.    “Wuh yu got?  Yu can’t pay wid a house.  Wuh you got dat wurth dat.”

              “Can you speak in a proper manner?”   I asked when my turn came.

              “I wud send you up to jail.”  She said. 

              “She suffers from asthma and you lucky she did not pick her nose in front of you.  Her voice is something else.”  Another police officer said.

She is a new West Indian campus lawyer that the politician promised, if elected, free education but did not care and in the name of egalitarianism let standards drop.  These new lawyers think: four years at the university, two years at the law school, sell yourself to the authorities and into the care of a political party, manage to get membership in a masonic lodge and get ahead: money, mortgage and an expensive car.  They are without knowledge of themselves; do not study the law of the island; do not search records; know nothing of local history; are ignorant, idle, lazy and shallow.  The lawyering class is an obstacle because they will not risk anything for themselves or anybody.

“There is a hierarchy.”  Said an old British trained lawyer.  He claimed that this  magistrate was his friend and that he telephoned her for bail for a Syrian drug dealer second time he was charged with running hundreds of thousands of dollars in cocaine and she gave him bail on the telephone.  That drug runner is now serving a life sentence for trafficking. 

This same woman signed an order in her court on a case that was brought already in the High Court. 

EARLY DAYS

              There is a need to replace Plato not to copy him and as Augustus said:  “I am that which I am.”  We are that which is divine, poets and having climbed to the top of a mountain one does not jump off from where one walked up.  Our circumstances do not define us for :-

Before 1970, British Overseas Airways Corporation, (BOAC), was allowed to monopolize the Atlantic route to and from the entire Caribbean. The Barbados/London route was completely controlled.  BOAC charged twice the rate and sometimes three times the rate per mile that they charged on other international routes.  With high fares and mail carrying contracts they had no great desire to expand into a rapidly emerging mass tourism market.  Travel to London from Barbados was therefore limited to mainly the rich and a few reduced emigrant one-way fares, which they sold on some flights for locals, who wanted to emigrate.  International Caribbean Airways (ICA) would soon change all that.

I left school in 1965 and worked until 1970 with British West Indian Airways (BWIA), which handled BOAC and Leeward Island Air Transport (LIAT), in all aspects of the airline from reservations, controls, greeting and meeting VIPs at the airport and managing their offices at the Hilton Hotel and the West Coast.      

In December 1970 I stood at the arrival gates of Seawell International Airport and watched the first International Caribbean Airways (ICA) flight, a Boeing 707, from London and Luxembourg, land.  When the passengers disembarked the Prime Minister and also Minister of Civil Aviation, Errol Barrow, walked up the back steps of the aircraft and came down the front steps to flash bulbs of publicity and glory of hard work.  Thus a friendship began.   I had arrived to ICA months before the first flight and was given desks and a teleprinter and from that I organized marketing, sales, reservations and communications. 

A socialite from Bristol, main organizing power and  Managing Director, Major Norman Ricketts looked for someone, who understood all aspects of airline business.  Ricketts, with connection to the Grand Duchy of Luxemburg and the Bahamas, marketed the set up and persuaded the Grand Duchy to grant airline rights to land in Luxembourg on inexpensive fares just as they had done with International Air Bahamas a few years earlier.  He also convinced P.M. Errol Barrow to allow him landing rights.   Ricketts devised the image of the airline, and he loved a combination of beauty and brains.  It was in his genes. 

In the 18th Century, Governor Ricketts of Jamaica, Norman’s forefather, created a furore in the island, when he brought his mulatto mistress to live in a house at his offical residence at Government House, when he became Governor of Barbados.  Not only did Rickett treat her as his wife he gave dignity balls at Government House.  A dignity ball was an affair, which mulatto women threw and only white men could attend.  The society of planters complained bitterly of Ricketts but the people loved him.     

“This is the person I told you about.  She could set up your airline for you.”  The good looking manager of the Hilton, introduced me to Ricketts one day on the beach at his hotel, where my roommate and I spent most Saturday mornings before we moved to the west coast beaches.

The airline began as Caribbean International Airways but when it was realized that the acronym was CIA the name was changed.  After an interview the reservations and sales supervisor post was offered to me.  The other employee other than the manager, who had run Air Malta and myself, was a secretary, who had no airline experience. 

“Stop your checks behind me.  You hired me to do a job and if I do not perform properly then fire me but leave me alone.” 

An arms dealer, Geoffrey Edwards, provided start-up money, which was not a lot.  ICA would serve the Barbados/Luxembourg/London route fortnightly.  Along with Freddie Laker’s aeroplanes we set up a cost-saving structure that allowed bargain fares, at a profit, on the Barbados/Luxembourg/Barbados sector.  

Freddie Laker was a maverick, whose early career epitomised an entrepreneurial, buccaneering spirit, which the airline industry was rapidly losing to the international airline cartel, International Airline Transport Authority, (IATA).  Laker came from a working class background in Kent, and flew  as a pilot and engineer in World War II.  After the war he bought some old planes from BOAC, and used them in the 1948 Berlin airlift, a chance windfall for lone air operators.  His operation was eventually bought out, in 1960, by the new British United Airlines, which the Tory Government encouraged to compete with the state airlines.  Laker became chief executive of BUA, and there developed his style of raising money and bargaining with governments.  Half of BUA’s revenue was provided by troop transport contracts.  In 1965, at forty-three years old, he left BUA and set up his own Laker Airways to cater for the new package holiday market and used second hand planes to undercut prices of big airlines.  In 1969 he leased two Boeing 707s, and began flying charters across the North Atlantic.  A long and bitter war by the big airline cartel ensued as they tried to maintain their monopoly of exclusive routes and high fares. 

IATA, in 1953, stipulated that scheduled international flights, be run by airlines flying a national flag, and that all charters or non-schedule flights across the Atlantic could only be permitted for groups and clubs with an authentic “affinity.”  The rule was impossible to enforce but kept all scheduled cross Atlantic flights in the hands of the big airline cartel.  In the fifteen years after the enforcement of this rule, charter companies grew up outside the cartel, undercut scheduled airlines and usher in an age of a tourist market. 

Some “affinities” as they were called were genuine, reuniting immigrant families across the Atlantic, but a whole industry grew up to devise and advertise dubious clubs, which could qualify for cheaper charter fares.  The game reached a climax in 1971, when an American Group called The Left Hand Club was raided on their aircraft and a quarter of the passengers were ordered off for dubious affinities.  The travelling public insisted on trying every form of charter.  Eventually affinity rules were abandoned and scheduled airlines competed with charters, using an advanced purchased excursion fare call APEX.  In 1971 a bitter controversy  raged between charters and big airlines that decided the fate of international tourism.  

In order to qualify for scheduled Atlantic flights under IATA rules, ICA proposed a loose agreement with the Democratic government, to test the viability of the venture so as to allow the airline to go into a government majority share, after an initial run of private ownership.  Passengers were transferred on to a North East plane, which flew from Luxemburg to London.  The combined fares of the two flights were far below the Barbados to London IATA fare.

International Caribbean Airways wet leased - meaning all expenses were covered by Laker -  a flat price to operate each flight.  Under the terms of the wet lease, a Laker plane was painted and redesigned with the logo of ICA and was hosted up front by ICA staff, adorned in their Ricketts-designed uniforms.  Laker tried to schedule our flights on the aircraft painted with the ICA logo.  On the times that it was in use somewhere else another Laker plane, was used.  The use of our painted aircraft on his other routes was free publicity.  

We specialize in close personalized service, avoided the cost of buying and maintaining aircraft, yet operated under IATA rules as a scheduled flight.  We appointed general sales agents all over Europe, the Caribbean and South America.   Air Charter Market, and TransEuropa Germany’s largest tour companies soon began weekly block bookings; we arranged special fares based on these block bookings. 

I controlled everything except financing: how ticketing was done, how to outfox BOAC, whose intention was to stop us - established and managed reservations and sales, designed all necessary office documents, drawing heavily from my days at BWIA but with improved formats and methods, hired staff and coordinated the London and Luxembourg reservation offices, the effective running of our General Sales Agents in the islands and as far as Caracas, Guyana and Surinam and devised ways to send and keep tract of messages from Venezuela to Lebanon.                 When  flights had too few pasengers to make the flight economical, they were re-routed on BOAC and we paid the difference until after a few months the flights began to fill.

Soon we were up to three flights a week and wide-bodied aircraft.  Along with the emigrant community in London, the English were some of the first to take up our cheaper fares and it was not long before even Princess Margaret, known for her tightness and attracted by the fare, travelled to and from Barbados, when she had to pay her own fare.  She spent the lay-over time in Luxembourg with the Grand Duchy.  The British with houses in Barbados, like farmers from Kent, who built on the Holders Hill polo ridge, and others I  gave cheaper APEX fares from London even though the qualification was not met.  This I did as a marketing tactic. 

Germans used ICA to connect to South America, and the South Americans came to travel to Europe.  The people of the islands, Trinidad, Grenada, St. Vincent, St. Lucia made connections to our flight - all in order to use the inexpensive fare.  We had a flourishing trade through Paramaribo, Surinam to Holland. 

To be cost effective, there was no town office - it was less expensive to pay travel agents commissions.- only a small airport office with a small highly trained staff, able to be reservation and ticketing staff in the day and station assistants capable of checking in passengers when the flights arrived.  The configuration of the aircraft was changed:   first class was taken out and the maximum number of economy seats allowed by IATA installed.  The integrity of the image was maintained by having on-board literature printed with ICA’s logo and Laker Airways literature removed.  Four Barbadians girls were hired, beautiful white, beautiful black and beautiful oriental and mixed raced.  They were trained and placed up front to serve passengers and Laker hostesses, included in the wet lease, were placed in the backgroound.

I beat BOAC at their own game.I found ways to write the Luxemburg/London portion of the journey on North East Airlines on  an acceptable ticket.  At first I wrote the portion on BWIA and LIAT tickets and BOAC, who owned North East found a rule by IATA to stop the LIAT tickets.  Then they found another IATA rule to stop the BWIA ticketing.  Then I collected the BWIA ticket at the airport and wrote one Miscellaneous Charges Order to pay North East for all passenger tickets for the connecting flights and got the passengers ticketed on arrival in Luxembourg.  I kept one step ahead.  I sat in the North East office in Brussels apologised and took the blame for mistakes I deliberately made.

Later, an English ex-patriate, took over the sales department: reservations and operations were too vital to change me. The two of us arranged the first promotional tour ever of Europe in 1972 - Luxembourg, Munich, Frankfurt, Zurich, West Berlin, Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Dusseldorf, and Brussels  - and took along the Tourist Board and the Hotel Association. 

There’s a brown girl in the ling

Tra la la la la

There’s a brown girl in the ling

Tra la la la la

There’s a brown girl in the ling

Tra la la la la

Tra la la la la

For she loves sugar and I love spice

Show me your motion

You think I making fun

Show me your motion

You thinking I making fun

For she loves sugar and I love spice

              “The things I do for my country.”  I said.  Complaints about there being prettier and younger girls than me to the director of the show were to no avail.  She took one look and consigned me to be the “Brown Girl in The Ling.”    That meant to parade in a bikini as centre attraction of the first number every other Saturday night at a Hilton hotel fashion show.

