Notes to Myself
Minister Inniss came out with the equally inflammatory and irrelevant
– “Massa day done”. … Nelson Mandela sought reconciliation
with those who imprisoned him.” Lowdown Richard Hoad
in his column on Friday 24th April 2009
Some how or
other lowdown Hoad has a certain popularity but so did George Wallace.
I have long since stop taking him seriously. When we first met
he had then not shown his true colours - we took to one another because
he seemed to be bucking the system and as writers, we were going against
Hoad gets away because people do not see through him. Like the
Americans that put their right hand on one shoulder and the left one
goes into the pocket. Fear Greeks even when they come bearing
gifts. Donas offered the Romans a wooden horse and they accepted
it but they did not know inside were soliders.
A lot of people
are like that – “Some of my best friends are Jews.
“Some of my best friends are black.” This is of no philosophical
interest it is just language, style meaning nothing. These talked
about are most probably the ones with whom they grew up. I do
not know about the genuineness of the Hoads, they could have played
for Harrison College but they chose to play for Pickwick. They
could have been slumming like Prince Harry.
what is heard and learnt in the drawing or dining room and servants,
who served and suckled were considered loyal but it is an economic thing.
It was alleged that whites talked around a dinner table and a black
maid brought out the tale from Spooner Hill about the plot to kill Grantley
Adams. Some say that a bullet hole is still in the wall
in Tyrol Cot.
One has to
be genuine. Where are genuine people found in a white crowd?
White people that take a principled stance get the same grief.
It is an aspiration for whites like Hoad - not to kill them in a passion
but to restrict their racism - it is nothing personal and I will use
my words as weapons to beat the crap out of racist arguments.
White people will make amends and I will say that and write it and I
do not care what is done to me.
And win I will
for Hoad is not capable to argue through any point that is raised; he
has never showed that he can follow through. He side-swipes. Aristotle
said an argument has to be carried all the way to ad infinitum.
Snakes do not
stalk their prey, they watch and position themselves in its path, wait
and strike. A side-winder coils its body like Sss and propels itself
in a straight line by following a crocked path. Some side winders
in Guyana are side-swippers ,they fly through the air and go straight
for the jugular to sink their fangs but the Amerindians deal with them
like hush puppies.
Two of my articles
on this website are “What you Sew so you Reap”
Hoad’s reply is: “Sew the wind and reap the whirlwind.”
sewed the winds of African slavery and also of the genocide off my ancestors
of the Americas and unless they do as the Bible says and earn the Grace
of God, which means own up, say sorry, ask for forgiveness and make
amends to the victims – cut out the inequality created by the
white man - other wise they will continue to live in iniquity
– iniquity meaning unacknowledged sin – and the sins of the fathers
will continue to come down through generations.
“ Nelson Mandela sought reconciliation with those who imprisoned him.”
A piece of
crystallized crap and an insult. Nelson Mandela sold out
that is why the Western press makes him a hero. It is a weakness
when in a certain position. White people have a history of using psychology
and the people of colour are not accustomed of dealing with deceit.
This is something
that is imbedded in so many white people. Study disturbances and rebellions,
when whites captured they torture (‘interrogation methods’ Bush
calls it) - in those days it did not matter for blacks were
not human. Confessions are got probably under the promise of life.
In order to stop pain they compromise and talk and do a lot of damage.
in South Africa are appalling and not reported, where so
many drown their feelings in strong drink – inside and outside Africa
- so many cannot deal with past horrors and so many need justice.
How many South
African black friends does lowdown Hoad have? Does he have any
that have committed no crime but to go back means death.
Here is a letter
from one friend to the another dated 2003 - 09th September.
is so high and rape of small babies, man, goats, dogs are raped too
and people cook people and eat them and sickness. I have one eye
being very sore and Lindiwee I regret myself coming home. I am
even thinking of going to old age. Oh! Lindiwee I miss you and
as I have forgiven you not wanting to come home.
no happiness. We cannot laugh any more and people are dying like
flies. I am not writing a lot as my eye I should not tire it so
much. I have to go to the optician Thursday. I just miss you so
much if I was not too old I would pack and go back to Europe but it
is too late for me. So I am just try to do best with what I have.
is the war of National Liberation in Zimbabwe, which ended in 1980.
Lindewee (Mimi) Tesle, a Khosa, was Miss Africa South in the 1960s and
then official secretary of the London ZAPU leadership under Samkanga.
She witnessed, at firsthand, the ZAPU-ZANU split with all its disastrous
personal and political effects. In South Africa, her young husband
went out without a pass card and for that was killed. Her son
had five uncles and they were also all killed. Ms. Tisele
is still a dissident in exile.
some excerpts from her book Zimbabwean Women in Chimurenga
published by our company. These are mainly interviews
- April 1980.
MAMA MILLO - Born Diodlo Ka Mtembu, aged 82 –
Sunny Takawira, also interviewed)
“I was born
emfazweni yamuva (during the last war) between blacks and whites
and the last of five children. I had three older sisters and one
brother. My parents had originally come from So-Shangana
in Gaza. They arrived at Mzingwane with me as a baby from the chieftaincy
of Lobengula, the son of Mzilikazi.
We all grew
up at Engodlweni near Bulawayo, where my brother and I
spent the better part of our childhood looking after the family’s
livestock. My father had fifty cattle, a dozen sheep and a few chickens.
Nobody really bothered about the ownership of chickens because chickens
in the neighbourhood belonged to everybody. Whoever wanted eggs
went out to get them, where the chickens laid them. It was the same
with fruit. Fruit was there on the trees for whoever wanted some.
Ownership was one of the least important things that is something I
still distinctly remember from my childhood.
There was no
sale of goods as there is today. Meat was certainly never sold.
A family that lived well slaughtered as and when it became necessary.
The rich slaughtered a cow quite regularly, say once a month and in
between they slaughtered a sheep. Sometimes for variety the men
had a chicken but women and children were not supposed eat chicken,
though as children we always got some chicken gravy. Fortunately
not many people cared for chicken because its flesh was thought to have
an unpleasant smell.
came into our lives asking for land, there seemed no problem .. kanti
bathi nizakaula (they meant to teach us to stop being naive).
They disturbed us all until now that we have become these land hungry
specimens that we have become because of their laws.
European have done to us are not of this world. We can never pay
them back in their own coin, all the damage they have done to us!
Amakhiwa, indaba yabo kayi khulunywa yeyomlimi. (Europeans,
their case is beyond discussion. It is for God’s judgment.) Such cruelty!
to get milk and eggs from us until they occupied our land by force.
Then we had to buy from them as our stocks began to diminish.
First they arrive in small groups and asked to build schools for us,
convincing the Kings, Mzilikazi, that schooling was a good thing
for us. When he agreed he pointed to the bottom of the fields and said
enyatini (down there), hence the place name Nyathis.
Richard – and his brother Robert from the London Mission, I think
– lie buried down at Nyathini. Unfortunately I never
knew their surname. Part from hearing about these white people,
I personally did not know them.
time, we were told, soldieries were kept in regiments according to age
and the highest honour was to be an Isidlodlo
(a head ring) my father had one, being the oldest man in his community
an a warrior. Here in Shonaland
was the center of all the kingdoms and people came here every year to
honour the kings.
I went to school
when I was about 17 years old and attended classes until I was in standard
three, I think. Those that wanted to teach went onto standard
five at Mtombotembu at Nyathi and Hope Fountain near
I got married
in 1920 when I was about 23. It took me two days to reach my husband’s
home as I had to go via the place, where Reverend Moyo lived
to receive his blessing. Reaching him meant a day’s journey
from my place. Reverend Moyo was quite a powerful and influential
man. He really was someone to look up to in the community and
I always felt that extending my travel by a day’s journey was worth
were something quite elaborate. European marriages could never
be the same thing. First there was the small ceremony for the
arrangement of the request to marry. Then there was the second
ceremony for the actual request, and finally the marriage ceremony.
One was never left alone at the home of one’s betrothed like they
do these days. There were always people that accompanied you to
help you in every way and these left you gradually as you got more and
more used to your in laws.
The first asking or request was always some smallish ceremony, almost as it is still is today… Since there were hardly any divorces, an unhappy marriage was a tragedy.
a pleasure speaking to Mama Mlilo because she was so articulate and
of course spoke Ndbele, which is really Zulu of the first order.
I say first order because, having moved from Zululand, the Ndebele have
retained some original Zulu words that have since gone out of general
use in their ancestral land. Also the history of the Africans
in South Africa comes alive among the Ndebele because as these Zulu
warriors came up north they married women from the adjoining Sotho,
Tswana and Shangane people and the women’s languages blended with
the men’s Zulu and produced Sindebele with all its fascinating varieties.
station at Nyathi to which Mama Mlilo (otherwise Mrs. Dube) refers was
established there in 1859 by Robert Moffat (1795-1883) of the London
Missionary Society, the father-in-law of David Livingston. Of
the Kings mentioned here Mzilikazi brought the Ndebele people to their
present land in 1830’s and died therein 1868 while his son, Lobengula,
ruled from 1870 to 1894. He led the first war of resistance against
the British invaders in 1893. The second and more serious war,
which involved both the Ndebele and Shona peoples, took place in 1896-97
was another young lady with whom an interview proved almost impossible
because of the crowdedness of the ZANU offices and the general
hustle and bustled, She, too, was one of the young ladies, who were
too modest to talk about their heroic sacrifice for Zimbabwe.
These children, who dared Smith’s mighty army!
“I went to
join the liberation in 1975 at fourteen years of age and like all others
we crossed the border into Mozambique. My initial political
education was really from my father, although I did not tell him, when
I left for the front. Nobody was involving parents in this.
We just wanted to fight the Whites.”
“Would you do it again now that you’ve seen war?
did not answer. I had touched a raw nerve and the pain and the
silent defiance could only be noticed by seeing her whole body turning
clammy. When I quickly said: “Perhaps we leave such matters
at that.” She immediately smiled and looked at me gratefully
like a school girl would to her teacher after being let off lightly.
In my heart I could not help feeling ridiculous. These little babes have gone to war, while we spent valuable time attending fruitless meetings and half killing each other with criticisms on points that had been overlooked or brushed aside, thereby leaving these youngsters to face the full horror of war almost unarmed. And here they are, still happy to call us Mama and Aunt and Sisi and almost curtseying as if what they have just been through was the most ordinary of experiences.
was born in Goromonzi in the North East of Salisbury. Her
father is a teacher and her mother is a community worker who is now
working as a club organizer travelling around the country as an adviser
on cookery, sewing and club organizing. Tendi’s
primary education was at Loretto Catholic School in Que Que and
at St. Alberts Mission at Mt. Darwin.
“As my school
was near the border it was easily accessible to ZANLA forces
and we heard that comrades were giving interesting lessons in some hidden
part of the country but that only boys were wanted. Out of curiosity
we followed the boys to the education meeting to listen to party policy.
We also discovered that there were some girls already fighting alongside
boys but that there were far too few girls.
given an analysis of the way the country was run by the whites and having
understood that under the Smith regime our education was useless as
opportunities would never come our way, we decided to abandon school
and risk all to achieve a change of government. We more or less
forced our way in, as we felt we were not really fully acceptable as
girls. This only made us more determined to be part of the struggle,
however. Having thus forced ourselves in, we walked through
Mozambique to Zambia through the bush and reached our destination
after about three months. All told, our group had numbered seven
girls and one boy. Our ages ranged from fourteen to eighteen.
None of us had any previous knowledge of bush survival so the whole
thing was nightmarish.
at a camp were taught first aid for about four months. We were
then sent out as carriers. The Zambezi River was not always
easy to cross, especially as the materials were often very heavy.
This to-ing and fro-ing we did for something like six months.
