BACK TO THE BRIGANDS

posted Dec 7, 2009, 10:02 AM by Caribusiness Admin

See if you can read this article and work out why this island cannot cure onion rot and the crooks in agriculture pretend that the problem with onions is dryers - if rotten onions are put in a dryer rotten onions will come out.  

Rousseau wrote that happiness for everyone was the free development of each child’s personality.  This has to start in the family.    

Some females never seem to understand, want, or recognize love; they carry on selfish lives, feign compassion and with no appearance of natural affection or the value of affection that children give sacrifice their children and deprive families of cohesion, which is needed to reinforce creative minds to further develop society.  These talents may not be in a mother but in her children but selfishness and self-preservation, which seeks to preserve only herself can over-ride maternal nature.   

This is not in-born it is embraced.   

Middle class families know socially significant history but remain silent.  In conversation with a member of theProute clan, one of the traditional and genetic middle class, out came, on condition of secrecy, one of those secrets: the reminder that Lucy Austin St. John, Charles Miller Austin’s daughter was “flighty” - the old people called it.   

“Lucy,” came the reminder, “had a child for Sam Headley’s father. The son was a doctor and luckily he died at 42 years of age.  Bree St. John hated Headley’s son, Sam and treated him with contempt even when Sam was his Chief of Security.”    

That child is Noel St. John there is no other child.  He died at forty-two years of age.  Lucy could not say that the baby was Headley, her father’s chauffeur.  It would not be shown on the birth certificate, when she married St. John.  The father’s name would be put down as Henry Albert St. John.  It is possible to get test done for the off spring of the boy would have Headley DNA.  Sam Headley said he remembered confirming this, when he was in uniform as an officer.  One day he traveled to St. George and at the top of Bridge Cot, Cave, a respectable man, a boss mason and overseer at Andrews factory had a few drinks and told him about Noel being his, Headley, father’s son.  Headley asked his mother and with tears in her eyes she acknowledged the fact.  She said: “your father was not always what he should have been.” 

With one foot in the grave Lucy saved self she did not answer truthfully why did Bree and why was he allowed to treat his brother so badly?   

“I guarantee that Bree’s father and yours are the same and I know that Bree hates you.  I asked him why and he would not answer but I think that it is because of your quick brain.” … Eric St. John. She said at ninety-two years of age. Tell the teacher ‘Good Morning!’ but it is not meant.  The truth was known so her reasons are based on, what she still believed up to the end. 

“I remember my father taking my pregnant mother and me to Malvern to show Miss Lucy that my mother was pregnant.  I do not know the reason for I was a small child but I dare anybody to challenge me on facts.” Sam Headley.

Antics with a straight face to fool but ask the same question over a period of time and the story changes because lies have to have long memory.  Lucy is not important in herself, except society is built and develops on qualities.  She enjoyed sex just like her father.  This was not passed from father to daughter through genes but rather through inheritance.  Miller Austin went into families and did what older people called -“hog and goat”- took all the females -  again Headley, the chauffer’s cousins, two sisters, had children for him.  That meant that the Headley family had children from both Miller Austin and his daughter.  Males represent authority and power but a woman would be burdened with being considered a whore.   

Lucy was born into fear and secrets. There was an image to preserve and promote and records to be sanitized.  Implanted stories were necessary to head truth off at the pass and to set a course to not go, where treasure was and wherever the path went there were clues to lead off tract.   

It did not matter how formulated or how it became so deceiving; it got into the life of our society and it grew. The thing is to change but some thirst after that which is offered to help them along.   

When Albert St. John first married Lucy they lived at Malvern until he and Miller Austin had a falling out“over pond grass.”  If a relative was not doing right - even normal children in the house and the child would not study: “I going send you to pick pond grass.” Child gangs used to pick pond grass.  That is the family story.  “If you quarrel with my brother you quarrel with me.” Norman, the story goes, said and Albert took Lucy and his children and moved to Christ Church.  The two brothers refused Miller Austin’s later offer of money to help, when their family estate in St. George was to be sold out.  

Noel disliked girl children.  A story relates to this dislike. “Let us put our sister in the box cart and push her down the hill and kill her.”  And he did and got his behind cutWhile in London, he married a woman of oriental origin and when she gave birth to a girl he divorced her.  The child was sent back and Lucy raised her.  Noel married again and had boy children. 

“Woe to the man that calls the good bad and bad good.”   

Maybe we have not got to the bottom of all the secrets; there might be much more to be known.  Bree had to have heard the rumour too that he was not Albert’s child.  Albert, Lucy’s husband, was not in charge and he died early; Noel, the son, was not a St. John’s and he died early at forty-two. Norman, Albert’s brother and ally, who was married to Lucy’s sister died early.   