Sometimes ICA held important meetings of executives with tour operators and representatives from as far a field as Lebanon.  I attended those meeting, ran home, washed my hair, and became part of the fashion show at the Hilton, to which my bosses and agents were invited. 

The two lives met, mixed and intermingled very well.

 Under my stewardship the airline increased arrivals from Europe by 30 percent but I was fired, when a new black, Barbadian manager took over.  The major airline power and influence in the West Indies was British Overseas   Airways Cooperation (BOAC) now British Airways, (BA) and the British gosvernment was to all extents and purposes its owner.  The forces  that dominate had decided  that the Caribbean could only support one feeder airline, namely BOAC, and thereby decided to eliminate all others by foul means and they succeeded beyond their wildest dreams. 

Later I discovered that BOAC had paid BWIA to not operate from the  Caribbean to London. The airline was destined to die..  The Labour government came to power and it was done on the cheap.  The best thing to do was to get a Zionist, who had been charged with trafficking marijuana, and my QC, the new chairman of the airline, when he was the government minister responsible for international travel to kill the airline.  Thirty years later the people, who have benefited from that work are the British, who pay half as much to holiday here as West Indians pay to holiday in Britain and everyone says:  “You cannot do anything about it.  That is how it is.”

What My QC did

“A bizarre Caribbean Airways financial scheme has been uncovered committing the Barbados Government to paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for empty seats flown to this island by Birgenair and a German tour operator.  However, as result of on-going investigations, the project appears to have been aborted before take-off.  Nevertheless, questions are being raised as to why this island’s representatives considered saddling Barbados with such a log-sided deal.   … The entire Caribbean Airways board resigned recently in the wake of allegations of inappropriate and excessive spending by the board.” The Barbados Advocate 15th June 1995.

              A point in assessment of people, not on basis of class but on the basis of development and culture.   It takes a lot more to be a lawyer than to pass an exam.  If people have not developed themselves to a certain level of understanding it does not matter if they have heaven and earth or did or did not get a law degree or pass a law   examination or did not study the whole course of thirteen subjects and did not get a LLB or a Doctor of Laws or did not qualified and eat his dinners.  It is about allowing oneself to be a slave and to make others slaves.  This is a very difficult position to sell to people like my QC, who not only was forced to resign as chairman of the board of the airline but was forced to resign in disgrace as a minister because of his lying over the airline.

              “Board member Ms. Elaine Gooding who is also Dr. Cheltenham’s secretary was away on holiday when this newspaper tried to reach her … Apart from financial details published yesterday, our investigations also reveal that the identities of members of the airline’s full board of directors were not known by government until after the Advocate’s report was published.  These directors include the secretary in Dr. Cheltenham’s law office” … The Barbados Advocate June 1995

Miss Gooding could not have qualified to be a director and did not even have the qualifications of an employee.                Sexual intercourse to gain power goes back to  pre-Roman time of the Greeks when they did it to get to the top and had to learn to be a “good woman.”  The Greek Empire had artisan women, who worked by “do so an so for me and get a work out.”

A telephone call to my QC’s office found Miss Gooding at the other end of the line and no matter if it was me or another lawyer’s secretary or Saffie’s wife or a fellow journalist she abused.  

“They think they are lawyers.”  Said one top lawyer’s secretary who said she had long refused to speak with Miss Gooding who also was loosing weight and was very ill.  “Everybody knows I sick.” Gooding said.

“There are things that you do not like to do that you must.  Dr. Cheltenham cannot go to court tomorrow and I have not seen Mr. Scott so I do not know if he can come with you. You just go and I will call when you get there and get an adjournment.”  Said Sophie, my QC’s twenty-eight year old secretary the day before a scheduled court appearance when she tried to hide that her boss was ill again.

              “Sophie, I called to find out when is my next court date.”

              “Mrs Cole, I do not know what to tell you.  You did not go to court on Thursday like I told you.”

              “Why are you abusing me because I chose not to do something you told me to do.”

Greek whores were fighters and did not spare the sword, when they get to the top they try to get rid of more attractive, more intelligence women because they feared  men would want them. Individuality, audacity, courage and bravery, strong will, free speech such characteristics, they seek to destroy. 

It is a New World Order - a class war:  past-envy and resentment against the middle class.  In early days, when there was give and take and people were much closer to each other; they knew one another better; they knew how far they could go and only went that far.  Universal franchise meant that everybody had a vote and politicians tried to level down the classes, that are identified still by family, background and tradition  

They know their family’s history for generations and have connections to sustain them. They are not only known by money, houses and cars as so many blacks are - big car, big house to make a point; it means something to them - an achievement and to lose it is like some one, who has had his doctorate taken away. 

              “In order to achieve a totally predictable economy the low-class element of the society must be brought under total control, i.e., must be housebroken, trained, and assigned a yoke and long-term social duties from a very early age, before they have an opportunity to question the propriety of the matter.  In order to achieve such conformity, the lower-class family unit must be disintegrated by a process of increasing preoccupation of the parents and the establishment of government-operated day-care centres for the occupationally orphaned children.  The quality of education given to the lower classes must be of the poorest sort, so that the mote of ignorance isolating the inferior class from the superior class is and remains incomprehensible to the inferior class.  With such an initial handicap, even brighter lower class individuals have little if any hope of extricating themselves from their assigned lot in life.  This form of slavery is essential to maintaining some measure of social order, peace and tranquillity for the ruling upper class.”   …Behold a Pale Horse by William Cooper.

              This excerpt is from a secret document of the New World Order.  It is classified as Top Secret and titled Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars, an introductory programming manual, Operations Research, Technical Manual TM-SW79061. 

NATURAL JUSTICE

              My QC turned out to be a good courtroom hack and very capable but what was seen of him in court was what was induced by this lawyer’s training for as soon as he took off his robes his behaviour changes.  In the court room he abused no one and called no one names.  He presented laws and precedents to support his arguments and was helpful to the judge. 

The lawyer from the Attorney General laughed at his presentation, could not find his documents and borrowed copies from us.  On the opening day he did not present a brief.  He took off his shoes and mashed the heel with his feet.  He gesticulated with opened hands continuously and sucked his teeth and questioned documents, which he himself prepared and signed.  With dyed hair falling into patches he muttered “foolishness” under his breath and rocked back and forth with phoney laughter.   At the end of the day the judge asked if he could expect his brief by the next day. 

                 “They concocted this affidavit.”  He charged.

The judge told him that he must be capable of more elegant language and pointed out that the affidavit was filed one year before the Attorney General filed theirs so that was not possible.  A marshal, who was present in the court that day, whose uniform made him look for something on which to feel superior.  He moved around the court in two-minute intervals, fidgeted; looked and scowled and came closer.  “I am in charge here.  If you want to do anything in this court you have to ask me.”

“Fuck off!”  I mouthed as he came close and the judge looked somewhere else. 

My Q.C. argued that natural justice was elementary decency and fairness, that a magistrate cannot look at someone; do not tell them a word or ask a question; do not ask the person for an explanation and decide that they are guilty.  The Attorney General argued that laws of natural justice were not universal and did not apply to me.  He argued that incarceration meant no loss of liberty, was a benefit and a magistrate has right to do as he pleased in his court.  The Attorney General clearly thinks that he has law and he can do with it as he wants and that included dragging me before a court in a night dress and barefooted - as a clerk of that court recorded in her affidavit and having his police officers comment on my breast and lack of panties.  They believe that women are their bitches, “beards” or high-class sluts. 

Saffie’s wife, Jerri Hall and Lady St. John and many other women have betrayed themselves in face of threats and allowed such behaviour to go unpunished. Anna was quiet because of her children and threats.  

These forces are difficult to go against because society is in a pursuit of a fast buck and full of uncaring people while ministers are increasingly under an illusion that parliamentary statue is the sole source of law, which means they believe they make law but behind statue is  precedent-based common law, which predates Parliament.  Behind common law are principles of natural justice, which are foundations of judicial review.  These are basic rules of fair play such as a requirement to hear both sides.  Since the origins of parliament, judges have used these principles to decide what they believe parliament has done and they are a real protection against arbitrary powers. 

PERVERTED JUSTICE

              I was awarded a paltry $35,000.00.  The law in Barbados gave six weeks to appeal and no time limit to be paid by government and the then Attorney General telephone to say that he had approved my payment but he left on vacation for the month and filed an appeal before he left. 

I wanted to appeal the low sum but my Q.C. said that since the Attorney General had appealed that matter would be dealt with under this appeal.  After more than a year he then advised that the Attorney General was no longer going to appeal and that it was too late for me to put in my appeal.  He played me for an ass with theoretical babble.  He has not got police nor the Attorney General to look into the theft nor has he got them on police brutality.   It is his duties as a lawyer to report any criminal act of which he knows but he has accepted the selective justice meted out to me and my family.  He filed a case against the Attorney General for the theft but  not about my brutalization and the three years limit has passed he said he could file later and two years later has not. 

“The quickest way to get any Barbadian lawyer to work if you are a woman is to give him a piece of pussy.” Said Mr. Brown, the Attorney General’s lawyer, who defended the case. 

It is this obsession with sex that sees political elite bedding their friend’s women and wives.  One magistrate sat in court and sexually harassed witnesses.  He called them back and told them how lovely they looked and advised accused with whom they came to bring them back into court.

              “When these women let you get away with that behaviour I hope you do not bring it to me.”  I said.  He threatened to charge me with contempt to court.

              Compounding all of this is an attitude of males towards widespread lesbians, in parliament and a network of high profile lesbians.

              “I see how two women can get to like each other.”  Mr. Brown continued.

              She was a hairdresser and model whose theme song was Tom Jones’  “Daughter of Darkness..”   Her salon was just as her home.  She is still beautiful, dark-skinned with long and kinky hair, skinny, long legs and when she modelled shorts she always wore them over a pair of long pants; in later years she gained weight and was able to take off the pants.  She was darkly-attractive, always wore black and her home was decorated with prints of wild cats. In that free atmosphere of sex in the 70s she was freest and darkest.   She bedded men and women freely, equally and openly and usually lived with a man, who accepted her lifestyle.  There were a host of younger women, who were her girls.

“I used to ……. that, left right and centre.” She said as a female magistrate, who had introduced herself as: “I went to school with you; I was two years younger but you would not know me, I was not anybody then,”  left the salon.  Next time she saw me in her court  and she did not speak.  

“........  tell me to tell you that she sorry that she did not speak to you in court, but she say to say nothing and she will fix everything.”  The Daughter of Darkness telephoned to say hours later.

              “How dare she offer to corrupt the justice system.  Tell her to fuck herself.”  Later the same magistrate threatened to jail my innocent son.   It was another lesbian-behaving magistrate, who remanded me. 

Lesbians ganged up.  Bull-dyke women paraded me and at the prison everything was designed and done to demoralise.  I saw a woman’s flesh being eaten by worms and men making women live in hell.  Politicians should guard against such corruption in the judiciary but how can they when the Attorney General fosters corruption and torture.   The court has not protected its dignity. 