The job was quite dangerous. Sometimes we left the materials at
some spot and got back to the camp for a few days before resuming our
I was later
sent to Lusaka to do a secretarial course. I was one of
the first ZANLA girls to receive proper military training and
we were deployed as soon as was possible. I was sent to Lusaka
again and worked in the Publicity Department for about two years until
1975. After the death of Chairman Herbert Chitepo I was
among those arrested. We were six girls detained by the Zambian
Government that particular morning.
I was still
detained when most other prisoners were release because it was thought
that as I worked in Publicity I must know an awful lot more than I was
prepared to say. I was interrogated for a further four months.
from D.A.R.E. (literally Court of Chiefs’) were in detention for a
whole year. This was a terrible isolation for us as we did not
know who or where the other prisoners were or what was happening at
the front. It was really awful sitting in there, imagining the
worst and not able to learn a thing about anybody.
All we had
for human company were the Zambian prison officers, who were very cold
and hostile to us. Then one day as we were being moved from one area
to another with our hands on our heads, the Zambian police fired at
us in cold blood without any provocation at all, and killed eleven of
us, wounding another twelve. Two other girls died. Of the two
girls one was our Commander, Pedzisai Mazorodze, aged 24.
In the meantime
up in Tanzania, the comrades rejected Sithole’s leadership
and demanded our release. It was a year before we were released
and flown to Tete Town in Mozambique. In Mozambique
I was sent to Nyadzonia Camp. There I was appointed to
teach other comrades the emancipation of women in capitalist society,
the role of women in the revolution and in a socialist society and general
massacred on 09th August
1976 left something like 900 comrades dead, I think. All
because of ex-comrade Nyathi who had defected to the Smith regime
and brought back the enemy troops, painted in black paint or polish
and driving dressed in Frelimo uniforms and waving Frelimo
flags. The whole thing was nightmarish. I hope never to
see the likes of it again as long as I live.
I was then
deployed to Tengwe Camp, also in Mozambique, and was political
commissar for another six months before being transferred again to
Chimoi Camp, where they had set up Chitepo
College. The main subject taught there was political philosophy.
This camp also got attacked and ZANLA lost 150 cadres at a go.
The lessons were bitter. I do not know how we survived.
On 23rd November 1977,
during another raid on the same camp, the victims were elderly men,
school children and hospital patients.
that I was transferred to the Publicity Department where I had been
first. I went to lessons in photography and cinematography.
After that I started going to the war front, taking pictures and working
for our war communiqué magazine, Zimbabwe News. I was
appointed a delegate to the Lancaster House Conference in London as
a press officer under Comrade Zvobgo.
In eight years
I have seen my father once and my mother a few times. My parents
thought that I was long dead because of the total lack of communication
during all those years. But I could not even risk dropping them
a line for fear of endangering their lives, as they could have been
arrested for my independent decision to join the ZANLA forces.
I am one of five children, with two older brothers and two younger brothers
who are still at school.
had also moved house, so really locating them became too risky.
And what was the point of locating them to say I was all right and then
perhaps be dead then very next minute? My mother told me that
she learnt by a chance meeting in the country that I was still alive
and had been seen. That was after two years silence and then all
Now that the
nightmarish years are over I too, like everybody else, am looking forward
to building Zimbabwe into a country where we will all have chances
of improving ourselves instead of one with education and jobs for only
a handful because they are white and nothing for the rest of us because
we are black.
At the moment,
though, there does not seem any point in moving to another department.
I am the only one left in the Publicity Department of our former team.
Everyone else has been moved to other jobs. Perhaps later on the
Party will decide to change me for some reason. I was once sent
to Germany to do a course in Cinematography and would not mind going
back there for further studies, but that is for the party to say. They
may even decide to transfer me to administration or whatever.
They decide and I do as I am advised.”
Tendi if this did not bother her. “Not at all,” came the
assured answer. “We live for the Party because of the tasks ahead.
Maybe people, who have not been to the war front would be bothered by
the feeling of ‘self first’, but not us, not anymore. We are
all for the Party first.”
went to school at Mabvuku in Salisbury. “My mother is
now in Umtali; my dad died in1964. My mother has a small
plot and sells her little products such as mixed vegetables to the local
people. My dad was a domestic servant in Salisbury and I am the
youngest of six children.
I was sixteen
when I joined the military. We ran away as a group from Mabvuku
school. We planned to go to Mozambique so we went to
Umtali and found someone who told people the way to Mozambique and
followed his instructions, traveling on foot. It took us two days
to walk. We bought bread and butter and some tinned food for our
journey. Some of the others had money on them and we all shared.
We headed for Zhunda in Mozambique and then to Tembwe
for training. We got separated at Zhunda
but this did not disturb us because we made friends easily with all
other comrades. Our original group numbered about twenty, the
youngest being about twelve and the oldest about eighteen years old.
lasted for three months. We were trained as carriers. This we
did for six months. Then I was taken to a secretarial course at
Chimoio and that took another six months. Soon after that
we were raided at Chimoio this was towards the end of 1977 and
most of us ran away. Our commander gave us a place to put our
typewriters and we started working again as if nothing had happened
such was the pressure of work. We worked for about two months
before being sent to Gondola
in Chimoio. At Chimoio
we were attacked quite heavily almost daily. It was serious.
In June 1978
I was sent to Maputo to work as a secretary to Comrade Zvobgo
in the Publicity and Information Department. I was working on
the Compo-graphic machine until the whole of ZANU came back to
Zimbabwe on 19th January 1980.
I felt really
afraid after the attack at Chimoio in 1977
because we lost so many comrades, such as ‘Do it’ Mtshazo
and Tongai, both of who were 18 years old. It is easy to
remember them because they belonged to our Chimurenga Choir of
about nineteen members.
village three of us left and luckily all three survived the war.
That is Tafire Njika, now 23 years old, Rugare, now aged
22 and myself. I now work at ZBC as a secretary. I’ve though
of getting married and having children because I like the ideas of starting
family. I think ideally, I would be happy with four children.
I am presently engage to be married next month to a fellow comrade
Nicky Nyika (26), who has also been to the front as a commander.
Muchtama, like most of these youngsters from the front, was very reluctant to talk about her role and only lit up when we started talking about her hopes for the future. We teased her quite a bit about her future role as a domesticated housewife. “Can you imagine Nicky washing napkins, though?’ I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and simply said: “That is not impossible.”
born at Gutu near Fort Victoria where her people owned a general
dealer’s shop. She was not politicized at all so much so that
she only became aware of the war raging on the eastern and northern
borders as late as 1972. By 1975, however, she at college in
Bulaway doing designing could not concentrate on anything except
the war. She thought about it for months on end and one day she
felt that she had to escape and go the way everybody else seemed to
be going. She took a bus trough Birchenough Bridge and went on
foot with some mates to Chipinga, arriving there around 8:00
In her own
words: “Our group was unlucky because of the curfew, which meant
that we could not get any buses. We found a fellow, also on his
way to the border, who fortunately had some money with him. Otherwise
we would have had to foot it to Mozambique. Having hired
a special service bus we drove to the Mozambique
border in relative comfort, even though the bus was full to capacity
and one could hardly move a leg. The whole journey was only possible
because of the support we got from the local people all the way, right
through to Mozambique. The people at the border were also
very helpful and offered us food and overnight accommodation.
The old man
in whose house we slept during our last night in Zimbabwe woke
us up early, before dawn. I think we crossed the border somewhere around
2:00 a.m. at Spungabera, before anybody was up. There we met
Frelimo comrades who kept us for a day until contact had been made
with our comrades in Mozambique. Together like that, making
do we went along, we stayed with some Frelimo some of us for
a whole month and then were finally sent to Torongo Refugee Camp,
where I received a month’s light infantry training. After that
we were sent to the front to carry supplies until the end of 1977.
I was sent to a military camp where I helped teachers who were teaching
In 1978 I went
to Ethiopia for training as a medical auxiliary for roughly nine
months, basically in maternity and childcare. We were also trained
in giving medicines independently because of the scarcity of doctors.
The medical training had to be done on the spot because there was simply
no time for conventional practices. We had to learn very quickly
how to write out prescriptions. These were mainly for antibiotics, antihistamines
for rashes, Panadol (aspirin, etc) for headaches and Lasix with potassium
supplement for water retention. We gave Fusix for itching body
and other antibiotics such as tetracycline and penicillin injections.
When training for injections we were give a … as one became
more and more competent one had duty to pass on training to new cadres
as they came in. Attacks were numerous and always shocking;
as we were in the war zone, death was something expected yours and that
of you patients yet it was always depressing.
Yes we felt
fear but there was no pointing being constantly afraid. We were
in a war and we took it as it came. The Nyadzonia Massacred
on 09th August 1976 and the raids on Chimoio
on 24th November 1977 and on Tembwe the next day
were horrifying. In all these camps Smith’s soldiers had a field
day because they were attacking comrades who had not yet been trained.
In fact, they were refugee camps. And at each camp we lost some
four to five hundred comrades from about 9 years of age
to 20 or sometimes 25 years of age. At one camp Smith’s
soldiers came during the day with armoured cars with our former comrade
Nyat. And all our comrades were shot in cold blood!
What followed that was …., too horrible.
are dirty! These massacres showed us in no uncertain terms that
Smith and the whites were not joking. They meant to kill us all.
At Chimoio and Tembwe there were at least trained comrades
who could retaliate by shooting down planes and returning fire.
Yet even at those camps we lost hundreds of comrades.”
interview Yvonne had been quietly composed but her eyes now became
glassy. When I asked if she would rather that I stopped now, she
sniffed, shook herself back to her former composed self and said very
quietly: “What does it matter now?” We cannot bring
back from the dead.” Being an Azania I know that our
own dirty job still has to be face unless a miracle saves us.
However there does not seem to be any miracle on the horizon and the
Namibians have long started their Chimurango.
My mind stood
still watching this twenty year old who had matured with the sight of
so much blood and become philosophical about death. How much longer
do the white South Africans hope to keep us as their subordinates?
There was also
Ita meaning ‘Do It”. Do It was a young albino
girl aged about 18 years old or so, who sang with Muchazotida
and died at the same time as her. Do It was also very intelligent.
She was a political commissar, teaching others politics and would argue
very intensely and convincingly about political principles.
so many people at the camp that one can never forget. There was
Brown, aged 22. He was a brave young anti-aircraft military
instructor: He was cornered by the Rhodesian forces, who wanted
to capture him but instead he shot himself to avoid giving information
under interrogation. Comrade Serbia, aged 22 years,
was a military commissar (instructor). She appeared in ‘Zimbabwe
News’ as a very brave soldier. She started in the operational
areas but died as Mundzingadzi Camp near Chimoio
in Mozambique. She was on a mission when she left the front only
to be killed on the morning after her arrival from Gaza Province
where she had been operational. Comrade Goronga, a field
operations commander aged 24 years, was killed in 1979
in an ambush on his way from Tete Province to Chimoio.
He had returned from commanding in the war in Manyinka Province.
There were many such deaths of very valuable people.”
We had begun
the interview quite happily but when Yvonne came to recall so
many deaths and relive the massacres it had seemed almost pointless
to ask further questions. However we did end on a happier note
when she told me about the end of the war.
the end of 1979 I was sent to do journalism in Yugoslavia but came back
in January 1980 to help in the campaign or ‘Jongwe’ the cock,
emblem and symbol of ZANU in the elections which of course we
won. I would now like to work as a journalist or in medicine,
but as it is ages since I did anything medical and I may not qualify
for training in that field I should perhaps look towards radio or television
When I asked her what she would really like to do, ignoring such practicalities as training and money, she replied:” Oh well, I dream of being a film maker but I don’t know if I could ever be accepted anywhere for training. But really, the Party allocates duties as before and it is the Party that has final responsibility for whatever I will do in the future in Zimbabwe.
of Venegesai S. Mzenda, Deputy Prime Minister)
was born of peasant farmers in Fort Victoria. She went to school
at Gokomere Mission and did her Nursing Training straight after
standard six for three years at Makumbi Mission Hospital near
for only six months and then got married. My husband was a carpenter
and had spent some six years in South Africa, at Marran Hill
in Natal. When he qualified he taught in Durban for a while before
I first worked
in Balaway Municipal Hospital for about four years during which
I had my twin daughters Tsitsi (Mercy) and Tariro
(Guardian) in 1950. They were born prematurely at Mpilo Maternity
Hospital in Bulawayo. I had worked right through my pregnancy
up to the seventh month when they were born. I had to take my
twin babies to relatives back home literally as soon as I could stand
up. I think it must have been only some six weeks before I had to go
back to earn a living, this time at Mpopoma
Municipal Hospital, also in Bulawayo, where I worked for two
We had decided
that my husband had better prospects for his carpentry business
at Umvuina and so we moved there. Soon after our arrival
my daughter Tendai (Thanks) was born. I can’t really say at
what point it all happened but my husband dropped his carpentry business
and was going from place to place on political matters for as long as
I can remember. He was finally arrested in 1962 and held for two
years, then released for six months before he was arrested again.