“The St. Johns have the same medical problem and they died.”  That is the story but Noel was not a St. John.  Miller Austin also had another son with whom he had a row and “he walked down the hill and disappeared.” These things that happened need further investigation and it should be conducted by historians.  Research into the death certificates of Albert, Norman and Noel and the son, who disappeared, will be followed up.  There were so many, varied and various bones in a festering pot and a pot festers only and does not do so unless there is in it an on-going saga of which a higher force seeks an advantage.  Then there is Lucy’s second husband, he was so very ugly that he could not find a woman of his class to marry.  Lucy found money.   

“What we sew” although Lucy did not sew right seeds it does not mean that she did not believe this maxim; her helplessness in a situation she help create only shows that she was not capable to do the right thing.    

Dominant males gone, the individual dissolved in one twenty-seventh share of four hundred acres worth hundreds of millions of dollars (the wonderful estate house was sold for peanuts.)  Too many millions to let those, who need it use it. All signed on to the collective called Malvern Estates and Bree ruled.  Eric is the most knowledgeable man in agriculture and Bree blocked every plan he put forward to develop or plant at Malvern.  That is the reason our agriculture is failing.   So in control was Bree that when Prime Minister Tom Adams was removed Bree was able to have William St. John, his double cousin, to sign his death certificate, while Bree waited in the wing to become P.M. 

Met someone, last week, who has not seen Jean St. John but said: “Jean has gone foolish; she was walking around in dirty clothes, not bathing, going into the market, making a nuisance of herself and Eric had to put her in a home.”   How could Eric allow his name to be used against one, who was always his biggest defender and loved him? 

There is no light and nobody watches so integrity is abandoned in darkness - like the man one night he passes the Garrison (a red light district) and is haunted and tormented with problems from his spouse and at that same time a whore stoops by the car window and says:  “You looking for me?” 

The circumstances makes no difference; it is a flutter of evil because it comes at a moment of contemplative despair brought about by lost of position or drive or sustaining power.  Take a toy from a child and there will be tears and utter despair at the lost, it is the same just that adult lives extend beyond that shallow one experience. 

 

There is no need to seek ways to apologize or fall into judgment of the strong-willed, who have slipped into a cynical, still-exclusive world and no one can change him but himself.  Likeable as he is, when a person’s mind is made-up he knows, who to admit into his confidence and, where wrong actions, bad attitudes and immoral behaviour cannot be criticized those that follow and serve good do not meet it easy.  It is not a way of life for cowards and second guessers. 

When the whole thing moral structure is just another form of corruption what seems to be good is corrupt.  This environment must not continue in the coming generation something outside this understanding must be found so that those corrupted do so deliberately and not because there are things, which run parallel and coherent. Those with integrity cannot not ignore wretched and by exposure try to make society better.   

There were too many skeletons in the closet and they come down into the second, third and fourth generation.  Saul did evil and was struck so change can be, when worthlessness is renounced but when Mammon rules, money is held firmly to the bosom.  They do not listen, just sit happily in ill gotten gain: “as wrong as it is no matter you cannot get me for it.  I ain’t got to frightened for no body.”  No one gets lock up because everyone had something for everybody else and only the little fellow go to jail for house breaking. 

“I made a mistake,” is an admission of defeat, an embarrassment: “I am a homosexual,” - “I am a drunk,” -“I am child molester.” It is bondage, a thirst for what is thought of as important, a style of getting through and once that style is picked-up it becomes a habit.  That is why mouths are unopened when the brightest and the best are destroyed.   

With sensitivity and intelligent let the cells in the brain dissect and understand why, even if not how, sometime in the mid-1950s, under conditions created by a recent living arrangement with a primitive white’s pervasiveness that makes them believe that whatever they do is right because they are white a third generation Austin, a seasoned gambler like Miller Austin, whose wife is one of the third generation brigands, could pull a man, old enough to be her great-grandfather, from atop his wife’s eight-year old niece and does not tell and if he does thirty-two years later, when she remembered, the child was called a liar and mad.  It is like another third generation brigand in the supermarket business, who could not call in police, when someone stole so pilferers were taken in the back of the store and beaten. 

“I will give you all of this if you will bow down and worship me.”  Those, who have other expectations do not do so because a healthier way to work the system is known.   

Three temptations were first food/sustenance:  “You going stand there and starve to death turn these stones into bread.”  “No matter how much hunger how destitute I may be I will not do that.”  The second cast yourself down - the pressure is from fear falling so jump off deliberately.  The last is riches “ I will give you all of this if you will bow down and worship me.” -  “To have all the whole world and forfeit the soul.”   

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