The Attorney General became Chief Justice and a new female Attorney General took over and refused to pay. Most lawyers receive awards in two months.  The only recourse was to take the government to the Privy Council in London at enormous expense.               

My Q.C got me out of jail but much to my annoyance, decided to go through the back door and speak to the new Attorney General and begged her to pay me. I wanted nothing to do with that.  A court has been used in a most undignified way.  If court fines and the fine is not paid then the court jails the guilty until the fine is paid because that is a direct challenge to the court’s authority; it is called contempt of court. 

The Supreme Court of Barbados made a decision and Attorney Generals should not be able to use the court because I write about them in my books.  The matter is between the court that is the crown and the person that has been told by a decision of a court that they have to do whatever a court decides.  The Attorney General should have been put away until she had purged her contempt.

My QC is not sincere - a hyena, which is family to the mongoose not as he looks family to the dog, is a coward.  Ha!  Ha!  Ha! - does not face a wildebeest alone; does not take that kind of chance but gangs-up.  The head hyena is always a female and it is difficult to trace a female line. The Attorney General, after my temper caused confrontations, paid. My Q.C.’s fees, paid for in the award, were more than my award. 

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

              The army’s flank had been destroyed and the fear was like Wellington’s.   My case is about a state’s right to look at somebody and tell without a word that they are guilty.

What my QC left out of the proceedings is that, out of an act of kindness, I inherited these thieving bailiffs and marshals who tried to steal a computer of Barbados’ greatest artist ever, Timothy Callender.  These men had gone into his house and stolen before and six weeks before his death he had come to my house on the compound, where he was in a process of obtaining assistance and in turn, after his death, Saffie’s wife and I would be raided by these men and women intent on thieving. 

Two days after Callender’s death a bailiff, who had been caught on a ladder outside Callender’s home in an attempt to steal, armed with a letter from a development Bank, a national organization, whose officer appears to have been in league with him, arrived at my house with no authority and I demanded he leave my fenced compound and did not run in a corner so he showed me what he could do through his police and magistrate buddies. 

His lodge buddies arrested me and his court buddy, a magistrate, said: “if you interfere with the sons you interfere with the father,” took away my rights.  Acting Magistrate Clyde Nichols’ decisions were wrong, “unreasonable, irregular, improper exercise of his power.  No magistrate could on the evidence reasonably or regularly or properly have formed such a decision.” His actions were unconstitutional. 

Over the years I have had cases brought against me and all have been dropped.  I have never been convicted.  Every lawyer that worked on my case refused to demand files, which Special Branch would have kept on me, which would have shown a conspiracy of many years. 

After the publication of The Boys in the Band -  members of the police entered bookstores and threatened proprietors to make them remove the book.  One bookstore owner capitulated because of a bank overdraft, one because his son was a closet homosexual another because she was a woman and was threatened with a visit to her home.  One told them to put it in writing and they never returned.

This is an infringement of constitutional rights to earn a living.  Books are my living  and are sought after not only in the island but overseas.  One person claimed to be a research officer of a big movie director and said that he would have been interested in making movies from my book.   There has been silence from that person.  

A lawyer overseas and former Solicitor General Woodbine Davis have ruled that the books are not libellous but are prima facie case of murder, which means that there is enough evidence that an Attorney General has to act to prove or disprove charges.  There is also the public right’s to know, instead Attorney Generals have devised all sorts of methods short of murder to destroy the writers.

These actions stem from those that evidence shows should be on trial for murders, conspiracy to murder and aiding and abetting.  There is no statue of limitation on murder so these matters remain justifiable and charges can be brought at any time. 

The Attorney General’s lawyer wore his lodge ring.  Every legal officer, except my Q.C. that dealt with my case was a member of a Masonic lodge.   One we had written about as the lawyer in the book, Farnum’s Land, under the pen name Tatanka Yotanka. 

My investigations revealed him to be a member of a lodge that murdered a niece of the main protagonist of the book so efficiently that there was no autopsy report and there remains no death certificate.  Magistrate Nicholls tried to bum him on to me but I refused.  A few months later I saw the lawyer in the street and said “Is your name ............?’    

              “You should have asked my name then.”  He said.

He has been appointed a judge and was pictured in a newspaper and reported as having reached a 32nd degree of Freemasonry.  This means that he has had a sword placed to his heart, was blindfolded and took a blood-curdling oath, which said that he was to be loyal to his fellow lodge members up to and including murder and treason under pain of horrible death.               

After five dates all of which Alleyne did not turn up and after Nicholls took away my freedom Alleyne turned up and said.

              “She had enough. Drop the case.”  He ordered his co-conspirator.

              “Only if I could sue him.”  I said to my lawyer, who was half way across the court.

              “She ain’t had enough yet.  Put the case back on.”  And Nicholls did as he was told.   After three more appearances and Alleyne did not turn up Nicholls adjourned my case sine die.  My lawyer meekly did nothing and at my insistence had to apply to have it put back.  After a few more time Nicholls lied that Alleyne was out of the island.                “I saw him two days ago.” I lied.

Finally after many more times Alleyne came stood in the middle of the court the day and announced that he was “done with that” and Nicholls did just that - dismissed the case with a smile, did not apologise to me, did not bring a charge against the complainant for being a public nuisance and wasting the court time and my lawyer never said a word.  

BETRAYAL

              “I went with you to court every day in your case.  You have to come with me I cannot take any more abuse.”

              “I cannot call any more because I do not want to give my name.  Saffie might find out.” 

              “Saffie, I went with your wife to court, she should reciprocate now.”

              “Go fuck yourself.  You are a whore.”   He said.

              “Like your mother?”   I asked.

On this issue we parted but she returned to my home, when the same court marshals decided to plunder her too.  They used the same device to arrive at her wrought iron door, which was heavier and so they could not hammer the lock off before she reached a lawyer on the telephone.  She had to pledge $5,000.00 and the lawyer dealt with the matter.    

She had had a botched job done on her teeth by a local dentist and a new dentist in Arizona told her that crowns that the first dentist had placed on her teeth, which had dropped off and left her mouth in a serious state and for which she had paid thousands of dollars were substandard and not the permanent ones, which he had pretended them to be.  

She had written letters and there had been a dispute over $20,000.00 of the sum he had charged her.  The balliff said that they had delivered her a summons and she had not turned up for court, a judgment was made and they came to loot her for the $20,000.00

The day they said that they gave her a summons she had gone to a hairdresser and spent the day at my house and to prove this we was able to present  photograph that she had taken of my bruises with a newspaper for that day held next to them.   We were able to blow up the photograph so that the date was readable.  She had them cold and she was able to go to the high court and a judge adjourned the case.

SELL OUT

              With Richard the Lion Heart it was an eye for an eye that was when there was execution in England, before the Dark Age - kill and be killed - an injury for injury -  that was thought to breed respect.  Later an injury for injury was paid off in money that made things square - it was  called blood money and that became a basis for compensation in English law - the basic punishment in civil law - no imprisonment.  The use of the cat-o-nine-tail was abolished with Gladstone and the Victorians, which meant money was paid and that was the end of it.

Nicholls should have been fired  but he believes that he has paid me and he could drag me before him again in another charade.  He would have his way with me again and I would spend the next eight years of my life again trying to get justice.   I refused to appear in front of him and he refused to disqualify himself from the case as is legally required. It is called to recuse. 

My QC arranged to meet me outside the courtroom to have the case moved and never turned up.   He abused me on the telephone and put it down in my ear.  Finally I paid a man $1,000.00 to speak with him so I would have a witness.  My QC told the man it was unethical for Nicholls to deal with a case against me and he would go to court and fix it.   He lied and Nicholls as unbelievable as it seems issued a warrant to arrest me and my son for not appearing in front of him. 

STOP PRESS ... ... Nation Newspaper June 2007

EX- Chief Marshall Appealing

              “Former Chief Marshall Belfield McCollin is appealing his theft convictions and the fine, suspended sentence and community service he got for them.  Yesterday, the 55 year-old Mangrove Park, St. Philip, resident was in the Court of Appeal, where his attorney  *Sir Richard Cheltenham argued before Justice of Appeal Frederick Waterman, Justice of Appeal Peter Williams and Justice of Appeal John Connell.

              “Sir Richard put forward seven grounds of appeal including that the trial judge committed material irregularities in the course of his summation and that the judge erred in law when he omitted to assist the jury with the interpretation and analysis of McCollin’s unsworn statement.

              “Deputy Director of Public Prosecutions Donna  Babb-Agard and Senior Crown Counsel Allison Seale are appearing for the Crown. “McCollin was given a three-year sentence suspended for three yeas after he was found guilty  of stealing $9,965.00 from Government on December 12, 1997.

“In addition, McCollin was fined $15,000.00 in nine months, with an alternative of three years in prison and given 240 hours of community service. The presiding judge, Justice Christopher Blackman convicted, reprimanded and discharged McCollin on six other theft chares that totalled more than$6,000.00 taken between August 1999 and August 2000.”

              *My Q.C. is representing the man, who used his office as Chief Marshall with help and assistance of other legal entities and the courts to create fictitious legal situations to steal millions of dollars in property from his two clients, me and my son, for whom he filed a lawsuit against the Attorney General because the Chief Marshall Belfield McCollin actions, whom he is now representing.  

Chief Marshall McCollin beat up his client - written evidence of which this QC has from the prison doctor, which states that my injuries were consistent with a moderate beating and with the connivance of a female magistrate threw his client in jail  

My Q.C. has failed to file the lawsuit that he said he would when he accepted the cases.   The judge in the case is the same one that awarded me the paltry settlement and the case is being heard under the Chief Justice that was Attorney General, who I sued and won and has been the fountain-head of my case.  

The End             

In business, when right, ones do not take no for an answer but a regular Barbadian attitude was much prevalent in the situation recounted below.   Top men of the company Illuminat that used to be Geddes Grant, which is now owned by Neal and Massey, a Trinidadian company.  Trinidad has us; they have bought us over have merged and come under one heading.  The head here is  Michael Armstrong, the son of the first local chief of police.   The directors are: Anthony Yearwood, Keith Seale, Cherrie Ann Sealy Catwell, Anthony King, Keith Thomas and Senwick Reid and the salesmen involved are an Ince and a Lewis, two men.  A business call itself Illuminat, when the Illumatii consist of fascist ruling families or ruling royal blood of the European dynasty, who seek to take over the world’s economy.    

The directors and sales men follow through in the Barbadian internalisation of the ethics of the now exposed, degenerated, corrupt, greedy, destructive overdeveloped world   and can sell their soul but this does not gives them the right to mine or the whole island’s?  They do not understand that in business one does not give up.    The Japanese tell them something and they enforce it on this island.   There is not the gun but a matter of putting such men in a position and appeal to their lack of ethics. 

The Japanese control their own in not so democratic ways using education, economics and business and they intend to strangle the west, infiltrate and take over with by education and commercial technology.  Japanese are taken care of from the cradle to the grave by their employers and meanwhile their political dynasty oversaw, all the personal money that employees thought they had, disappear.  Japan is madly developing robots because soon, too many of their people are going to be so old.   