This time he was jailed for eight years. After being released
for two years he was rearrested, first for about one year and then again
for another two years. This time he went straight to Maputo.
That was around 1977 and we just kept on hoping that he would return
home one day, which he did in January 1980.
this time without him we had to survive and, as with every fatherless
family, things were very hard, almost impossible sometimes. I
had all these young children to feed and clothe on an African nurse’s
salary. The situation was really trying. It seemed that
I was chosen by fate to have almost all my children while their father
was either in prison or on the run from the police. My son
Vengisai (hate the conditions) was born in 1954 and another son
Taiti (Discussion or debate) in 1956, and then a baby girl, Teresa,
in 1959. Teresa finally joined Chimurenga in
Maputo in 1978 and died there the same year in one of their big
bombings. Chikwereti (Retribution) and Tonga (Rule),
both boys, were born in 1962 and 1965 respectively while their father
those years the doctors at the hospital sympathized with me and allowed
me to work though my pregnancies; this meant that officially I did not
break my service. All told, I worked for 25 year at Umvuma
Hospital. That meant of course that I had to resume work within
six weeks of delivery, but with some of the children I felt too low
and allowed myself to stay at home for up to eight weeks. We needed
the money so badly, I simply used to drag myself out of bed and go on
duty to look after sick people when I was sometimes as sick as my patients.
our married life my husband was there without being there, if you see
what I mean. My children were educated by the kindness of some
Swedish friends who paid for their education, as their fees were out
of the question on my salary. As it is, my daughter completed
her B.A. General here in Zimbabwe, then Rhodesia. One daughter
went to Tanzania, one son is in Ethiopia training to be a pilot, and
another daughter is in Germany.
My worst years
were when my husband was imprisoned, because of the repeated beatings.
I did mange to visit him with permission from the then government.
It is hard to explain exactly what we went through during all those
years. The short time for visiting hours was mortifying, having
traveled for hours on end on public transport that was never completely
reliable, only to be allowed to talk to one’s husband for five or
sometimes ten minutes, always in the presence of an officer.
visit regularly because of our financial position, but one glorious
year I did mange to get all of us to visit him together and another
year I managed to repeat that feat twice. It made me feel good
because at other times I either went alone or with just one child.
Permission from a central office was vital. One simply could not
take chances, as the money would have been complexly wasted. There
were too many reports of children and relatives crying at the prison
gate but not being allowed in because they had either not got the permission
to visit or had forgotten their visiting permits.
On one of those
visits when I took all the children we were lucky. The prison
warder actually allowed two of the children, Tongai
and Chikwereti, to sit on their father’s lap. We were
so pleased, every effort of preparation seemed to have been worthwhile
just for that moment of shared emotion. We took a lot of food
and clothes because we knew that there was a lot of sharing of provisions
with other prisoners, especially those whose families could not come
for whatever reason.
“All these deprivations made the children very militant. Four of my children went to Maputo and of course Teresa was out there with her father and died during that notorious Chimoio Raid. In fact Teresa went missing after the raid and since she ha not been seen since we all presume her dead, but her body was never found. So many bodies are said to have been mixed up that we simply conclude that she too was amongst those dead bodies.
I did not have
time to talk to Tsitsi, only the pleasure of seeing her as she
brought us tea when I went to her temporary home to interview her mother.
I say temporary home because it was a ZANU house and th whole
family still shared everything with other Comrades just as they had
done in the war zones in Mozambique. (Tsitsi, like all
the youngsters from the war front, was very mature. There was none of
the self-assertive arrogance one encounters in Europe among both black
and white youth. And yet their achievement was so great and so
Maud how she was coping and she shrugged her shoulders and said:
“Well, we are all doing our best. These young men are
no more children and that makes my role very light because they are
no bother to me. We all understand that these lives we are leading
are a necessary part of our times. The bloody war is over and
now we have to tidy up our lives as best we can.
before the Lancaster House talks I had not seen my husband fo some five
years. I was pleased to be able to visit him in London, and now
having won the elections, like all other Zimbabweans during this
war, I am so grateful that it is over and am looking forward to a positive
government. We are all tired of the things that went on here between
us and the white people’s government.”
Maud is one
of those very homely women who seem to wear their cloak of misfortunes
as if it wee the most natural thing to wrap around one’s shoulders.
She say very little for herself but is full of quiet, undemonstrative
determination, making one feel like a paper waif for one’s ramifications
every time life gets impossible.
first, animals or people? People have to come first. Do
not mind all those white people pictured in the newspaper with Simon
Cowell. Notice that only white people were there. It is
a natural thing with this sort of European mentality.
do not know the meaning of real power; all they have is might.
They are afraid that is why they are not in village councils, in politics
or trying to bring down the cost of food in this island? They
done with that every since. They abdicated. They got people
to run the country for them in their own way. After all they know
that under the black directorate there is very little that can go wrong
apart from the natural mistakes of human frailty.
I see how they treat their pets I wish for a job with Kitty Kat canning
There is a
story about 1938/39 and Herbie Talma, a school teacher, who told his
students to pay attention in school and stop making themselves into
clowns to people, who, on Sunday mornings drove around with dogs in
the back of their cars in which black people could not get a ride.
Herbie talked in a class, where many were white.
About 40 years
ago sparrows were eating China’s wheat and a campaign was started
to destroy some and white people jump up and said sparrows will become
dogs to humans.” Like so many of them says Ann, and ex-nun,
I was mulling over this essay at Thunder Bay/Church Point when the
point was made. White foreign people in my home, where my ancestors’
bones are buried set dogs on me at a public beach - and even though
I protested and cursed and carried on, they let the dogs loose again
later on a boy.
The surf was
kicking and when it is kicking I head to Thunder Bay to see the awesome
magnificence of waves. Waves broke high up on the beach.
Blacks were at the water’s edge and whites with beach chairs were
on the level part of the sand. I walked on the level sand.
came at me. I stepped back and the dogs stopped their attack.
I stepped forward and they came at me again. These dogs
were trained to prevent people from coming within a certain radius,
beyond the slop down to the water.
The white people
sitting in beach chairs from where the dogs came did not move.
I must step back and walk by the water’s edge; the flat sand was not
for me to walk on and if I did so it would be me and dogs fighting.
Only after I started to cuss and make a fuss did they called back the
dogs and put them on a leash. They did not take smiles off
of their face and made it clear that this was an intrusion.
I went across the road to visit with an old lady. While there a young boy came and said that after I left these people had unleashed the dog and they had attacked him and his uncle and his uncle had had to kick one of the dogs.
I have never
been subjected to a racist affront, not in Europe, America, Canada,
Africa or England. It is the most horrible feeling; the mind boggles
and cannot be wrapped around this it.
allow such liberty because of white peoples’ slave conditioning -
called the polite Bajan, it has been the bane of our society.
Jamaicans will say that te’ratic; you cannot do that and will
fix the dogs. Their attitude saved many West Indians in England.
Let us look
at the doings of an ex-acquaintance, someone with whom I shared a not-much-know
history and with whom I parted company over dogs.
M is a mover
and shaker in the Hope Foundation. Five years ago she was trying
to raise $50 million for an animal hospital. Years ago she bought
a prestigious Alsatian, (there apparently is nothing more high class
than being in those high, high class European magazines about dogs.
The dog, she calls his Ghandi but he has his real title, is listed in
and can trace its linage right back to the Vikings. .
M. paid BD$500,000.00
for a killer that understands German only. She spends, and
that was in 2001, $2,500.00 a month on chicken for one hundred and twenty
dogs she keeps at her house on a one acre plot. Call M any time
even in the dead of night for a crying dog and she will come but forget
the children/human beings.
We parted company
a short while after one day we were together and we stopped at a west
coast hotel room and booked a room for two weeks and made reservations
for a rented car for that time for a man, whose airfare she paid to
come and show her dog at a dog show and me and her sister struggling
to get business of the ground.
lived in “Jalna” Belleville, when she was a girl and people went
to lunch there. Her mother abused her badly. She has a twisted
cheekbone as evidence. My grandmother lived in the house after
that. M and I attended Queens at the same time. The last time
I knew of her was she had entered a Carnival Queen Contest.
In the 1990s
we met in a lawyer’s office: “I used to love to watch your
mother act. You are lucky you have a very intelligent mother.”
She told my son.
M was fairly
recently widowed and we had shared experience in the foresight and camaraderie
of her late husband, a wealthy businessmen. Not many people
understood the foresight of her late husband, who headed a white Roebuck
Street merchant firm.
M told me the
story. Her last affair was with a black man – future politician -
with whom she lived; it had ended. She was out to drinks
when some one asked if she had a new man.
“No and the
only man I want now has to be very, very old, very, very rich, very,
very ill with one foot on a banana peel and the next foot in the grave.”
like to apply for that job.” A man came to her and said.
her to his bar. He was gravely ill and they became friends.
Before he might get some ideas she told him that while it might sound
selfish she could in all honestly not withstand a relationship with
an ill partner for she had just managed to buy back a car and crawl
She did not
image that the man who wore pants that were shiny at the creases would
bring out bankbooks and show her the many millions. The
two friends got married he survived that bout of illness, developed
another and died about seven years after into the marriage.
At that time
I met M she was in litigation with Charles’ siblings over her share
of his estate for the business had been valued, for her settlement,
at one price and had been sold to Shipping and Trading at three times
my mouth remained sealed, when one of Charles former employees now working
for Shipping and Trading was critical of the way Charles’ business
was structured even though despite all the Ho! Ha! Ha! M.E.R. Bourne
had the largest and best brand names e.g. Nestles and owned the supermarket,
Big B, which had the biggest turn over.
“He did not
even have all of his business computerized.” The employee complained.
“If you have
all of your business computerized you cannot steal from yourself.
And Charles was the only one, who had the courage to do that after he
died they were all too scared.” M confided. My experience
with him was a man with empathy of the human soul.
REFECTIONS Modern Politics The Caribbean, Africa & Asia Minor
– by Angela Cole and Gary Cole - 1,200
pages available January 2009.
he know that this lobster is from Cuba?” I said.
businessman, Charlie Gale, who from the beginning bought Cuban honey
in drums; bottled it under his own trade name and sold it in shops and
supermarkets called to say: “He said it is the best lobster he ever
saw and he wants some. Telephone him and see what he says.”
Cuban lobster was the best. The secret was to put the lobsters
in tap water for a few minutes before they are
boiled. This tranquillizes them so that the trauma on the meat
like M.E.R. Bourne is not going to do business with Cuba. They
are the most conservative and traditional business people.”
Loron Gibbs, the largest fruit and vegetable importer, tried to stop
me so I would not make a fool of myself.
Bourne had spied lobster being dug up by police while in cold storage.