So well did salesmen, Ince and Lewis and director Anthony Yearwood and employees in New York internalise the Japanese ethic of built-in obsolescence - make something that is not lasting and according to the western world it done, buy a new one - that any question concerning the GR 1700 even an attempt to get left back spare parts or secondhand ones or information to repair or a manual was answered abruptly with:  “That machine is obsolete no more parts are made for it anymore.”  These people give up easily because some Japanese tell them something that does not make any sense.  

A common issue with technology now is that manufacturers determine how long they want to pursue their old technology (especially with soft-wear) when in the old days things lasted decades.  Now it is upgrade this and upgrade that and that puts finances in a spiral and creates challenge.  

In 1934, a friend’s father when he went to manage a plantation in the country there was no electricity from the power company but there was a diesel plant that could direct any amount of power; something broke and the people at the foundry said they could not make one and so his father  wrote the company in Bradford and said that he had one of their diesel engine and needed a part.   The company wrote back and said that they did not make those machines for a long time ago and that they were glad to know that one that old still worked and they sent the parts free on condition that they use the letter. 

Throw away items they are called. What is a throw away item? Throw away and we, the consumers pay for that.  Our government should not allow imports in unless we can get parts for a long time or a local supplier can make them. 

Illuminat is the sole agent for Risograph and in the Risograph GR 1700 is built-in obsolescence.  They are ten years old and least five people have the same problem - a cutter unit is broken and Illuminat says they cannot get any parts and are not prepared to solve the problem other than by buying a new machine from them.  It should be simple to get cutter units from another old machine, when the company is exposed to so many GR 1700 for they have a record of all the machines that they sold; they have a service contract on the machines all they have to do is go to a list on a computer.   

These machines are very popular so it is easy to imagine when a school decides to change a machine but Illumant wants me to do like the schools that waste our money:  use a machine for five years and the ministry will provide the money to buy another machine.  If the school does not request funds the next year funds are reduces and their budget is reduced so waste money.   

I have spent a lot of money buying ink and stencils over the years and somebody in Japan decides that it is time to spend money with “us” again.   A machine in pristine condition must be dumped in a landfill with an excuse from Mr. Ince, the salesman.  “We could not have known that after eight years Riso would do this to us.”  So why are they still dealing with the Japanese and why do they not feel responsible to find me a simple cutter unit? The Risograph replaced the old Gestetener machine, which lasted in schools for generations.    

Japan believes that by imposing their social structure business wise and economic wise on a society that society will fall in line.  They have embraced western forms of business and so forth but they made a big mistake, when they adopt the Malthusian system of society with its zero population growth for it has wiped them out - they are now a society of old people.  This came about in the 1800s in Europe.  Dr. Robert Thomas Malthus was one of the Illuminati; they can be called social engineers, and that  project  put forward  a programme in world education which  fosters zero population growth to control  the so-called over population of countries.  It is now out of control but they believe that they can take over the world, which is the purpose of their great advancement and pushing of robots.  If enough robots can be made to take over as much of the working force as possible and employ as little of the masses as possible, this will be cost efficient, which means more economic power and the world is based on economic power.  There is no need for robots but they believe that with greater control of people there will be segregation and along with deprivation wars will erupt and people will kill off themselves and they will end up winners in a society where they are gods but even those that control will be processed and they too will be destroyed and discarded just like the lower end of the society  -  get us to fight and destroy each other but with the present star wars mentality it is going to death of them too.   

What controls the company Illuminat in Barbados is ignorance.  Not ignorance of the - “I do not know” but the one that says - “I do not want to know.  Do not tell me that I do not want to know that.” 

Most so-called developed countries have scientific civil servants - people employed as civil servants, who are strictly scientist.  They may not be inventors or in the front of scientific research but they are there for the methodology, which means scientific methods and that scientific method could be applied to our economists our sociologists - all of them can use a scientist.   
 

“I done with that.” Mr. Chandler the head of the government’s Science and Technology said, he blamed people above him for what has to be part of his job.  He should  resign and let someone less cynical try. 
 

We have a few good scientists and we need a scientific civil service.  When banks had a system, where they could recognize cheques by magnetic numbers at the bottom they found a black lead pencil was rubbed lightly over the numbers and when the cheque was given to the bank in the area they accepted it but when it went into their machine, the machine did not recognize it and it went in with a bundle of cheques, which the bank sent to the Bank of Scotland to verify but by the time they were verified money was in the account.  That was a way.  With a system of punch holes just stick another hole with a pin.  There are always scientific ways.   

We are not technological minded.   Get a job in the Civil Service with five O’ Levels and they could be English, French and that lot.  While someone who has a good pass in physics has a job in the post office selling stamps. 

Henry Forde made so much money because he realized only a few people needed to be learned - that instead of one man making a whole car, he started a production line - let one man put on the left side wheel and the next a right wheel and let the car go along and someone else put on the fender and so on.  He sold a car for two hundred dollars.  Someone tightens a bolt on a back wheel but does not know how to make a uniform but he works at Ford for money.   

The benefits of technology have been suppressed, oppressed and not passed on to the people.  There is no smelting plant.  We can smelt and use for building.  Open a foundry for those with ideas – let them be heard - they could make part for all sorts of things. The new Halls of Justice has been built where was the foundry.    

There are so many other things - about 25 years ago there were experiments making board out of bagasse what have they done?  People must use locally what is available.  Children born after 1950 no longer know how to build trucks, rollers with polish tins and scooters with ball bearing.   We had the best metal work machine shop and made prototype shells that went everywhere in the world.  In 1930 most of the technology happened with the amateur radio men, who found them out first; there was nowhere to buy parts; they used telephone receivers from Cable and Wireless to make radios,  

Transistors - ultra high frequency and the first were at a special low frequency - VHF and ultra high frequency and cost four pound.  Hundreds of them were used and a man started a firm making his own transistors - two sizes - small and big.   They could oscillate beyond the frequency needed, they were like general-purpose transistors and he sold them for 2 shillings and six pence.  In 1976 there was a spring that cost a dollar to replace and a retired Civil Service scientist, he was 70 and went home, and he made these springs at home and the same spring cost him a penny to produce.  Integrated chips were just amplified and a Japanese fellow had a lot that were scrapped, junk because a firm made many and only used ones that pass a certain test and he found a way of getting inside of them with a microscope and fixing them.  George Payne was a leper and when he set up a phone patch to Vermont and he was sent to Vermont to show them what to do.  Barbados had more atmosphere probes over it than anywhere else in the world. A lot of information on the ionosphere and re-entry patterns that Cape Kennedy used was collected in Barbados. 

Those things are irretrievably lost for the moment.  All they can think of is tourist.   We do not produce because are not making use of our mass brainpower.  

When Intel was having their tax holiday here in the 70s, many were unaware of its importance to the computer industry.  They built a new place at Adams Castle and made spare parts that hundred of thousands of dollars worth of them fitted into a shoe box, a man carried them in a case in his hand.   They said that they were going to be here for a long time and the guy in charge said that he intended to have their own man do the job for the first ten years. 

That implication foretold the story.   They made spare parts because according to the American law a new product cannot go on the production line without providing spare parts for at least ten years.   Mohamed on a mountain did not say that change has to be that fast.  Ten years is not long enough.  Radio mechanical engineering changes all the time and with the change comes the need to replace but it does not make economic sense for the human being.  The sense it makes is to monopoly and they are gangsters.  

An example of this kind of genital politics is from The Economist June 06th 2009 on General Motors. 

“The problem in the 1970s was not really the arrival of better, smaller, lighter Japanese cars; it was GM’s failure to respond in kind.  Rather than hitting back with superior products, the company hid behind politicians who appeared to help it in the short term. Rules on fuel economy distorted the market because they had a loophole for pick-ups and other light trucks – a sop to farmers and tool-toting artisans.  The American carmakers exploited that by producing squadrons of SUVS, while the government restricted the import of small efficient Japanese cars. If Detroit had spent less time lobbying for government protection and more on improving its products it might have fared better.” 

There is no sentinel being called business.   Life is not industry these fast changes are to quick money not to find a fair way of making a living.  It was not always like that before a Gestetner lasted two and three generations.  Riso is the same copier it is only the model up from the Gestetner – clean and beautiful and works like a dream, dependable and a workhorse.   

We do not have trained computer specialist, we have very skilled information technology worker, who know how to access and use computers, which do what they are supposed to do but they cannot go outside of the handbook that comes with the computer.  Computers can do things for which they were not specifically designed but it takes a skill person to discover what it can do.   

When the Standard Vanguard first came out, it was one of the few post war cars with a gear stick in the handle.  It was not a mini car but not a big long car; it used to seat five and the speed dominator went up to 90, the handbook said so, but the car could do more than ninety - the same with computers. 

Japan continues to sell us cars, which they cannot sell most parts of the world, without pollution controls – no catalytic converters - along the chain of command from the white car dealers, to members of parliament and the prime minister.  Esther Byer-Suckoo was so disingenuous at a DLP lecture she gave early in their administration. She excused this situation with “we have just got in.”  Meaning we were born to all issues only yesterday day.  

Government taxes makes pollution control devices, which cost an extra $2,000.00 cost $6,000.00 more.  We are being taxed to the grave.  Dr. Joy St. John said that citizens are falling victim to more lung cancer, asthma and respiratory diseases.   The number of lung cancer victims that do not smoke is increasing and no one not even the science and technology department says it is polluted air.   

Worldwide there are more children steadily going into starvation not having anything to eat in the world than before and we got more billionaires walking around.  

A solution is needed, now. 

THE END

SEX AND RELATIONS IN BARBADOS

– Guileful Women - Nothing to do with seemliness, Christianity or morality.    

White people!  What do you intend to do and how many years are you going to continue to allow actions set in place by your ancestors to destroy the inter-relationships and the potential of the human race?  It is incumbent on the white community in this country to change the paradigm by which black women are seen as a species of game animal with an inherent “dignity-ball” syndrome.  During the latter period of slavery, women of light complexion, not Caribs, held dignity balls, where only white men and no black man could attend.  It was a farce for dignity suggests, as Aretha Franklyn sang, R-E-S-P-E-C-T.  The dignity ball did not enhance the value of brown women or their daughters; it taught them that they were to wait on men. 

Commentators on racial sociology say the most lasting legacy of white racial bullying and supremacist practices has been a fawning subservient attitude of blacks in the commercial and tourism sectors, however, this is not the case, instead the most devastating results of two hundred and eleven years of chattel slavery and after has been the treatment of black women as bed wenches, women of easy virtue, as the South African Boers say they say they have to be forceful with “these people” and that they only respond to masterly force.   The concept of sexual baaskap – meaning boss - show them, who is boss.  Baaskap in Afrikkan language means an ideology of bossism - total fascist control, where not only the body but the mind is imprisoned - a plantation prison.   

People have to learn to respect black women; this is what they have never done.  White women here are super-ordinates; they are some of the most dominated, submissive and dependent.  Many people do not realize that many white men do not respect their own women and do not promote them to positions of power in their organizations.   

Once upon a time from the time of slavery it was an established practice that white men chose black enslaved women and this has remained a feature of male/female relationships and since then the only significant change has been, where in those days it was white men - the droit, the seigneur, the lord of the manor had carte blanche rights vouchsafed by God to spread the legs of every nubile female – now, in the modern era, there has been not much changed; there are men with cash in all ethnic groupings and they operate on the belief that as long as a female is not a relative it is open season, free access to black women based on an economic nexus.   

An aphorism with which these men operate is:  “She has a body to be serviced and I am performing social welfare.  I am going to tune up her body and do the 4 Fs:  find her, feed her, feel her and foop her,” like a Hollywood situation, where each producer can look at a Jennifer Lopez or a Paris Hilton and say: “do not mind she, I had her.”   

They must cut down each female and if they find one not like that and they can get someone near to her to do so then they feel that they have conquered the unattainable.    

Beware! the label of contents should be checked otherwise there is the risk of harm for all over the island there were great grandmothers and grandmothers, who were the most aristocratic persons that did not give an Adam; they knew, who they were and they got it across to their off spring white, black and brown.  They created formidable females with which nobody troubled. 

“Everybody” does get a rude awakening, when some female of a different set of standard and norms, who knows how to protect from those, who have no idea of what is immoral.   

Do For Do Ain’t no Obeah or One Smart Dead at Two Smart Door 

A……. has attained the answer to cut across all social barriers to make ‘all of we one.’  

Twenty years ago, he was a neighbour.  He is one of those people, with whom a relationship must be distant and subordinated.   His girl friend, who became his wife was too mocking, too smug and too worthless.  She quit work, went to the university and never worked during the marriage.  He lost access to big cars from his job, when he chose early retirement.   “I tired of the duty sex.”  His religion taught that he was first and no matter his wife was part of him so she had to be put before others.  That is schizophrenia: a split between feelings and thought, behaviour and action.  Finally she up and left him refused counselling and he admitted that she had been about what he had had.    

He came back again about a year ago for advice, counselling and health tips with another of the same. 

“Can’t you find a woman that is a finished product, one with manners, who can express regrets, who can see a point that is glaring her in the face and who can see why honesty is necessary, regardless of circumstances.”   As suggested he took a six-month break from this last woman and went out to say Hi! to a woman, who had some kind of interest. 

So many black mem do not benefit from and cannot form relationships and not many are successful.  They have been brought up not knowing what relationship is about; they do not understand and they destroy themselves in their interaction. 

So many of them sustain women with material things and too many women hold on to men for what they can get - economic dependence and they end up breaking each other’s spirit.  Some women stick in a relationship and only, when the man is dead they say:  “I never liked him.” 

It comes down to money.  Like an old lady at ninety-five years of age, who had seventeen children and, now unhinged, boasts that she never worked a day in her life.  The men from whom she had the children, mostly white, supported her.  She is ugly and had married but the husband - none of the children are for him - went off in three weeks.   

I carried out an informal survey of the middle class men around me and in nearly every case from town to country it was the female hired help – the maid, the field worker, older girls, who initiated their first sexual experience with boys as young as twelve and most likely it was to cement a future economic relationship.   

“I do not want any black women around me because as soon as you have something to do with them they want something.” 

And Women say: “Let me see what use I can get out of him.” “Oh! He got money!”  “Oh! he got a big car!”   It is culturalization and must be weeded from our children.  Too many are incapable of friendship without sex.  They heard and saw the white man foop a lot of black women and gave them some money.  It is handed down and almost natural, a cycle that is hard to escape for it is written that wherever the natural is oppressed the unnatural takes its place.  When it came to sexual thing the morays, the way of life was corrupt.   

Mis-education and class ignorance started, when white people did not need a big lot of sense or education to get rich and lived in big houses to which blacks did not have access but had to go in the fields and work and did not have money.  The worst manner of white man or brown-skinned man was called Sir!  Just because he had less colour and could buy people.   

Respectability was to wear proper clothes, go to church and sit up front in the pew.  Blacks were encouraged to breed; it was not until well into the 20th Century that they were encouraged to marry in the church and even then marriage had an economic base: a lot of blacks did not marry until they got a house.  One fellow would not marry until he got his own house; he married and his children were old people.   

The priests were very respectable too: they baptised legitimate children on the first Sunday of the month and the other Sundays were for the illegitimate children.  The only churches, which preached against sexual immorality were the Pentecost.   

Morality is dictatorial when it lumps natural feelings of life together with pornography.  In doing so, it perpetuates sexual smut and blights natural happiness whether this is what it intends to do or not.  It is necessary to raise a strong protest when those, who determine their social behaviour on the basis of inner laws instead of external compulsive behaviour codes are labelled immoral.   In the field of mental hygiene, the first and foremost task is to replace sexual chaos, prostitution, pornographic literature and sexual trafficking, with natural happiness in love secured by society.

 
… Erich Fromme 

 
Examples 

The parallel in the whites is people like the Wards, in the 20^th century.  The Wards are short people and Ward, a short white man, owned houses next door to where he lived at Maxwell House with a white English wife, with whom he never had children.  He had women in those houses, whom he supported and from whom he had children.  In all he had over one hundred children from many, many women – white, black and mulatto.  How was his wife comfortable with a husband having all those women and children?  

His brother did the same thing and they sent their children to good schools and universities and all the children were called Wards.  One called Deighton that lived in the area, at Deal became a judge and then Governor General.  Ward populated nearly the whole village of Nesfield in St. Lucy, where he kept a storeroom of yams and hungry females were fed and fooped.  He had scores of children there.   

Frank, one from that area, became a brilliant surgeon and when he was at Guy’s in London Mr. Ward told that “Frank up there studying and doing very well but the first time he fail an exam I done with that.”  But would he have felt so about a legitimate child?  Some white Wards do not recognise that the coloured ones are their first cousins after all they did not get their name by ownership. 

White man Cox from Castle Grant had about one hundred and fifty children.  He went blind and died of syphilis.  He looked after some of his children, not all. The Walkers are his off springs - Prince managed Castle Grant, Norman was a school teacher, Pop was editor at the Nation newspaper and Herbie Walker was an inspector in the police band years ago.  Mr. Webster had his quota of coloured children, about ten.    

This was never part of the routine for some, who were not exposed to that conduct, behaviour or mode and our great grandmothers’ told about Chrissie Brathwaite, a politician and man-about-town now regarded as an early radical.  His house was near Queens Park.   He wore his hair shoulder length and nobody talked about it. 

The Smiths, Sleepy Smith and his brothers went to school from Brathwaite’s house because their mother and their father, who was a school master lived in the country and during the week they stayed at his house.  Their grandmother was a domestic there.  It was not a class thing, they come along that way, she stayed working for him and earning a living and the children went to Combermere and then to Harrison and nobody knew what went between them.  He interfered with every woman yet he was a churchwarden.   

Ernest Deighton Mottley, whose son is Elliott Mottley and Elliott’s daughter is Mia Mottley was a sex fiend and paedophile.  He set up a soup kitchen in Queen Park, fed them, gave them clothing and bedded them and their girl children and every body knew but he was confirmed at St. Mary’s and had a front seat and the Church preached about illegitimate and threatened hell fire.   

Morals did not come in to it.  That was superficial.  Like respectability being a Christian was a commodity and some on the fringe were uncouth.  Older people could not forget Jube Reece, half brother to Ernest Mottley, when it came to sex he was called a madman; if that is called madness there are more people insane than is thought.  He was not accustomed to taking no!  Jube’s grandfather was a plantation owner, who had Jube’s father, Walter, from his maid.   Walter did not publicly acknowledge his black ancestors, became Solicitor General and he also had Mottley from his own maid.  

Many decades ago, an older middle class friend, when he was a young student at College, had a friend from his school days and he asked him to drop his girlfriend home one night and he raped her under the threat of a gun.  The girl had spent the whole weekend at the friend’s house, slept in the bedroom with his sister and he never touched her.  No legal action was taken, then, some people did not care much about that sort of thing and no one wanted a court case because certain people could not be put in court.  He carried a name - his father was white and owned a lot of property and he inherited money but his father was not going to spend any money sending a half-caste son to Harrisons College.  He was bright but he was sent him to Lynch’s school, called Green Lynch, and was friends with Harrison College poorer whites.  He became a magistrate.  

Then there was economic enfranchisement but the white companies are still run by whites.  All over now sex is the common currency and it is exploited by men lower down the social order, who have money to spend not to save.  It is contagious and not a natural evolution.  They feel that they have arrived and are independent and that is the way to show it and in the general atmosphere of cheap thrills, the more gross the more exciting.   

Black men brag that they are great at sex and that women like them more than any other man but a lot of it is: “Everybody has to put up with it.”    

*****

There needs to be a campaign against such unnatural behaviour.  A……. found his favourite kind - one with a large behind.  She was his neighbour, Jamaican nearly-divorced and had spent more than a decade in the island with a husband from the lower middle income, whom she met at university and who became a doctor.     

He does not easily lend his car but he lent her within a few weeks. She told him in the sweetest of sweetie voices, in the softest of softie tones, the nicest of nicie ways with sexiest of sexy body language that she had a boyfriend overseas.   Since his intention was sex, after favours and a length of time he began to touch her; she asked of others what to do but she played softie-softie, sweetie-sweetie, nicie-nicey, sexie-sexy with him and continued to used his car and did not fill leave a spare gallon of gas.  Finally her nicie-nicie, sweetie-sweetie and softie-softie sexy-sexy approach had run its course.  He took away the loan of the car and expressed for the first time the irritation she had put him through:   

“She thinks that she is smart.  She should become independent; she had been taking advantage, always doing things and then  saying sorry like some damn little girl;  her priorities are  wrong.  She has a husband and it is his two children.   What about her boy friend in Jamaica?   She is living above both her means and mine too.  If she had to rent a car how much it would have cost her? He could not afford another monthly commitment.  He had to pay all the bills in his marriage and now it is he alone to support his son.   And the pants she wore to exercise is printing out ever inch of herself.  How disgusting!”

In spite she had given him a fortunate opportunity in a business one in which he could have come along at his own rate and in his own time because he is way down the brightness ladder but he is angry, slighted; pushed to the edge and no longer interested in a personal relationship but tried to continue the business arrangement.  In a business meeting, which she chaired he tried to look powerful and make an impression and the only way he could was to bully with jabs, indirect shots and innuendo.   No spoken agreement took place between the two but she did not correct his conduct – she protected his back; it was a mutual exchange for free Internet use in his house - the bedroom business transcended into the boardroom and all sincerity was thrown out the office window. 

Passive aggression is the way many exist in their daily lives; it falls into place like a predisposition for a particular type of behaviour.  They think that they will not be discovered especially, when their victim is of humble manner, treats every one with a certain amount of respect, does not have to assert authority, does not show off and all not because of stupidity.  They think that if they are treasured it is because better is not known.   

She knew all he said about her and she said nor asked him anything but continued to enter his house and use his Internet:  “I am vulnerable now.”  Even when she discovered other distressing personal details, which he should have revealed to her; she continued her silence and this allowed him to slip into a mode of annoyance - not understanding, misunderstanding and playing the idiot. She had overestimated her worth for he discovered his lust was based on lack of exercise and excess of fat from weight lost.   