The lobster importer, Johnny Tudor was an aspiring younger politician,
member of the opposition and later Member of Parliament and cabinet
minister with connection through family (Samuel Jackman Prescod) and
friendships to Errol Barrow then ex-Prime Minister and the leader of
the opposition. Johnny was already in the seafood business.
is no embargo on trade from Cuba. The government would have to place
one on to stop me. I also want some of that lobster, and some
the Cuban business agent, a relationship grew; he planned to holiday
in Cuba the next year and joined plans to lower prices for food and
to trade with Cuba.
years ago, I met a family, who owned Bacardi Rum and lived in Cuba.
We were their agents. Mr. Bacardi and his family holidayed with
us and they expected to be treated like royalty. They lived so
grand that I wondered what kind of society could have produced their
expectations. They must have lived like kings in Cuba.”
to do something,” said Jesus, the Cuban,
“every other woman was a prostitute in Havana.”
want tuna to sell on supermarket shelves at $1.99.” I said to
him. He checked out our monthly consumption of canned tuna and
he and the first black supermarket owner co-ordinated their orders and
sold it at $1.99 in supermarkets, which they supplied. The
cheapest tuna until then was sold at just over $3.00. Processed by hand,
Cuban tuna was light in colour because dark pieces of meat were taken
and I worked out a three-tiered system for honey. Honey in bottles
already came into the island so orders for them would not affect sales
of bulk honey because they were two different markets. The third
tier was to have the bulk importer import extra drums; taps would be
installed and customers could bring their own bottle and buy the honey
by the pint from a fledgling communist trade union.
unbeknownst to me, an informer in my home. As the Cuban ship anchored
at break of dawn, police came to my house and arrested me for theft
of one cassette tape valued at $2.00 U.S. which the informer had left,
when she left my home a few days before the boat’s first schedule
arrival; they used this as an excuse to detained me at the police station
while they boarded the ship with machine guns.
you. They call me the Singing Police. I followed you for
twenty-one days, when I worked Special Branch.” Years later
a resident beat officer came to my home, rang the bell to introduce
himself to the new tenant and recognized me.
“You real interesting. One day I follow you and you went nine
places. You do not do anything wrong you just different.
You move so that sometimes we used to have to have back-up crews to
follow you. I learn a lot of things from you.” He knew
of the Cubans and remembered my day-to-day movement better than I had.
He said Special Branch had taped my telephone and that he sat for days
and nights on a kerbstone outside my home. At that time I lived in the
overseers’ cottage at Castle Grant plantation.
“The policeman who lives next to you called me and said
that I should be careful that he knows that Special Security had you
under surveillance. I had to ask if he knew, who he was talking
to and that I worked Special Security.”
not that of Fidel’s long speeches. There were problems.
I financed a trip for Loron to try to sort them out and he went
on the docks and showed them the correct way to bag potatoes and made
large orders for goods on the next shipment. He took his wife,
with him, who has a Masters degree in Spanish. She loved the country
but did not want to return because of the duty free stores.
“I do not like the idea that visitors can buy so many nice things
and an average Cuban cannot.” She said.
(duty free) are set up to take only US money; in them Cuban pesos were
worthless. Italian, Fila sneakers sold for US$17.00 in the US
they cost US$100.00. Well-fitting brassieres - Vogue from Canada
- under which there was another tag which read Playtex
“Made in Barbados” for export market only, transhipped to Canada
and then to Cuba where they were sold for a few dollars. Christian
Dior, Pierre Cardin, French and Italian brand names clothes luggage,
perfumes, cosmetics, jewellery, liquor and caviar were found in these
The US dollar
was almighty. Taxi men cheated to get them. The brother
of the director of the classical orchestra in Cuba asked me to buy
“a few” duty-free things for him then took me for a drink and without
my knowledge negotiated to change my US dollars at five times the going
rate, he said, there was still money to be made off duty free items.
I plead friendship to the revolution.
“Do not ask me to do this in Cuba.” I said.
The average Cubans had to buy cheap polyester, and spent Saturdays in lines outside the Supermarcado to buy old frost-bitten pork at an exorbitant price a pound and redfish heads to supplement their rations of white rice, salt, sugar, beans, lard, pig tails and a few small strips of meat.
End of Excerpt
What is hidden
must be exposed; that which is done in secret shall be shouted from
the housetops and all is needed is a voice. The problem is that
I have been available. And I seem to be a chosen vessel.
A chosen vessel does not have any status whether Christian or not; it
has to do with usage.
It is my mouth;
it is always open, always talking and nobody else is saying anything
so if I do not want available opportunities and open doors of insight,
views, pictures, information and all the stuff that goes on around me,
then close my mouth and go to a monastery.
says that love is like something that cannot but be gone after but at
the same time the same pleasure enjoyed turns around and wounds.
The same words that are so tender, hurt and if there is no desire to
experience love’s two-fold experience of pain and joy then leave it
that has material and spirit that could mediate between spirit and material
is free. Man has determination and free will and the choice is
to love or to depart from love and to use and control and manipulate
for self pursuit.
I was brought
up with my great grandmother and grandmother, where there was tremendous
respect for our pater familias – the head of the clan, the father
of the family - in our case the great-grandmother and grandmother and
great aunt. This is how I was built.
In those days
and in our realm of society certain women were the power behind the
throne; the older matriarchs, while not visible they understood the
full extent of their power and they told their men how to behave.
Husbands relied on them for protocol etc. Tall six footer men
were putty in women’s hands. Brought up in that sort of
thing it is expected that others have the same attitude.
thing is to understand and not to bother about nonsense and anger.
Something is wrong and it is in our relationships. Satan is a
god of this world and man governs the system and not to work the system
is to be against it, bow down and worship and I will give thee all.
To let go means to be alone. To speak is to be kept outside the
system. That is the punishment.
done that for centuries; they ostracise and hide a difference or a handicap.
Sufferers of Downs’ Syndrome were heavily protected and not allowed
to mix. An extremely talented person, a very bright masterful
football player, whose father and brother were lawyers but he had a
hair lip and in spite of his brilliance he was kept as a clerk for lawyers.
is that those, who could have lots of money but it is not part of their
philosophy and hopefully will never be; they do not submit so there
are obstacles placed everywhere for self-preservation loses tolerance
and discipline and the truth does not “set you free;” you
have to sink into submission to whatever pride, pleasure, lust or desire
there is to gain.
There is no
consideration of anyone; it is control by fear so instinctively one
protects. It takes a good brain to write eight books but various family
members do not have the capacity to read and the bright ones are caught
up in ambition and do not. In this morally flawed personal environment
in order to protect from outside reality there is not much that can
be said. A conversation does not get past: - “Good morning how
are you?” - “Yesterday we had some rain.” “Looking forward
In every area,
in all the plans, is the need to show loyalty and thus less hassles
and less financial restrains otherwise it is acclaim and no finance.
Do not listen to the other side do not weigh evidence, take a side,
pledge alliance, take the pretty glass that are thrown, sell the soul,
come in the boat and shackles are placed on the ankles.
family to mongooses and not as they looks as if they are family to dogs.
They are cowards, nasty and vicious and do not take a chance to face
their prey - a lion or a wildebeest – alone; gangsters, they get together
to bring down prey. Their leader is always female and it is difficult
to trace a female line.
its teeth one side of the gut of the running prey and another on the
other side then two grab its back legs; they slow the beast down until
a lead hyena bites its throat and brings down the animal; and
Ha! Ha! Ha! They laugh. But lions watch and come and
take away the kill.
Jesus was not
tempted in the wilderness. In the same way all of us are asked
to bow down to all this temptation. Like to work in a bank for
a good salary but still seduce the bank manager to get a bigger car.
Do not call it by its real name; it is bettering oneself just another
way to operate, a pattern develops.
Let us scratch
for a solution, be independent and not join the belonging-to-the crowd.
years away from the whole social family it was easy to spot the hidden
truth and those, who function as spokespeople, echo chambers that echo
and proclaim the banner and any form of exposure becomes a violation
of the obligation to the family and at the same time a betrayal of what
holds together and if the intention is to go forward then there must
be loyalty otherwise the truth, which cannot be let out will be.
It is done
in politics nobody knows what is going on, there have their inquiries
and everybody knows who-done-it. But to the public it is “we cannot
allow them to get away.”
reached the sad, sorry state in Barbados where people, in order to curry
favour with a displaced political oligarchy or to position themselves
for future handouts and benefits, would compromise all standards, ethics
and principles on issues of transparency, accountability and morality.”
… Prime Minister David Thompson in the Nation Newspaper 27th
demonstrated so clearly in the political arena has to stem from somewhere
for the political arena is the vehicle, the outwards expression of what
lies in our society and the society is built up of families.
and to be on that side is to be a victim of anxiety and stress and to
not to acknowledge, who the victim is. Be blind, play the game
and even if at some level there is a wanting to be free or not be part
of the doctrine then it is not possible to be a part of the family.
“I just do not know what to do with you. I only want what is best for you.”
“You just do not toe the line you just do not understand where we are.”
“Where you think I would be?”
“Why you do not write romance novels.”
to learn a lesson.”
Like the “beauty”
shows from which satisfaction is had from choosing the ugliest-looking.
Things that are good, that displays some sort of quality are to be defaced.
We are in a
crisis brought by an illusion, which the political scientist sociology
and writer, John Cumberbatch (see REFLECTIONS, Modern Politics
The Caribbean, Africa & Asia Minor by Angela Cole
and Gary Cole - 1200
pages, in chapter entitled Scientific Revolution
1995 by John Cumberbatch,) said
was real because people live by it as if it were so.
It is need,
like a slave that has a position in a house, who defends the master
over something, which has no significant, with no connection, just because
he sees it affecting his own self. To do this is to see only one’s
own level of survival and not to see any other for there are so many
secrets and so many are confused by greed and enticed into a web where
no one’s else worth is seen.
If good ultimately
overpowers evil, then any unit, element or person or circumstance that
moves on behalf of exposure becomes valuable to the true power that
will over come in the future.
be not many troubles, when the inevitable is realized that we are all
human and that none are superior and none are inferior and the thread
called humanity is a genetic bond between us and that the only way a
society can function in harmony is if the family is the basic unit.
of whatever, family is the unit that causes a society to multiply and
it keeps society cohesive and together. Family should be able
to help each other irregardless of ideology and behavioural patterns
and must make sure that there is no large inequality.
can be divided and classified: the types are social, psychological,
physical, economic and, to love, succor and to cherish to comfort each
other and in comforting would bring in many different levels of things.
An essay given
to students on family revealed that some of the students considered
family as only those, who lived inside the house. Members, who
lived else where were not considered family - fathers in some cases,
grandmothers in others were disqualified.
We now have
Bree was brought
to the forth out of this. This first essay is for Eric a man that
put his society first and I use a quote by his mother, who loved him
and he loved about his brother not as a piece of gossip but to try to
dissolve that which keeps us apart for while there is chosen and not
chosen it will be hard to achieve cohesiveness in the society:-
In this case
relations are chaotic:-
“Do not let Eric get any money for when he talks people listen and he would turn this place upside down.”
“Do not tell
Ann. Do not Let Ann know.”
“My mother said to me when she was 91 years old. Bree does not
like you. I tried to find out from him why and he would not tell
me. I gave birth to both of you all and I guarantee your father
was his father. It cannot be money because he has so much more
than you. I have come to the conclusion that it is your fast brain
that he cannot deal with.”
second time Bree had double-crossed his brother. The first time
was after Bree had asked for half share in a boat owned by Eric, he
convinced Eric to sell the boat and end the partnership and then bought
the shares in someone else’s name. Eric did not know until much
later. That was the first double-cross of many.
Lucy, [their mother] wanted to sell her shares in her plantation
to Eric because he had financed its agriculture crop and when Eric went
to his mother to recover the sum of money she told him that Bree had
told her to pay it towards loans. Lucy saw her youngest
son behaviour and said that he was jealous of his brother because Eric
had a quicker brain but the family listened to Bree.
ideas but Bree dismissed every one with his usual:
“he is mad” and until his death he did everything possible to diminish
his own brother. Even when he was Prime Minister he refused
to accept any advice from Eric even when he told him that his agricultural
office misinformed him.
the family enterprise set up by Miller Austin, was used to finance university
education and personal goals and Bree with his social styling and political
power won that individual rat race.
St. John stormed off from Malvern with his family Eric was two years
old but every vacation the grandchildren spent at Malvern.
Eric walked next to his grandfather and emulated his powerful behaviour.
All happened in front of Noel too but he was not as forceful.
Bree, years younger, was not considered.
away from home to the school down the hill and no one knew.
He went into the girls’ toilet and the girls found him. They
screamed ran out and told the headmistress, who sent a runner to let
his father know where he was. He was three years old.
have gone by the school because he always say he want to go to school.”
His father said and sent him to school at four years old, two years
before he should have.
average height and Eric, a tall massive man, is more down to earth.
He studied building in England and in those days people thought a builder
was an architect and study in England meant a cut above the rest.
While in England Eric met a 75 year-old German professor, who had three
free doctorates from Germany and he thought that could be possible in
Barbados. Sometime after his return a real estate agent and debt
collector, who had two stepchildren in America came to his home.
had joined with others to collect a large sum of money to put a facility
of the university of the West Indies in the island. Eric
and they went and looked at a site in Cave Hill and they thought the
site was ideal. They then went to the Labour Minister responsible,
who rejected the idea and suggested that the money be given to
the university college of Jamaica because in his opinion the island
could not afford a university. The debt collector reported this to his
Bree in his political ventures and it was only after Barrow won the
election in 1961, Bree joined the Labour Party, Eric refused to join
Grantley Adams’s party, the Barbados Labour Party, for he had betrayed
their grandfather and Bree ran for a seat in Christ Church that Eric
ran, the next year, for the vestry in the parish of St. John because
he recognized that there were those, who had ability and no opportunity
and he thought that he could help such people to advance.
of free education to secondary level came up and Eric suggested to Barrow
to take education to university level because of his knowledge of the
available money from the step children. A group trooped
off to the site. Barrow liked the idea and went off to America
for the first time.
Adams had said that Barrow was a communist Barrow had been refused permission
to enter the United States and he took the opportunity to remind them
that he had fought in a war against the Germans and he was sure that
any German could get a job three times before him in the US because
of his colour. When Barrow came back he said the money for the
university had been distributed.
get more money. If we could raise it once we can raise it again.”
Eric said. Barrow got other people together and thereafter education
was free until university.
political gap opened between Barrow and Eric who felt that Barrow and
his Democratic Labour Party had lost sight of peoples’ goal and what
he saw as growing corruption. Barrow offered Eric a contract
to build the Hilton Hotel but expected him to work along with dishonesty.
Eric refused and by 1966 when they Hilton opened and Independence was
declared the two were estranged. The divide between the politicians,
the gangsters and the crooks was disappearing.
End of excerpt
The big picture
must not be seen and the best way to keep people in the dark is to keep
them in their place with antics - bully them, badger them and be cranky
and contention, irritable and bad-tempered and make them feel that they
can be cut down.
and denial cannot hurt anyone on the battle field.
like spiders that do not go into their own webs but sit in corners and
wait for insects to come. It is their nature to master and manipulate
to strive for superiority. Freud said that what appears to be
superiority complex is really an inferiority complex.
the Association of the Last of the Bajan pirates did not need to take
the assassins’ route they could have joined Conrad Reeves and helped
him, while he carried on Samuel Jackman Prescod’s political struggle
but they wanted to marry his daughter – the son-in-law of the first
coloured Attorney General and then Chief Justice and the first coloured
man to be knighted in British Commonwealth. It was not like today,
people did not get sirs just like that. That would have cut style.
Or they could
have thrown in their lot with Valance Gale when he founded the Advocate
“for the cause that lacks assistance; for the wrongs that need resistance;
the future in the distance and the good that I can do.” He was
a great admirer of Prescod but they did not want to.
At the time
it was called a wise investments nowadays it is called money laundering:
the Goddards bought the Marine from another white thief A.E.
Taylor, who spent eighteen months in jail - a white man in jail,
anyone can guess what happened - good food and the prison governor called
associate, bought buses - red and green - and a company called Ecksteins,
which evolved into DETCO –Dowding Estate Trading Company.
and St. Johns bought up plantations and education to Edinburgh and higher
education and higher still in France. The Brownes even paid for Charles
Duncan O’Neales’ tuition in Edinburgh University. St.
Johns favoured education in the States and the Browne favoured property
in and around town. Miller Austin had Malvern, the St. Johns bought
estates and the Brownes had a big house Flodden in Collymore Rock.
I can still
remember going into with Aunt Dolly and Joan the Browne’s bookstore
on Swans Street, where decent literature could be had, Their two
old aunts used to run the stores and they looked like gentile, relaxed
persons eking out a living. And then I visited my paternal grandfather
at a small watch repair station in a small jewel shop next to where
is Correia’s now and over one of the two doors it read Austin’s
Jeweler’s and Elsie Payne’s unmarried sister worked
thing the Brownes never had a car, the women used to walk to town.
Miller Austin had a car and a chauffer. A lot of thieves spend big like
the robbers at a bank, where the fools went and bought big cars and
motorcycles. A clever thief would have taken out that money in suitcase
and filtered it all over Russia or Egypt.
Part of the
web was Charles Duncan O’Neale, the Browne’s paid for him to go
to Edinburgh but he was a great disappointment to Miller Austin.
It is not a matter for revenge. This is about those that saw and
heard wrongness of action and stewed in it. It is a horrible situation,
which will take a lot of unravelling but it must be done otherwise the
unjust will continue to flourish.
REFLECTIONS - Modern Politics – The Caribbean Africa & Asia Minor
by Angela and Gary Cole – 1,200
Duncan O’Neale was the first black politician from the lower middle
income. While Prescod’s utterances are polished O’Neale’s, too
many times are angry. Miller Austin believed that O’Neale was
a bitter man because he treated his, Miller’s son, in a bitter way.
could not hold a candle to Prescod and Conrad Reeves. O’Neale and
Miller Austin’s son, Charles Miller Austin jnr. left on the same boat
and enter Edinburgh University on the same day and graduated together
on the same day and Dr. Charles Miller went on finally to a post at
a hospital in Trinidad. It was possible for a few only coloured
doctors to make enough money in Barbados because the general population
lacked money and Charles like most doctors worked in St. Vincent and
Grenada and then obtained a position at the general hospital in Trinidad.
stayed and dabbled in politics in Manchester until he was asked politely
to leave. He was seen as too much trouble. He proceeded
to St. Vincent but ran into trouble. Within a month of O’Neale’s
taking up a post with the same hospital in Trinidad, which Austin had
arranged for him and had begged to give his friend, Duncan, a break;
immediately O'Neale started to criticize Austin and put out false accusation.
The board at the hospital called a meeting with the two Barbadians and
much to the surprise of O’Neale, he was asked to leave.
Miller often said that he and O’Neal were never socialists, they were
both doctors and both of them wanted to become rich and when Duncan
was dismissed from the hospital in Trinidad and Miller returned to Barbados
he was surprised to find that O’Neale had become a socialist.
End of excerpt
is the interplay: - A Dowding
and a Goddard went into politics and ran for seats.
Barrow came back and got hauled in and beat Dowding, in St. George.
A Goddard in most cases was the bailiff that sold the indebted plantations
to Miller Austin and the Goddards, who were paid by the local
council to clean the streets of Bridgetown, turned that job over to
Ernest Deighton Mottley and he ran a protection racket with it, only
difference is that if store owners did not pay him protection money
the outside of their shop would not be spotless like the other businesses
that paid. A dirty shop front was not good for business.
W.W Reece had
no clout, he was the Solicitor General and the Attorney General’s
junior. A mulatto, his mother was a maid and his father a Reece.
His son Jube was a lawyer and later Solicitor General. W.W. Reece
and his maid produced Mottley. Mottley was Jube’s half brother
and also his tout both as a lawyer, then as a politician. Jube
ran for the conservatives against Edwy Talma when Talma got out of favour
with Grantley Adams, and Edwy got in.
a very scheming person and he had his plans and agenda. The time
of white people elected to the House of Assembly waned but white merchants
began to run the island with dollars passed to the new black politicians
and from the beginning the white people put Mottley in charge of poor
people. Little old ladies with no money but land ran into trouble
and Mottley undertook to pay for things for them and ended up with their
was below Ernest Deighton Mottley
This was an
era of people, who had the technique to use people better than themselves.
As their descendants weaved and jostled for control, they have marked
attitudes and behaviour just as white plantation owners have.
Even though some people go through the same situation unassisted, there
are weak people, who are not bonded with others due to poverty, drugs
or genetics degeneration.
Adams came along anything was a vision. Agriculture workers received
2s. a day and that was in the crop time. He said: “That is wrong;
you should get sixty cents.” And they said: “You got my vote.”
the superintendent got on his three-piece suit and felt hat, gold chain
and he is barefooted and in a tie but he frighten for he dare not wear
shoes. That was a class thing if he put on shoes the manager going think
he got money or he getting too uppity.
they called Two-Forty. New dollars notes were issued; there was
a big two shilling-piece and two-and-six and when this fellow got his
money he waited until the whole lot of people were paid and said:
“Sir, the money isn’t right I was to get ten shilling and I only
All of these
things in the memory is why some did not think to become planters.
came in the yard with a pair of pumps; he knew he going get his money
- his name not going call early because he was younger and the older
man were paid first. There he is in pumps, and the watchman came
and said to the manager; “Send him back! Look he got on pumps!
He cannot come in this yard to get money and come with pumps and clean
This is the
sort of thing that was happening up until the fifties.
in charge of the parish coins: every bicycle number used to cost 54
cents and it went into the parochial treasury of which he was in charge
and there seemed to be no accounting. Every person in charge of
the parochial treasure ended up with money although Grantley did not
leave any millions.
a name amongst certain poor people for every day he took, out of this
money, a bag full of six cents piece and the poor said: “Oh Grantley
I ain’t got…” and he said “Do not worry,” and handed out handful
of these coins.
He never liked
to have bright people around him so he got young men out of the country
and the city slums. R.A. Map was a teacher but he had no leadership
skills but the ability to run a ministry. M.E. Cox was a taxi
driver then he put Frank Walcott, poor and manageable in Hugh Springer
place because Springer was an honest and decent educated man that Grantley
saw as a threat, so he got him out of the Workers Union; found him a
job at the University of the West Indies, Jamaica replace him with Walcott
and moved Walcott to live in an upstairs house in Bank Hall Cross Road
near where Springer’s family lived and where Mottley bought a house.
seemed unprepared to use his principles for a cause, to make a difference,
but kept them on a personal and selfish level for in the early 1950’s
his two sons and the son of his cousin, a middle class teacher at Harrisons
College, played with other boys from the area.
son was able to own a bicycle because the mechanic had taken an old
frame and fixed it up; it was called a spilliard and it had no fenders,
no bell and no lights. The boys took turns to ride and to run
behind the bicycle and their family were all happy for them to do so.
these boys were Frank Walcott’s son and Mottley’s two sons.
When Mottley bought two bicycles for his sons and a few days later Walcott
bought his son a bicycle, the grandmother of the Springer children,
even though she did not mind her grandchildren running behind the poor
but decent mechanic son, did not want her family running around behind
Mottley and Walcott’s sons. She credited a bicycle so that they
did not have to do so and she should not have because the fathers could
not afford to do so.
did not credit; he paid with cash that the planters and businessmen
from the city with big money gave him and Walcott’s money from the
union and although people knew what they did and that they were lower
orders, they ate themselves up over the lifestyle. Soon, everybody
else that used to walk had to find something to take them down the road
and when high purchase came they had a different size bicycle, a child’s
bicycle for they could not wait to get a full size one and all the middle
income had to have one.
End of Excerpt
changing and to the Association education was a badge not a tool for
these people wanted to be in certain company. Some of the company
did not want to be with them but for some it did not matter how the
money was got for after all white people had plundered and were plundering
and are still plundering.