  “If I tell you it would be my opinion you have to read it for yourself.”  He is a net-worker.  At fifty years of age and a committed, unmovable Bahai of over twenty years yet he cannot explain Bahai; he brings a piece of paper.   Bahai is a source of bewilderment and better left alone i.e. they have Christ in their ideology but the righteousness of their teachings is not convincing. 

It is a religion based on one man, who claims to be right and to “show them,” like the Mormons were revealed to - handed down to someone in a vision, they are fraternities and most turn out to be clubs, associations.  At a meeting there will be friends and a young doctor and some people like Cally Mottley, when he was alive, and an Indian or two - a nice social gathering and all speak in the same way with the same emphasis.  At Jesus’ mock trial a woman said to Peter that he was from Galilee and spoke like a Galilean, Peter had not realized that, when he spoke he would show up himself for there was no way of getting away from Galilee.   

With quickened seemingly upward mobility so many find neither chopsticks, roti, fingers, knives, forks and lack sensitivity for all what another stands.  They do not watch to see what others do.  African friends serve very hot dishes called soup with meat and gravy and eat with their hands but we call it stew and eat it with a knife and fork.  So many have “car first” but kitchen equipment non-existent.  So many eat their lunch on the street on the minibus in the car but then again they do not cook lunch anyway.   

Like a girl bought a shotted-taffeta dress to wear to a dance and when the dance was over she found that she had nothing to wear to work and she wore it in the field.  The fault is that we do not live in a fundamentally honest society, therefore it is difficult for an individual to help - it is wiser sometimes to stay at arms length 

Someone said that bad taste is better than no taste.  Ask A……. if he enjoyed a meal and his reply is: “It is food so I eat it.  I did not know what it was.”   

On top of never having a life he has become a patsy to a fly-by-night subversive piece of doctrine made to feel acceptable and normal, a course in the value of virtues, now doing the rounds like Total Quality Management (TQM) a few years ago.  A psuedo-morality with loose labels and words that people like conjured up and passed off in the public domain.  Shallow things given serious meaning to poor unfortunate teachers he recruits.  Wonder if the government pays for this - to listen, to repeat and regurgitate like birds  undigested food, unsophisticated  baloney made easier to swallow and passed on to the foolish with a piece of paper printed on a printer that says: “I am immune from any further knowledge.” After all a health certificate does not mean that a sore foot cannot be got.   

A……. has adapted this formula to his life.  The virtue he has picked up is what he calls assertiveness and his course tells him that all demanding people do not have contentment nor do they know how to cooperate and all stubborn people need respect, flexibility, obedience, detachment, moderation and forgiveness – and he is now equipped to look down upon anybody he sees lacking this long list of ignorance.   

He attended the Cave Hill Campus as an adult student and has a degree in Business Management and it would have been a surprise if he came out with knowledge.  He sees affluence as a fancy car, a big house, and friends that belonging to a big organization but he cannot see how to get there.   

The ordinary person is not going to understand dialectics but what every civilized human being does is use two forms of logic to come to a conclusion one is deductive reasoning and the other, inductive reasoning.  Deductive reasoning means more often than not from experience, if every time the rain falls the road is wet so even if someone is asleep and does not heard the sound of rain but the road is wet it is likely that rain fell but sometimes the sanitation truck washes down the streets. 

Inductive is more mathematical, more a process of thinking to find reason not because of any positive insights but gut feeling taken into refined reasoning, a kind of  inductive feeling.  The man, who discovered that the arrow of the sugar cane was a sugar cane seed not because he saw them spring up.  The way he did it was inductive reasoning - there has got to be a reason - they got to be seeds. 

This is the sort of reasoning you get that from the wise men (griot) of the tribe. 

She thinks that she is bright but she does not understand nor has she taken the time to think about others philosophy of life.  In blissful guilefulness so many younger people, especially young women, do not know that older people are wise to their conduct, are bearers of customs and are people of perspicacity – mental penetration and discernment - to see through things and with enough wisdom to perceive the possible outcome of an action and even knowing that go ahead.    

In her game she sees only herself in a mirror and sees only her own self-interest and does not take into account whether the opponent is more wicked or more witted than her and does not consider that she can lose.  She understands the male’s protective instinct and found that there are some men, who are prepared to sacrifice some of their aspirations for a comfortable life with a woman and children and whatever comfort there is, for a time.   

It is an old observation not a rule that says a man should leave his mother and cling to his wife but it is not a right philosophy.  It is a matter of making peace, men do not want to embarrass their women.  Delilah, even if you do not believe the story the moral is there, asked Sampson how he became so strong and what was more valuable to him was sleeping with her.    

Men have means and get trapped because of their children and too late men understand f that they have served a purpose - security and respect earned vicariously because he is well respected in the community.    

When challenged she spoke of resilience.  Resilience is the capacity to maintain ground and courage in adversity - survival and that means physical as well as spiritual which allows for a bounce back to the original.  What she did was not resilience but compromise “playing whory-whory”- “dry screwing”- the enemy.  Resilience is not only the ability to survive in adversity but in the same form.  There is no winning in a game with vice.  The bible tells not to have fellowship with it otherwise it grabs hold, catches and there is no getting away.   

“I think A…….. is looking at one aspect and other facets of whatever his own mental experimentation through inter reactions with people. And is trying to secure whatever that brings about a learning dynamic.”   

This statement is a petty way of getting out of responsibility and it has no face in reality. It is easier not to try to see, what in one form or the other everyone around has seen; easier not to believe, it is a form, a pattern of lies, that repeats itself and there is surprise at the outcome. 

What are the answers and how to save oneself from the personal suffering when setting a good example gives no hope.  This has to do first with training at home: creative thinking and problem solving in the house.  Women must be trained to not compromise, to be straight, to adopt a standard and stick with it.  To stand up in the truth.    

Achievement in life is not how much money or how much wealth or social esteem or social respect but real benefit is the love that a person is able to exercise and show to others and in the exercise of living that love and  allowing it to mature and blossom to the benefit of humanity and nature.    

Women can set the bar and can stop the foolishness of condescending to the whims and fantasies of men, like Lysistrata, a Greek drama by one of the Greek authors from ancient times, BC, where the women went on strike to end a war.   

It is called a Greek tragedy by literature scholars, who classify such things but that is from a man’s point of view.  What a tragedy or a tragic comedy to men to imagine that women could stop a war and by simple and non-violent means:-  that is the notion to end it all by withholding and refusing to do all that women usually do:- all household work and just stop from sleeping with their men.  With real women in power there stands a better chance to get a better government. 

Not women with sex problems.  With women like Billie (Miller)  and Mia (Mottley) there is no feminine allure.  Who wants to be with them?  Billie walks through the New Orleans slums with great ostentation, haute couture, a bag worth about $1,000.00 and she has not worn anything but silk for a long time.  Stupid style but same of the same people, who struggle for meagre means admire that and some will worship it with their:  “I cannot buy it.”   

They cannot admire her for her brains for she has never displayed any and even if she had a good ideas she is bland at pronouncing.  She opened a new bus stand and the only people, who listened were the conductors and those, who were working but she spoke any way because it would go down in history.  Her father, Freddie used to talk a lot but he had initiative.    

Men like to patronize women so the main thing is that women in power are not just figureheads - Mary Daly, the feminist writer, calls them femme-bots – mock-stick, robotized women, who behave like men and belongto men e.g.  Condolezza Rice, Indira Gandhi, Benazir Bhutto.    

All Eva Peron did was inherited from her husband and many Argentineans revered her even though she was no particular use to the people.  V.S. Naipaul in his book The Return of Evita Peron, said that she was great at fellatio.  

THE END

There is no white-skinned person like Ikael.  Not only is Ikael missed in the ghetto, where he influenced as a stabilizer - he was patient and soft spoken, walked amongst them, listened to their stories and the youth boys on the block saw him as caring of them - but he is also missed by the white folks, who knew that he was one of their own and was there to counter them, when their uncouthness surfaced.  Nowadays the most ignorant, devoid of intelligence  whites but earning money by all sorts of desolate ways, have crawled out of their layers and are proliferating bigotry.  

The now obvious effect of Ikael’s death on the two sides of the fence are: with the black boys in the ghetto it is rage and amongst the white boys it is fundamental, filthy racism spewed forth from every nook and cranny . 

In 1962 Enoch Powell’s speech in the Wolverhampton about rivers of blood brought racialism  out in open and from that night some English people started to be abusive and had to be shut up.   Powell was a member of parliament and wanted to be leader of the Conservative Party and he thought he would get enough votes with racial things. 

Enoch Powell is alive in white Barbados for every day non-white Barbadians are affronted:  Even if not understood intellectually, the feeling is emotionally there.  That is what some techniques are about: “for those who want present-day apologies and reparations for wrongs committed by long-dead people centuries ago.” … The Nation Newspaper.

… “after England dropped them like a sack of bricks, the only sign of importance is the jacket and tie. …. And God know it’s the devil’s own job to get them (black people) to love themselves..” The Nation Newspaper. 

What this says is that: “it requires people with this skin and this brain to success in business in Barbados.” A Sir David Seale quote. 

Richard Hoad’s column LOWDOWN is guilty of extreme racism. eg. Ten years ago Richard wrote that his initiation into sex came, when a black, servant girl, who took him and his brothers into a room at their father’s overseer’s house and she pulled down her panties and gave them a peep show and  that he saw the Ascania, the Golfito and the Surriento - those were large ships, in the 50s and 60s that took black people to England.  He continued that he was not prepared for what this black woman displayed between her legs and that anyone of those large boats could have fitted in there.  The Nation Newspaper. 

That statement is soooo racist and cruel to black women.  I shuddered to think how brutalized, cowed and subservient black Barbadians must be that someone can write something like that about their women.  

This is nothing to do with decent behaviour; it is common class and not cultured, just original, institutionalised basement mentality.  Written policy kept in the sub-basement, two stories under ground, is where the British ministry documents marked “for your eyes-only” was discovered in the 1950s.  The document outlined the behaviour to be meted out to West Africans.  If a West African did anything for the white boss, it stated, the boss was not to thank, but to kick or hit the West African, and not to quarrel or argue with him because the West African would win an argument, as he was usually right.   

Most reactions are instinctive, like a pig rolling in mud, and many will always behave like that, nevertheless, a pig can be hosed down.  People must identify offensive behaviour, put it in its own compartment, where it belongs with things that do not matter and have nothing to do with it.  That does not mean that it cannot be opened to see that it does not get out. 

By and large behaviour is inherited and many whites have accustomed themselves to being big bullies.  The strategy has not been altered but for such feelings, which cannot be voiced openly or exhibited overtly because they are illegal, tactics are subliminal, masked carefully but nevertheless just as demoralizing.    

The sins of the white fathers followed the children. Direct beneficiary, still benefit disproportionately from bullying and ill gotten gains that the white fore fathers meted out down through the generations, who now live check-by-jowl with black descendants of those who were/are brutalised.  