To be educated
and to the manor born and in “decent clothes” was the only way blacks
entered in the Marine Hotel. It was very clever; nobody was barred;
black people just did not go there.
There was never
an official colour bar and no apartheid laws; blacks people just did
not go certain places. There was no need to have separate beaches;
there were certain beaches where black people did not go, like Paradise.
Lesser whites, high browns – and not all browns they had to have deep
pockets - went to the Aquatic Club.
resent things but keep it inside. Its was voluntary segregation.
Black bull dogs were hired as watchmen and black people just obeyed
the line. One of the things done was when certain people went
in and sat down they were not served and like a dog if every time it
is around somewhere it is kicked they just did not go.
values seeped into the wider society; money is wasted to buy a big house,
but the house lies doing nothing, PhDs have turned into wall paper and
what it taught is not challenged. They are badges. People full
of learning do not kow-tow to uneducated white people with money because
they want to get in white people’s club.
There is a
reason why certain people are afraid and refuse to want to know anything
about or delve in their family background. Either it is
very hurtful and a lot of pain or something can be uncovered with which
they will not be able to deal.
A “down home”
– a longhouse experiment – had highlighted an unnecessary level
of people, who take for themselves and their family more than they contribute
– this clannishness most likely springs from the “households”
To be rooted is perhaps the most important
And least recognized need of the human soul …
To be able to give, one has to possess;
And we possess no other life, no other living sap,
Than the treasures stored up from the past
And digested, assimilated and created afresh by us.
Of all the human soul’s needs,
None is more vital than this one of the past.”
do their family history - know the people from whom they came,
get to know their great grandfather and way back wherever they were
and conditions that surrounded the family. Students need to be
shown how to peruse rate books and find all the people that owned land
and the kind of taxes they paid.
at all levels must be realized. Social psychology: the psychology
of the society over all the year - at each era - look at its impact
on individual and family life. Otherwise we create conditions
for the “Sell Out.”
of people, who write our history do not go into the socio-psycho-social
dynamics of the culture at most times. There are several factors.
Any intrusion of one ethnic group especially if they are a whole lot
of them like Zimbabweans have been targeted because they are refugee
and South Africans fear them. like we fear the Guyanese for a stupid
When we preached
decency, goodness and equality we were shot down but Obama went to the
web site, pumped the propaganda and won an election on such an appeal.
Appealing to morality is something, which sounds good, but care must
be taken of false prophets, like a quick fix - an injection - and the
injection works for awhile like penicillin used to cure everything at
went to London and appeared to clean it up but what he did was to push
the whores underground and made it more difficult for the police to
control vice. Before his moral campaign, girls pulled up their
skirts, held up one leg and that cost 2 pounds. Graham started
and there was now a need for a house and the girls had to pay rent and
foreign pimps moved in and the price was inflated to 10 pounds.
ethics have been forgotten. Pitfalls are in the way of any forward looking
Bajan. All of the blocks are there: offers of money and if that
is not fallen for the society is made to laugh and jeer.
think she is.”
It is the same
syndrome “can anything good comes out of Nazareth?”
came out but it was said to be a fluke. Judges, many of the now-rich
and elite went there at St. David’s but you do not hear them going
to St. David’s. The syndrome seems to be inherit.
All of this
is part of why people are seeing only household. It is contrary
to nature for a family to actually plot to destroy part of its own close
members. A family to which there is no appeal and not open to
argument is in turmoil and must have some irritant in the blood.
Anyone in the family – inside and outside - that is bright and
not corrupt must be taken down.
agitate and take away natural, justice decency and a sense of fair play.
That is a human and constitutional right and affects the society.
This behaviour is not about benefiting; benefits have been gone past;
what is had, has to be secured.
All that can
be seen is self. The mirror image is self. What I think
is all important. The lies are within self. Pray is to self,
self worship, everything is the I and I – in other words me and the
idea is for everyone to do the same thing to pass on the same spirit
but in some cases it is not possible and with all the education and
books it is still felt that that can happen because the mentally is
that education is not really that important.
not treated according to their status; their value cannot be seen even
if they become the President of the United States or the Pope of Rome;
it does not matter. They are lower and are put on a block on the
day they were born and are to grow up on that block and are expected
to remain until death on that block. Become Prime Minister and
it will be said: “Do, get off that the stage.”
and most, regardless of how Christian, throw in with the rules.
Say that is a blue pants and it has a cut even if it is a red pants
with no holes. Friendship is deceit, usury and cunning for control
and all end up alike. It is even worst than that, they deny the
entire criminal actively.
“Nobody ain’t kill any body.”
“Mary Jane says that it is not true.”
“He not kill anybody.”
“Nobody try to rape any body.”
“Nobody deal drugs.”
“There was no sexual abuse.”
do not answer the telephone; the whole family are not on the Internet
gambling 24 hours a day.”
That is what
needs analysing. The depression is here everything will hit the
fan and jobs will be lost and those who should know do not
know what to do. Real estate is keeping our people down.
Money is wasted to buy a badge, a big plantation and a National Trust
sign is stuck on it to say to preserve it and like most plantations
it was too much for one man without children. They live in the house
but the plantation lies doing nothing. No longer is the
long drive overlooking the plantation lands planted in food crops, it
is now a lawn with ornamentals. What heritage is that to protect?
While there are our people, pensioners, who have the old time values
and are happy to live in Barbados but are stuck in cold countries and
cannot come back because they do not have $1.6 million to buy a house
because the Zionist sell out our real estate at inflated prices.
To be continued
PART III – The Serphardic Jew in the family and the terror it has brought.The End
have not thought along the following lines; it seems futuristic but
it is very frightening, anyway, had it not been for the circumstances
of birth, breeding, work, associations and friends I would not have
this insight. A lot of things were happening. Some, like
my family, lived in a certain society and we know what went on in certain
There is so
much denial and so much false history that the sociology of this island
is a very divisive thread. Nobody seems capable to go into it
to analyze the fabric of society at different levels.
At the entrance
of the new Jewish museum, opened in January last year, there are several
falsehoods, the meaning of which this essay shall explain: -
The first announces:
OF EXILE, THE SWEETNESS OF KNOWLEDGE
… THE SEPHARDIC JEWS – “Those Bearded men of Barbados,
island of Bearded Trees.”
are not bearded men after whom some claim, maybe, Barbados is called.
them [Jews] they brought their expertise
in windmill technology and in growing sugar cane.
The cultivation of sugar cane
was here before the Jews. Jews introduced, financed and brought
the horror of the triangular slave trade.
For these Jews and their descendants coconut milk and sugar
cane were the milk and honey of the Promised Land to the people of Abraham.
“inherit the earth” but this land is ours, not theirs and will
never be and we, South American Indians laid that lie to rest, centuries
ago, when Jews came claiming that wherever they put their fork in the
ground belonged to Israel.
There was a
snippet on television about Antigua last night. Several monoliths
that have cosmological and astronomically significant for they lined
up with certain stars and are centuries old were found there.
Nidhe Museum tells the story of the Jewish community that settled in
Barbados from the colony’s earliest days although the community was
not large; it profoundly influenced the island’s destiny”.
brought terror as was never seen before but it was not long before fearless,
white merchants and planters saw that these Jews with their overseas
“connections” were at too great an advantage and Jews were got out
of here quietly in a few years and just so without any fuss.
fit a scheme to manufacture history and network it out to displace and
marginalize indigenous and local people. Financially they
have done so.
told me I do not know anything about Tabor.” Barbados Community
College historian Trevor Marshall said of, Michael Tabor, the main Zionist
financier of the museum. “I do not want to upset them people!
I really do not want to bother right now. The museum allows the
students to go in there free! If he [the museum’s receptionist]
is such and ass to tell you stupidity that he got to put me in my place….
certain facts and silly, insipient paranoia, which came from slave and
indentured servant “seasoning” – training - has left that, which
cannot protest, cannot be anti-anything, and no voices. 300 years
of slavery has left a docility of mind, so many – some say no less
than sixty slave upheavals – were put down by planters and were not
put down in the newspapers for reason of arriving at docility but can
be found in the colonial government dispatches. They are there folded
up in pairs in files.
must dig further and descend deeper in order to psycho-analyze behaviour
and make the social background understandable for unless some African
prince is dug up, there is denial of origin, a reluctance to look behind
the scene,to find and examine flaws.
We are going to get a reputation of being publishers of nonsense.When my mother was young they used to get books called penny-dreadfuls.They were rubbish and had no literary content;it was just that they were fast reading;it was mental masturbation,intellectual priapism.
The flaws in
personal make-up gets in the way and most times it is all because of
poverty caused by slavery. It should not be because after all
education was suppose to correct that. The social pretense, the
glorified mockery of today, has its creation in denial of origin.
On the other
hand Tabor, according to a reputable English newspaper, was a hairdresser
in 1970, when Trevor Marshall was at the University of Mona Campus having
left Lodge School, where he went with lots of white boys that called
him Snuffy because of his red hair.
that have allowed this should be talked about. The first one is
University of the West Indies Professor of History Karl Watson.
His family came out of the very poor-white Watsons from St. Andrew down
there by Lakes on the East Coast Road. There are still Watsons
in that area. As a young boy the family lived in the Chelsea
environs. A few months after I wrote in God Have Mercy
– The Codrington Trust that the Jews brought the tri-angular
slave trade to Barbados he was on a podium with a leading Zionist family
member, Altman, moving up and down in the back ground, announcing that
he had checked and not many Jews owned plantations.
That was the
beginning of his disingenuousness with the Zionist. The
Jews, as a rule, did not own plantations, they did not get their hands
dirty, they may own a factory, but they invested and controlled the
sugar trade up until today. That is why the island went from tobacco
to sugar because the Jews still do not control the tobacco industry.
The problem with the sugar industry is that those, who sell sugar, do
not produce it.
that his family might be Jews. If he is a Serphardic Jew then
it is genetics. [See PART III of this essay - The Serphardic
Jews in the Family.] He can be said to have overseen the museum
and while, it is sure, that he did not suggest to write up the lies,
he, for some reason lacks authority and sees it as beyond his control
otherwise he would have told them from the beginning.
He cannot be
a professor and feel that the issue is not important enough. He
is not like some, who would not even be aware of the significance of
those statement after all they are accustomed all these years, in 2009,
to believe that Caribs were cannibals and people called Arawak were
peaceful. Nobody with insight into the indigenous people has ever
recorded that but they do know, who is Edward Daniel although they remember
his name as the one, who made that self-serving and stupid statement
in his books, which they were made to read.
not reacted officially to the blatant lies and continues to take his
students. His excuses need to be discredited. Marshall
has a name but is forced to teach in what is functionally seventh standard
- fractions and that is great but there is calculus and chronic geometry.
“I am taking
my sixteen to nineteen year old and I am telling them this is a synagogue,
show them the archeology site and I show them the museum; the politics,
the racial nonsense, I tell them different. I insert all of the
and have to go easy. I train do not forget. It is in my
interest to go on to the university to do history. If it gets
them in the rough and tumble stupid arguments of the people every day
they go home and tell parents, so you go easy at that point.
“I have survived
the way I have and even beyond since I am in an institution they can
get at me by attempts to destabilize me. First of all I teach
because I want to secondly teaching is a subversive activates.
You are dealing with delicate…”
This is fear
for job – “I have a job I under pressure and I have to be careful”
and about establishing credentials but not among bright people but fifteen
and sixteen year olds.
about the new Chancellor are not for publication. He does a lot
of twaddle. He left the island at eleven years of age went down
to a nondescript university in Wales did a thesis on Chinese economy,
found his métier and manages accordingly.
on somebody say so and it sounds good and it forms a platform, chronicle
it and put the sweet soundings in a book and that is that. They
are not real leaders of society but try to identify themselves with
a tribe - I like you; you like me; we think the same way, we come across
in the same boat - that tribe never existed it is a made-up and
be educated on slogans. Teacher must teach young children the
dignity of being themselves - just being a lovely little black child.