Al Capone was a desperate gangster and if in some way he had eluded the justice system and stashed away his ill-gotten gains for his children; should not the children share in all the vituperation that is heaped on him.  It goes with the territory. These sins were not committed centuries ago, they never stopped, and they only began to get ripped away not even washed away by insurrection in the 30s.   

It is about skin and grading skin colour, hair texture and nose and although there are skilled, intelligent and decent people with strains of humanity that would break through any streak of heathenism, too many feel separate and believe that some are not equal, real people. 

These insults have been taken by black Barbadians because it is felt that it is the Christian thing to do but turning the other cheek is not a philosophy meant for fools.  It means that if there is enough strength then ignore but no one should sit back and take bullying. 

There are things that people set out to prove.   Sometimes when they set out to prove, they get themselves convinced of what they did not want to believe in the beginning. Peter Simmons’ article of last Sunday in the Nation has open itself for the argument that the incidences of racism experienced at Lodge School were isolated and were resolved and have no place in today’s discourse because Simmons did not suffer lost of education denial of job opportunity, or loss of prestige.   

Nevertheless:- “We cannot beat the system,” is a bludgeon of exploitation and until every one decides to stand up for his/her own right we will be washed away.    

Is it the nature of Africans to be docile or is it that for such a long time that they had to be subservient and have become accustomed to yes sir, no sir?  Is it that Europeans have a historical inferior feeling and use reverse psychology to push up and try to show more things and more important people are known?  Is that why so many indulge in uppity nonsense?  

Equality is not going to come from people, who do not know how to stand up. An um-dis-dat- and-wunna society is a waste of time that allows endemic or intrinsic politeness to be a detriment, when faced with crude behaviour that is not in their character.  A literate population is needed to see, realize and to understand all the ways and all loopholes that perpetuates inequality.  A literate population will see and understand but a large number are refusing formal education or to go to secondary school or come out of school and go on the block, not realizing that education is a tool.   

To not read is to waste time.  The majority of Christians, because he was the Son of God, do not know that Jesus went to school; they do not know that Jesus had to learn.  Paul went to school and qualified and he wrote many books. Peter learned in the school of hard knocks and Luke, the physician, was a doctor.  Andrew was a fisherman.  They were businessmen; they were not waiting for the flying fish season.    

“We contributing because we ain’t got none of us at the prison, Dodds.”  An Indian-Muslim leader said this recently at a talk about Muslim Indians, when challenged about Indians not playing a role in making the society better for all.  It is cunning racism of a failed race - brown-skinned people, who talk with different accents and feel themselves incorporated as honorary whites.    

Decades ago, in India, with not only the caste system but also the absolute feudal system, he could not get through and most probably pulled a cart.  Towards the end of the war he got a chance to hop on a boat and arrived here, where some black fellow said: “come Indian do not walk barefoot come let me put on shoes on you,” and when they got as far as St. Joseph they married barefoot white girls from St. John, walked about with two suitcases, then rode a bicycle and then a car, then they bring in things and pay off custom officers and by god they made it.   

The Patels were the first but a lot of them do not remember that they made it with the help of black people. They did not have pretty property; they did not come like tourist; they came to settle and they had nothing.  Later on so many came, when late at night an aircraft came in with about 50 Indians with mattresses, blankets and suitcases.   

This Indian was talking to black un-informed students so he could fool them with one-sided ideas.   A teacher has so much to teach that something they teach the wrong things – like the thing about not trying to embarrass people.   The issue is not about middle class for intelligent people usually marry other intelligent people but in Barbados, not in the Caribbean nor the world, to keep whiteness it is necessary to inter marry their own but a lot of whites left the country in the exodus to New Zealand and Australia. 

There are not enough whites to run things and black people, who have recently had access to higher education, are employed.  Blacks are the police.  Whites have money so the black government listens to them and the black university historians let themselves be used to rewrite vagabond, white peoples’ history for them.  This popular history - ingested rubbish and regurgitated waste is destructive and disabling.  

Today there is a changing of the guard. Besides the work place blacks join horse racing and motor racing clubs and watch polo - now extended to personalities with opportunities of wealth and never mind the colour of skin black and white behave alike and black and white marry. 

Empathy increases with social closes.  Many, now, of all colours appear to be civilised but are far from; they get through well in amorality and enjoy themselves at their most pretentious best in the mode of the royal buffoon and believe they were born to be privileged.   

PART TWO – LODGE and A LOWDOWN WHITE MAN 

So silly that it is hard to find words to express a lot of things about Lodge School: for instance, there is  black Sam Headley, a head boy at Lodge and he was always full of praises for Lodge School and how well he was treated and that he was a boss there. 

His father used to drive with MCW (public works) and was a black gentlemen for want of a better word.  He wore khaki pants but he wore them with a Khaki jacket.  He was Charles Miller Austin (Brie St. John’s maternal grandfather) at Malvern’s chauffer and Austin persuaded the white powers that be that the same way that they gave their poor white acquaintances bright sons scholarships to Lodge School then he would like one for his poor black chauffeur’s son, Sam.   

Those who attended Harrisons College considered Lodge a different place all together, off the planet and in a place called St. John orbiting around the ten parishes like how the earth orbits around the sun with strange, different creatures of different habits like when the Jews came out of Babylon they did not know what to do.  Going to Lodge was no privilege, it was a joke to them, and that they were too many dumb white boys there.   

Not all were dumb tales have it that the Manning twins were bright; they always came first.  Douglas Lynch and his fraternal twin brother, they grew up white and later Douglas acknowledged Quashie, his black foreparent.  

Dowding left Harrison College and went to Lodge and won a Barbados Scholar the same year.  What happened no one has revealed as yet but he would have run up against Chris Springer, a black teacher family to Governor General to be Sir Hugh Springer, who did not give a damn about colour; students had to be bright. 

In a racist letter to the Nation’s Editor,  deliberately done to set up Trevor Marshall, a White wrote ludicrously about Trevor Marshall’s and Peter Simmons’ lack of something pertaining to education.  The letter proves the truism that in the land of the blind the one-eyed is king.    

Richard Hoad regardless of Barbados Scholarship, while he can be admired for his practical life style and in that way is a model citizen, he is a coward, who is cowed by Zionist and will not speak up and say that every time he writes negatively against any action Israel does the Nation pulls his column.  Hoad has not stopped writing even though he has expressed alarm that some evangelical Christians around him said that it was better that the Israelis kill of the Palestinian children instead of letting them grow up to become terrorists.   

Hoad is fearful not to get “the little pick, when the week comes.”    He cannot write from his heart so he drops down to his crotch and thus  his constant vulgarity, which he gets away with only because he is white, just like Julian Hunte’s behaviour.  Black Barbadians like to see a common lowdown white man.   Lowdown’s is boring as a regular meal.  Hoad can in no way be described in intellectual terms in more glowing terms than Trevor Marshall and Peter Simmons, please – chalk and cheese. 

Why Simmons is incapable of handling lowdown whites is as Samuel Jackman Prescod said “it is not a matter of colour but the unfair advantage of the political oligarchy.”  Starting with his father, who, when many middle class people did not support Grantley because they knew his behaviour; Simmons did and Grantley rewarded him with the job at Dodds.    

The Simmons have always been staunch unswerving Labour supporter and have had more of the public purse at the society’s expense.  It was Peter Simmons, who had to intercede to get the Nation to print one of Marshall’s replies - a man ten times more knowledgeable than Simmons. 

There where not many white boys that the black boys could begin to admire.  Some admired one of the Draytons; he left and went to England and never came back.  He could not fit in with the rest of the whites.  He was considered not only bright but thinking; he knew something was wrong and would not have wanted to return to the society that we were and  still are.   

The choice would have been to join the reformers and they were and are no reformers amongst certain people - keep your mouth shut, go to Harrison, do not play cricket or foot ball and try to win a Barbados scholarship, go to England and marry a white woman. 

Middle class social history talks about a white Ward that went through Harrisons College and later managed Fresh Water Hotel – now Paradise Beach Hotel – and “all he could do is add copper and silver he could not tell why one and one is two.”   

Richard Hoad had heritage and by implication Trevor Marshall had none, the racist article continued.  King Jah Jah had heritage.  What heritage do white Bajans have?  They had ownership of black people; they inherit land like how the Wild West got turned into American property. Tell a man “you can own as much land as a man can cover in a day,” so a peg was hammered in the ground and someone walked and they owned that much acres. 

Their money, their God, they got not by Christian attitude to life but through common motives of greed and acquisition, killing not murder for it was not considered murder to kill a black man it merited a fine of 10 shilling and a warning not to do it again or the next time there will be a charge of one pound.

The truth is layered by a brand new university with a brand new everything, where the tradition has not been continued and all knowledge started with this brand new university;  knowledge does not go back to Ancient Mayans, whose books in stone were destroyed by white men and Ancient Egypt, whose libraries there was an attempted to destroy because they contained all the sum of knowledge known to man.   

The British monarchy conquered Africa and trained Africans to do what they wanted -  gave them a bunch of keys,  a cork hat, a hook stick, shoes so that they did not walk barefooted, made them colonials and then gave their children a scholarship.  

A predisposition to make the past a mild thing has made so many things so pissy about our history.  Old people used to call it: “picking peas out of shit.”  The peas are not cooked so they are like bullets.  Pick out the peas, a few little blacks that get something or somewhere:  “You see what we have.”  And no one knows from where they were picked.   

Applaud Moravians because they taught the scripture to slaves, the first to open their congregation.  The Moravians were a persecuted minority in their own land, same as with the Puritans.  They decided they were at the bottom of the scale and the slaves were now below them.Moravians preach that slavery was all right:be a good slave and obey your master.Say that and it will be said that you want to pull down the church.  

This essay is in defense of Trevor Marshall for there is some thing about Trevor: he has a polite attitude to many aspect of our history and he is comfortable in himself.   

Pedro Welch's problem is that he is in love with whores and whore-house madams.  Hilary Beckles is not comfortable in his skin and is not entirely Barbadian whatever his parents are.  He went up to England at eleven, went to school in the education system of the England, which while applaudable but to entertain top education is not go to go to a red brick university.  Oxford and Cambridge would be the ones, which obtains because even a failure at these two institutions still has sophistication. 

Oxford is one of the places of learning; it is a tradition, when you look at the people who graduated from them at fifteen years and sixteen years old.   Dunce Scottus was an extremely brilliant youngster.  He went to Oxford and confounded scientists with his knowledge of the time. 

That is from where the English the word got dunce. It is a sarcastic thing - a parody . 

Here is a view of the Hoads from a different class of people that lived alongside of them.   

Before the entrance of Lands End there was a white residential area of Fontabelle, where Holburn used to be government house and where Central Purchasing Department and the Nation are now, and all along there were strictly white families and big houses with little figurines like little dwarfs, on the lawn.   

That area was like Strathclyde in that blacks did not venture through after six o' clock in the evening unless they were servants and even, when men with bicycles picked up their wives, who were servants, they waited further along the road otherwise they might be charged for loitering. 

Lands Ends with the non-whites were more respectable for any one could not rent a house down at Land’s End.  The Tudors, there were Samuel Jackman Prescod’s family - the Morrises, Tom and Frankie.   

The Morris boys were bright and went to Harrison College; they played football for Barbados and Spartan.  Tommy married Ford’s daughter and Frankie married Amelia, Eve, Uncle Jack’s wife’s sister.  Beverly Morris married Joe Tudor.   

There is something about family connections even even Barrow was part of it.  Springers very close to the Gittens, the Sealy – Pet Sealy, a direct descendent of Samuel Jackman family,  mothered and looked after Errol Barrow at Kampala until she died - Frankie and Lyle, and Beverly Morris are their cousins and cousins of the Gays.  Old Frederick Gay was a police sergeant.   He was not a handsome man and had enough money to buy a good size property. 

Tom and Frankie and Uncle Jack and my other Uncle Sam all worked as tally clerks and Tom and Frankie could always put their hands on money.  I cannot account from where this money came from but some how or the other there was always money. No member of the family that I could remember were mendicant. 

These families never accepted bribes nor did they ever pull something to get anybody a job but they knew about all such things and discussed them openly in the drawing room. It was never heard that you cannot talk i-n f-r-o-n-t of the c-h-i-l-d-r-e-n. 

Erin, Arthur Gay’s first daughter, her mother was lodged next door to Frankie around the corner in Lower Westbury Road, for a while.   Next-door were the Gajadars, St. Lucian Indians, they came quite early and got jobs with Brydens.  The Barkers my paternal grandmother and grandfather lived next door to the Tudors, who lived at a place called Lemon Grove.  

Hoads lived in the white, segregated Fontabelle alongside the Fields and the Fields were related to the merchant Fields.  Gerald Wood was a cousin, who lived at Vaucluse and another Hoad worked at that plantation and ended up living in Beckles Road in a family house.   

Some Hoad boys went to Harrisons College.  They were good cricketers and L. E. G. Hoad played cricket for the West Indies team after cricket was taken up again after the war and the team went to England.  Snuffie Brown, Aunt Dolly’s uncle, played in the West Indian team at that time.  A student from Harrison could not play for anywhere else but Teddy Hoad and the Hoads played for Pickwick and not Harrison College.   

Pickwick was a white club, where, when the great cricketer George Carew played on that ground he had to walk through a gate for black players not the one especially for whites - ask Carew’s daughter, he used to take her to cricket; she will confirm that.    

The young men from Fontabelle and Lands End knew each other and they went around drinking with Joe Hoad and others like a Fields boy that shot himself.  Fields used to be called by “Bulldog” his nick name.   

Harrisons College had a custom that said that any boy called Smith that turned up there was called Sleepy after the first Smith and all the Fields were called Bulldog after the first Fields.  Aunt Dolly’s father Chester Allen was called “Johnny” there after his eldest brother.  Lodge gave the cruelest nicknames:  Richard Goddard was “Gorilla,” Rocky got his name because he live at the Rock, Trevor Marshall was called “Snuffy” because his hair was red and there was Gully Bore a little white boy. 

These young men had enough money and could go anywhere and all had cars or transportation and knew one another and their personal foibles. 

Bull Dog bought Rovers car, when they were new about 1947 - 48 and he crashed them.  He married a brown skinned girl and they say he was never satisfied with how he was living and one night he went into Nelson Street parked his car and shot himself dead.   

Richard Hoad’s brother, Joe’s, legacy from the plantation cottage was that he looked on black girls as available whether they liked it or not and the question is whether he did it to white girls too.  Arthur Gay a descendent of the Samuel Jackman Prescod clan met Joe in London and Joe had a Jamaican woman.  Joe drove buses for London Transport. He could afford to slum because the Hoads had piece-of-change; he did not have to drive a bus. 

The English would think that he was just another colonial.  One of these boys  was a Lampitt. The Lampitts did not have anything.He went to England and started living off of immoral earning and was in the newspaper; he got sixteen months in jail. 

One or two white boys were very bright but there were many white boys, who were never in the top of the class and from early Harrison did not have a white head boy, of course some were prefects.   

The thing is to understand.   

Harold Haskell, a headmaster was said to be a racist white man but some thought that he was one of the last lot of benevolent white men, who thought: “We got to look after our subject.”  And many boasted and wanted to mould Harrisons boys in the image of Rugby, an English public school. 

Boys like Ted Went, Jack Dear and Pilgrim never knew that they were not white.  During lunchtime they walked around the peripheries of the playing field because the white boys did not want to associate with them and they did not want to associate with the dark skinned boys. They were bright; Jack, his father was a judge down the island, went on to do law and some went off to the war. 

Harold Griffith, a black boy, became headboy, his father was Herman Griffith the fast bowler that got Don Bradman out for a duck.  People whispered:  “A black man got Donald Bradman and he clean bowled him.” 

Exclusivity was not confined to whites.   Some black fellows were called Sir by their inferior, like in an army a man in three stripes is call Sir by a man with two stripes.  But they never called anybody Sir except for at school, where they called all teachers Sir.  Many others got through by saying Sir and in the end they praise up and say what a good system they went through but their values are upside down.   

Spartan was an elite black club.  Old man Gay, when he died was the oldest member at 100 years old.  The Brownes (Aunt Dolly’s father and uncles were founding members) George Carew was a member.   He liked to dress well always and he was dapper.  

Shell Harris, became a cricket commentator.   He taught at Roebuck boys school and so did Arthur Gay and in the afternoons when school was let out the two walked up across Weymouth pasture into Queens Park and bowled at George Headley.  George took a lot of batting practice he was careful and tried to get on the West Indies team again after cricket started after the war in the great tour that Everton Weekes went on. .  

Spartan was a real club.  There was Shirley Smith and the Browns and the Walcotts, Frank and Clyde all went to Harrisons College.  Son was the head porter.  He was also everything – grounds man and waiter.  

As members sat and watched practice:  Son said: “The next one is on you,” as their turn for a round of drinks came.  He knew everyone that drank and knew the crowd and the next time members called for a drink they did not know who paid for it and on the first or second of the month Son came with his book and said:  “Your bill  is $32.00 dollars. 

In the back of the club house there was a private room and certain fellows played poker there and youngsters got roped in.   Most were called middle class and lived in the same métier and mode.  They did not have to use their money to contribute to their living they lived at their family’s comfortable home and they assume that everyone lived like that and never thought that some did not have money but some did not; a few played great and found it hard to contribute and some dropped out.

They may have despised each other but white Barbadians had always gone to each other’s house and met.  The Leacocks meeting the Chandlers and the Piles and ganged up and decide what misinformation to put out and what scallywag thing to do.  Some were thieves, Leacock pretended humility all the while he stole Musson’s money and A.E. Taylor was a convicted thief who went to jail and did not tell, where the money he stole was and came out and was rich on his stolen money.  These white men found no hesitancy in killing the pro-worker Governor Newlands.   

Some are brighter than others and these some said that they could not mix with the rest of them because all they talk about is “these black people.”   

The rumour, which this author has not been confirmed – I have great respect for E.K. Walcott in a lot of areas) - is that E. K. Walcott’s maid went into Miss Bootman’s rum shop, where the gas tanks are now at the entrance to Westbury Road and she said that she heard Walcott and a gang of white men at a cocktail party saying they had to get rid of “this man.”  

“This man they wanted got to “get rid” of was Grantley Adams, a Barbados scholar,  Walcott and these white men would have spoken across the floor with  Adams in the House of Assemble, met him at the bench as an adversary yet they shook his hand  with their right hand and their left hand in back with a knife.  They met blacks only because they could not help meeting them.  

Grantley ran to England and many think it is only because he defended Clement Payne but Grantley was scared to go up against these people. 

1910s the Mount Plantation belonged to the Earl of Harwood, King George’s uncle but Pile looked after it.  Boyce was the white manager and the under manager and book-keeper was a coloured man.  Mr. Boyce took sick and the coloured man acted and carried on for him and he became manager and Boyce never returned to work but he lived in the big house and the royal family could not say “here is your severance pay” and let him go.   

Even though he did not go back to the job he never moved out of the house and  lived there until he died and the coloured man live in a smaller house on the plantation.  Boyce did not like work this is a Boyce of Yearwood and Boyce.  The Yearwoods and the Piles are cousins.  Laurie Yearwood was a good batsman, tall, good looking and owned Hanson plantation and other places.  They were the leisurely class, who did not have to work hard for their money.    

All were not absolute dunces. A Piles studied law and went to court only once to defend one of his labourers.   The few, who became lawyers made money.  It was only the black lawyers,  who had a hard time, the white ones were solicitors, the black boys were lawyer.  Solicitors had to article under another solicitor and not many white men took in black article clerks.  Philip Browne, Oliver’s brother was a solicitor.  He was one of the few that could walk in.  His father Dr. Johnny Brown went to B.G.  

It is a sociological phenomena with which the university does not want to deal for by talking to people, who know, the university will not get the story it wants.  The university calls them snobs because of the families out of which they came; the schools their foreparents attended, where they and their families lived and socialized.  Not only were these families on the same terms socially but they were also superior to the whole mob – white and black.   

In agriculture the island is condemned not be able to cure onion rot, or produce an abundance of vegetables, or make millions on our sea island cotton, or go into fishing because Eric St. John has an attitude.  He does not set out to Brie to figure that he comes from an aristocratic family and keep that notion alive.  While Eric went to Britain and studied building he cannot prove that he has a piece of paper from Bristol in agriculture but the better experience learnt and practiced at the feet of his grandfather where we know all of them things first means nothing. 

It is like in the early 60s when the nouveau riche of Britain could afford to buy a flat in the Strand, they built a home library and bought books by the yard.   They look like books but all it was was embossed leather with gold-plated titles such as the History of England by Lord Hume. 

In medieval time scholars argued seriously about how many angels could dance on the head of a pin.   Now the same thing with education buy a yard of degrees but if you know your stuff you can deal with anybody.  The best way to stop a critic’s mouth is to go a little above his head and he becomes afraid and he will not go there.   

Our education system needs to be restructured and the best places to educate a child is in the home but when parents do not know it cannot be done and if a child is sent to a school, where teachers are all left-handed, when they see a right-handed person they will laugh at that person. 

The aim of present language of arguments is only to have an audience and no time should be spent on them. These silly words should be condemned but it works.  Listen to some of the lectures and look in the audience; it is all about “you see me at such and such a body’s lecture?  I was there.”  In a grand place.  It is event planning and nothing more than style. 

The difference is in each twenty year generation more and more information is being hidden and we go nowhere and one of the main reasons is that education is seen as  just to earn a living not to get knowledge.  

Beckles wants a graduate in every house.  In  Sweden and Switzerland 60 years ago in the 40s every other adult had a degree and it was taken like how we take a school certificate, not to be fussier than anybody else.  Men know instinctively how far to go and all that Hitler and the Germans did - invaded and influenced all over Europe - these two countries were not moved  they were left by themselves. 

Racist whites are  not going change behaviour unless they are forced.  How do we deal with them.  The fault dear Brutus lies not in our stars but in that we are underlines.  It not what to do with white people; it is what black people must do. 

PART III – THE    PRIMATES continued next issue