Genius does not strive when everybody believes the same. That
is why gas chambers existed in villages and Germans accepted.
They just said: “There is something going on up there.” And
the bodies burnt.
In my day teachers
like, Elsie Payne, were not faced with these choices. Elsie was
an elite. She had brains, she was not needy. Her family had a
shoe shop and there was no dressing-up and no need for social styling;
everybody knew everybody and houses were always full of people.
It is noticeable
that first class honors sociology graduates do not produce many statistical
studies or write books. They have not written because they did
just enough to pass the subject and since they passed it must be because
the depths of the subjects taught were very narrow. People with
PhDs from the UWI can be compared to what used to be Oxford and Cambridge
A Level passes.
Sorry is the
word for its head; he is not strong enough. He is a brilliant
sociologist but he is still pulling the cart and has not come out and cannot
get from between the shaft. He is already enslaved; there
is nothing that can be done with him. He and his brother
are well liked and his wife’s colleagues say that his wife, now deceased,
was brighter than he was and that she suffered in silence.
There are so
many, who have a name and who do not deserve it. These people
must be looked at for there is need for better analysis to see why the
obsession with false notions of social mobility.
must be seen as our right. A new start is needed to unlearn.
Then those without the knowledge of grandmother will not feel alone.
This is not a difficult thing the Nazi started on a false premise and
did it for all the wrong reasons but it can be done. This is not
about race or blond hair or blue eyes; it is about the teaching of real
a plan. I am brighter now than I was then; there is somewhere,
some preparation to discredit people that lived history.
to achieve a totally predictable economy, the low-class elements 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.
of education given to the lower class 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 bright 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
and of our icons to use grandparents as a source of courage. Samuel
Jackman Prescod’s uncle’s daughter was quite at home with all sorts
of people from all walks of life like Sir Randolph Philips and it was
Mary and Joe and they ate her food and she did not cook it.
The Head of
Sociology and Political Science his father and mother fell in love with
each other early they married and stayed marry. She stuck with
him and so he advanced and got promoted.
Allsop is a learned man who married a brilliant girl too.
very bright, has not got himself involved with any politics. His
father was chairman at CBC at one time. Do not mind his sister,
we shall analyze her behaviour after her ruling on the l’Akoki inquest.
She has left the stable door open.
is a Carrington Village boy and that area produced many scholars.
Hugh Springer was a struggling
bright lawyer whose father had been a headmaster of a school in Government
Hill and Grantley Adams’s father was from the same area. They
would know one another. They were headmasters of the same school
at a different time.
Along the Bank Hall area: there was Olga Symmonds and her husband. He was about forty and he went down to the sea swan out and that was the end of him. She was left with three bright children but they lived a certain stand and never deteriorate. Dame Pat Simmons was one child. Another Algie won a scholarship and the other Noel got a job at the peasants loan bank that turned into the governments agricultural bank.
that road Dr. Gordon Cummins he had his three sons and a daughter.
He became a Prime Minister.
Rannee Douglas, later Sir Randolph
taught at Harrison College and then he said: “I going to go
to Canada and read law.”
These fellows were educated. Some went off to the war. Sandy Lane was a factory.
While Michael Tabor was hairdressing Trevor
Marshall and all of them were at either the university of the West Indies
Mona campus or other universities and it is for sure nothing so rude
go on. It is a matter of machismo black fellows, in those days,
did not dress hair.
school the fellows were ready for the transformation from being a grouping
of pampered privileged teenagers, moving with the Moseley and all the
other people from the established middle class and with generations
,who attended university. They came from Harrison College, they
came from Lodge School and Combermere and they met at Mona, when the
occasion was ripe - the people and the time - and events overtook them
and Ralph Gonzales was made into a politician.
Mona made them
ask, what are the masses experiencing, and what can they do to help
and when they finished at Mona they asked what were they going home
to do to improve the lot of the masses. Timothy Callender was amongst
The point is
Tabor did not have education in England, where the students’ education
would have made them stand out. The minute they opened their mouths
Latinist phrases would be heard, trained rhetoric of Plato and Cicero
came from black voices and the next generation of leaders would have
been recognized. Simmons head boy at Lodge became the Chief Justice.
At this point
ambition for money was basically for a better house, get a car and move
around and gave preference to aspiration of class, in the sense of associational,
to move with a particular grouping that were decent and were respectable.
Some looked to the Gollops and Oscar Jordan.
Although Trevor and this later
lot of university students were in a different category and a different
breed from the older university students of the 1940s in that the older
students were referred to by their headmaster as gentlemen - that was
a public school thing people call them Mister.
educated people would not have and could never have shared Tabor’s
ambition for money. This kind of money does not deal with
issues of popular conscience.
How is it then
that such people are being made flunkies to someone from the slums of
East End of London - Cockneys, those people that singsong and rhyme
and talk nonsense for a lark.
“The new blood includes some of Britain’s wealthiest men, such as
the East End-born bookie Michael Tabor who sold his 114-strong Arthur
Prince chain to Coral for pounds 28 million. Tabor has built what
some describe as a 20 million pound
“Dallas-style” beachside property in St. James, buying and then
razing three other houses to make way for it
… The wealthy racehorse owner and breeder Robert Sangster recently
parted from his third wife Susan – is still in residence but has,
it is rumoured, been offered 13 million pounds for his magnificent house
at Jane’s Harbour. … DAILY NATION Extra Wednesday December
1999, reprint from the London Times.
These bookies cannot claim morals but they made money. It is not about morality and was not in our kind of scope. Maybe the emancipated, who had been so exploited, were reluctant to exploit. In England until 1960s all of the bookies had a big sign with a name on it on their shop windows but it was never possible to see inside and people went and made their bets.
We knew more
about bridge – brown-skinned and educated black people played bridge
at six pence a point in the forties but they did not try to make money
out of it. Those that did this: one lost a whole week's wages,
gambled it out at Goddard’s, where the Nova Scotia Bank is; it used
to be called the Ice House. They went up there and got a decent
meal, a steak, and then they gambled. There were rooms just like
at the Mutual, not, where every body knew but, when the staff went home
a dozen people turned up; it was a gentleman’s club and it never had
a strict colour bar. Eileen Stuart’s father was the steward and chief
butler. He was a very respectable man and all that, who went to
a church by the stadium, where he was a member all his life.
Zionist have “worked they way into the wood work” of this
island as Merit Amit Israel’s then Chief of Military Intelligence
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dependent on Nigeria for 60% of its oil and from the early 60s the Mossad
supplied information to South Africa’s apartheid regime on African
National Congress (ANC) members in exile and caused hundreds to be arrested,
tortured and killed.
Thomas’s book Gideon’s Spies - The Secret
History of the Mossad (2001) he writes in Chapter 13 entitled
of thousands of trained and well-armed African revolutionaries being
within a few hours striking distance of Israel was alarming to its politicians
and intelligence. But to provoke this guerrilla army when they had offered
no direct threat could lead to a confrontation Israel did not want and
Meir Amit [Israel’s then Chief of Military Intelligence]
when Kwame Nkrumah, the pro-Chinese ruler of Ghana,
was on a state visit to Beijing,
Mossad orchestrated the uprising
that led to both Nkrumah’s overthrow and the destruction
of the CIS [Chinese secret service] infrastructure in the country.
They set the two bastions of communism at each other’s throats while
at the same time, as Merit Amit later put it
“working our way into the African woodwork.’
its attention to the one intelligence service in Africa it had come
to look upon as a friend: the Bureau of State Security, BOSS, the most
feared arm of South Africa’s security apparatus. Boss matched
Mossad in blackmail, sabotage, forgery, kidnapping, prisoner interrogation,
psychological warfare and assassination. Like Mossad, BOSS had
a free hand in how it dealt with its opponents. The two services
quickly became bedfellows. Often operating in tandem, they moved
through Africa, enjoined by a secret
“understanding” between Israel’s Prime Minister, Golda Meir, and
the Pretoria regime. In many countries, Mossad demoralized African
confusion comes about because too much importance is place on these
lesser-white newly-get-rich people. Too much weight is given to them
and they are allowed to put more pressure on the society than they ought
to. If this were not done they would just fade away in the background.
have their followings but it is a dark side, like Lucky Luciana.
Castro told them to get out of the country and, not only that, he told
them take your money. An authorisation regime like Castro’s
Cuba could do that. Luciana took his money and went to Sicily
or one of those places for he was person non-gratis in America.
mafia in Cuba was not the Italians but the Jews, Meyer Lansky, the Jew,
was the king of organized crime and we are a holding area for the expected
re-conquest of Cuba, when Castro dies. These shadows are a little
empire within an empire but although a lot of people do not like Castro,
the Western World loves them as they are in love with Israel.
to love Israel is to not to believe in a God of do-unto-others and treating
our neighbours as ourselves it is to like the devil’s right-hand men.
Of course they can say anything there is no restriction on them everything
they say is right. They are untouchable. I do not know how far
they are going to go, when you look at the causalities thirteen Israelis
dead and 1200 Palestinians about 500 of them are children.
Oh my God!
It is mystifying it is happening before our eyes. Israel bombed
a United Nations building and an official responding to Israel’s accusation
that Hamas fighters were shooting from the building said that there
was the truth and what Israel says. Israel can now wipe
out a whole village and say that Hamas is shooting at them.
They are behaving
like the same that the Germans behaved towards them. They do not
accept anyone else’s right. As far as the Israeli are concerned
the Palestinians have not a single right.
The only way
to put it right; all it needs is somebody to find an atom bomb somewhere;
it does not have to be sophisticated it could be the most elementary
atom splitting device. It is going to have to come to that level
it cannot go on like this.
like Arafat said Israel should not exist everybody jumped up but today
there is Israel written on the map and no Palestine. My grandmothers
spoke of Palestine. It was there, when they grew up. Jerusalem
was always in Palestine. They spoke about a white English
policeman, in a senior position from the Palestinian Police Force.
He came from there and would have been in the colonial civil service.
The same way that white English people were in charge of our force the
same thing happened in the Palestine force they sent out there English
people to be police.
The whole place
was and is Palestine but the world is not going to recognize that.
That is what the war is about. Israel took over in Gaza, a tiny
strip of land, a location, like North Point, and is treating it like
it is a country and are killing, maiming and starving generations of
displaced people that they made refugees, who are sleeping on top of
one another - many know no other life - and with nowhere to run, nowhere
The whole world has turned
their backs on Palestine.
Back to the
Zionist here. The problem here is really a non-scientific treatment
of minorities; we stay aloofness from fellow citizens because they are
poor. Even church leaders do not go in the ghetto.
One, when he was made bishop, his brother was archdeacon in one of those
towns in Canada and when he used to ask “can anything good come
out of Nazareth,” the brother used to say: “You are Bishop
do not forget you are from Boscobel.” Our Bishop did not
spend much time in Boscobel. He no longer associates.
One had a father
that was a Methodist man,who did not live here all the time and he has
had a hard job finding out, who he is, and there is not much hope for
In the workers
union there is a Lodge Road boy from a village, from where a lot of
fellows with potential come but he does not spend any time in Lodge
And white trash
with money like Tabor has flunkies popping up everywhere with the same
attitude: “it is my job; I belongs to a powerful serf;” and paid
to keep the likes of Trevor Marshall in “their place.”
receptionist that wants to put Marshall in his place is a Brewster and
one thing that the Brewsters do not want to remember is Martindales
Road, where they were extremely poor. They were good looking and
it has done them well but this one could not produce a piece of paper
with history written on it.
That is where
disciples and prophets must arise to empathize in order to move those,
who will continue to want to sell out this country for until enlightened
people are found of which only one or two of this generation can be
named; hopefully they may be found, one of the little ones somewhere
in a school.
The old standards
have deteriorated and values and perception changed. At one time
carnival was alien; it was copying from Trinidad, now it is Crop Over,
a poor copy of Trinidad.
There was a
celebration at the end of the crop, which those in the country knew
about but the town people did not. The last week of the crop, cane and
sugar workers stripped off bougainvillea flowers and decorated lorries
and mules and oxen and one horse carts. Nearly every village had
a wooden horse, a merry-go-round, which would come into play at that
time. But then it was strictly a common man celebration.
Now funny Tony Blair uses it as an excuse to get to the island.
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ex-wife, Beryl, works as house manager of a house, Laughing
Waters, for the Magnias. The Magnias, the Tabors and the Sangsters
are the trio of British gambling interest in three houses, which surrounds
Sandy Lane. Beryl rarely recognizes people, who know her past.
She had been Nick’s manicurist, whom he married and, when the couple
broke up she wept tears and complained that she had such a hard time
financially because without
“a stick of education” she doubted her ability to find a job.
new house is a computer that leaves one with a feeling of discomfort.
They have the best sound system in the world and the house is reported
to cost US$32.5 million. The land on which the house is built
is about an acre and located on the beach.
In the middle
off the house there is something like a beacon that glows in wonderful
colours and looks as if a helicopter could land there. Underground
runs huge, thick cable wires and the walls move. Admission into other
deeper underground parts is prohibited. Adjoining bathrooms are
inaccessible without special security passes and the only painting
on the walls is a portrait of Prince Charles.
questions to be asked about these new people’s life styles
– exactly what are they doing with their money, influence, and what
is in the three-storied deep basements with their bunkers and interlocking
tunnels to Sandy Lane and other houses nearby?
are investing, laundering, or bringing money and stockpiling drugs they
must control the territory. Coup d’etat is old fashion.
The Prime Minister can be controlled
– say that the bunkers are for hurricanes but should morals and integrity
try to take over then that will be the end of our tenuous democracy.
A man called Blair Downes arrived. Millions of dollars hung from his pockets. He bought the house of Pamela, Averill Harriman’s wife and he spent much money on it; he bought and he brought in a racehorse, entered the horse in the biggest race on the island; he won and he became a hero and was pictured in the papers with the Chief Justice and most every one of importance in the island. His lawyers were the law firm of the leader of the opposition. Mr. Downes is now in a Canadian jail and his assets seized for defrauding thousands of people. His ill-gotten gain was hidden away and invested in several places around the globe, Barbados included.
PART II - How Zionist took control of Barbados.
the genius? A genius that revels in the common place and gets
to the crux of the matter immediately; that is a good legal brain and
it is the hardest for the common ordinary man to understand then knowledge
becomes perilous. If there is not enough weight nobody listens.
While not yet given up realization is that mine is one solitary head,
whose role while most important, beats against the wall for nobody listens
There is nothing
worst than being powerless. To become a silent observer is a horrible
end to a start, while still young, as a brave thinker, a saint doer
with an adequate amount of evangelical zeal. It is so hateful
to have to leave up things for somebody else to do.
is collapsing as foreseen and forewritten. One long repetition
of the same old same darn thing. People do not have a clue and
are done with that. Some appear to help and some are a fifth column.
is incapable of making new mistakes, afraid to do anything innovated
that is thought that is bound to fail. People are not prepared
to make any sacrifice: why walk when a car can be got into.
Yes sir! No
sir! and if they do not say that they not going get somewhere.
Every brother and sister know they have to say that. If
life’s ambition is to have a new-nigger, million dollars house with
no land around in Fort George Heights - good sugar cane land, where
a friend of mine’s father managed all three plantations in the area,
is now houses - when that is achieved, then that is that and if
a bad order is given it is yes sir! And go ahead and toe the line.
All for an address like having a P.O. Box.
seem to be successful; they live in a big house but what is called success?
They are the ones put on top of the list but they are of no importance
for they have no power to change things.
I do not want
to sound snobbish but I always knew, who I was.
There is insight
and education. Insight is given, that which one is born with and
education is a tool. Some can have insight but no tool/education.
People out side the system everyday, who have been given the tools of
education are everyday coming into the system but the problem is with
no insight and when they see a person with insight they come to take
I went everywhere
and did everything and my heart pondered on the most important things
in life: building an equal and humane society through human resources.
I have allowed
persons to draw from my insight, knowledge and understanding and because
they have had an alternate and different motivation they have altered
and changed the course of what was given.
draw and feed but do not have the same fundamental root and are not
going to do the same. It is one big party as they gather and use
for gain - money and prestige but not for the sake of the good progress
of the nation and for that reason have have no loyalty.
When life constitutes
a whole bundle of needs, in search of opportunities need will control
and corrupt integrity and in that moment what can be gained out weighs
faithful dependability of purpose. A project, an opportunity,
something of value or a goal goes nowhere because corruption jumps on
to the bandwagon.
is that they think that they need, opportunity becomes the controlling
factor that determines choices. The love of money corrupts
their mind until there is no real natural person in them.
The society is operating with a circular motion; it projects motion forward but is corrupted by conditions that are in themselves for corruption produces nothing of importance. A mango tree cannot bring forth apples and an apple tree cannot bring forth corn.
The constitution or the fundamental nature of these people does not allow them to see an angle and come up with another view. They are not in that state of mind; are not interested in what is said. The interest is to use and benefit for themselves. They are travellers and they only see how what is said will be the vehicle to get them along the road they are travelling and when on a road the track governs what they will see.
The need is
to keep everybody blind with ignorance. Exposure is bad news,
shit disturbing, getting in the way, and cannot be trusted to let selfish,
evil plans go ahead. The only way it works is by manipulation.
It goes back to crabs in barrel, the instinct to pull down. Everybody got something on everybody else, so when one body decide to start to jump up they all go rah! rah! rah! and delude each other.
In other words
if you want to manipulate the mechanics you have to no longer become
the generator. There may look like disciples but they are
not for they do not have a same spirit. They do not fight
for the same cause.
I am the author
not a slave so my security is always threatened, when they steal everything
and nothing comes back, it slows concentration like the throbbing pain
of a stumped toe it stops deep focus at some level at the place where
there are no resources.
I am not corrupt;
that theory is foreign to me, and that is the only reason I am not in
the band. One global village – all of life on earth’s resources
brought into one and not governed by reality – and when it collapses
it will not matter how they pretty up themselves.
It is nonsense.
To call them idiots is to blaspheme idiots for the definition of an
idiot is somebody born feeble. These are not idiots they are foolish
and democracy cannot be styled out of a foolish, ignorant people for
that puts the worst people in charge. From the lowest of them
do not believe that they are whores when they are offering their body
and spirit. Moving around in blindness as they have been doing
for so long. They are too fearful and cannot come to an opinion.
“Not me I
ain’t getting into that.”
itself and it churns out models like with a cookie cutter, and those
that do not stick together are looked on as outsiders. It is a historical
thing and also a plan.
A lot of the
people called ministers are blind or do not know what is going on.
Make a man a minister and they have no time to think about doing well.
They do not go about the place where and see the little man in the rum
shops and in the bus stands to find out what is going on. The
little man wants to eat chicken everyday too and why should not he.
get to the soul; the problem is that I am tired but I am not finished,
not at a place there is nowhere else to go, not at the point of surrender.
has so much of the island been owned by so many that do not live here.
Foreigners should not own so much. Never before in the history
has so little cost so much to so many people. Never before have
we not had a say in so many things that are of crucial importance.
Thompson has not been through the hornpipe either in politics or in
law. Like the Prince of Wales his father died, when he was
three and he was made king. David inherited a lot of baggage and
needs wisdom; wisdom comes with doing and obstacles and experience,
which he does not have.
of personal flaws, he will have to have extraordinary stamina or he
will fizzle out or burn out. It is the fellow who has the zeal
extraordinary, who lives the longest. It is the extracurricular
badness that wears out.
Bush in the
United States is going soon and Obama is going to do the opposite of
him. Obama will close Guantamo Bay and bring the troops home.
One idiot was allowed to have so much power with his veto he blocked
legislation even if it was only for a time, but at a crucial time.
One of the things about power corrupting is who is around that gather
and figure out what they have to do to elevate the man at the top so
that they will be brought along upstairs.
on a mountain with Peter, James and John and they said to let them build
some tabernacles and Jesus had to ask what the hell they were talking
about. Brutus, when Julius Caesar, a tyrant had been got rid of
and Marc Anthony spoke of Caesar as a great man, everybody figured that
they were OK that they had got their man, Brutus, in power by assassinated
and they would string on him and get near but Brutus said let me have
men that are fat and men that sleep o’ night. In other
words he did not want hangers-on, people, who want Cadillacs and BMWs.
There has always
been boot lickers; the world is full of sycophants and Barrow realized
that all had strung on to him and he intended to get rid of a lot of
them. He had asked certain people to come see him but he died in a short
time, before he could put his plan into place.
around Reagan, the cowboy, were always saying that the president could
not be allowed to do this or to think like that. When he, a Republican,
promoted certain civil rights legislation because he saw that it was
the right thing to do, he had to go against and sacked his chief advisor
because it was in the interest of democracy.
a good opportunity he did what he could. Robert Kennedy started
to do something about it and they assassinated him.
To look for
the big fish is to look down the wrong line. Forget the big fish;
fish are small by comparison. The shark is obviously dangerous but a
blue whale, the largest most powerful and most dangerous creature in
the sea, will take out the biggest shark like nothing. A blue
whale it is not a fish in any way and should be on the land but got
so big that it could not carry its own belly so it had to be in the
There is a
bigger machinery that rules America and the world and it needs to be
gotten rid of or beat. Who is the machinery behind Barbados?
Not the background people in positions, the chorus of loyal sons and
daughters, who want to be seen to be so bright and intelligent.
Those who have changed hats but wear the same clothes and none of them
capable, not even to understand and are not personalities that can be
are above all international laws - Edgar Hoover kept a dossier on all
Presidents and all the President's men and even the Presidents, who
are suppose to know everything did not know about it. Hoover ruled
America for about forty years. George Bush was the head of the
Cubana plunged into the island’s waters and mass murder and terrorism
was covered up by the Labour Party for George Bush, the then head of
the CIA. And Fidel Castro sends in his clowns to lay wreaths.
of None” is Barrow’s most quoted speech yet Barrow was a
collaborator, who took the CIA side against the black people of Southern
Africa fighting against apartheid. The Bridgetown CIA station,
in the US Embassy, was an outpost of the Cold War and the highest priority
mission of the station was the supplying of arms to the South African
government then involved in the CIA-sponsored mercenary war in Angola.
1975 Cuban troops disguised as vacationers were being transported on
Cubana flights through Seawell and onto Angola. Major Norman Ricketts,
British friend of Barrow, my boss and managing director of International
Caribbean Airways in conversation in 2003 told me that back then, one
night he saw Cubans, mainly men, getting off a Cubana flight and he
The rest is
history Barrow stopped the flights, while he allowed Seawell airport
to be used as a staging point for the CIA covert war: American
C 141 jets transported hundreds of tons of weapons from Charleston,
South Carolina, to Barbados for refueling, and then made the trip to
Kinshasa, Zaire, where the weapons were unloaded and flown in unmarked
planes to Angola.
a late 1975 interview with the Caribbean Broadcasting Union, (CBU),
interview was in a quandary to explain why he stopped the Cubana flight:
“1f the Cubans
wanted to join a war against Rhodesia or South Africa, which could be
a war of liberation, I would not only give them permission to use Barbados
as a refueling stop, but I would probably go along.” He said:
“as a matter of policy my government never supported foreign intervention
in any state’s domestic affairs.”
CIA operatives exploded a bomb in Independence Square at the British West Indies Airways (BWIA) office that handled Cubana. In the House Henry Forde, in opposition, put forward a motion condemning Barrow’s government for allowing the Cuban transatlantic flights to Angola out of Seawell, saying the country was meddling in another country’s affairs but made no reference to the U.S. C141s using Seawell for their trans-Atlantic journey to the embattled zone.
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