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​Chronicle of Several Deaths Foretold

YOU KNOW your week’s not going to end well when, on Monday, Africans and Indians in Trinidad & Tobago are furiously spitting accusations of racism at one another and, on Tuesday, a white American, Democratic presidential nominee, Joe Biden, chooses a dougla woman, Kamala Harris, as his vice-presidential nominee.

The irony becomes steely when you consider that this is place that coined the word, “dougla” to describe the child born of an African and an Indian person making love to one another!
You think, well, what’s the firetrucking point of being Trinbagonian any more? Look, you best tell David Rudder to firetruck away with the Ganges & the Nile, yes.
The great Lloyd Best, who was right about more or less everything while he was alive (and was more or less ignored by policymakers for the same period), recognised race was a legitimate basis for political organisation in newly-Independent Trinidad &Tobago.
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Choose Your Hobson Carefully

Hobson’s choice. The option of taking either what is offered or nothing (from a 16th Century carrier who gave his customers in Cambridge the choice of taking the next horse or no horse at all) Shorter OED


NEXT MONDAY will almost certainly deliver yet another in a long line of general elections in Trinidad & Tobago that may possibly make a change but will certainly make no difference.
This isn’t an opinion or an idea, it’s just counting.
Mark Twain said there were three kinds of lie: lies, damned lies and statistics but the Trini stats really don’t lie (except in wait, to catch anybody hoping for any positive development).
In almost 64 years of Independence, we have had a grand total of three political parties in government in Trinidad and perhaps one-and-a-half in Tobago (the PNM Tobago candidate and the Tobago anti-PNM candidate).

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​Monkey Business, Family Tree

THE ODD CROOK OF their heads — both tilted sharply upward, at the same angle — made me turn from the cricket to see what the dogs were looking at. Then I heard the squawking: making noise was all the birds could do, like the sufferers of Morvant/Laventille.

An egg-stealing monkey in the tree!
Better to scare a murderous monkey away than watch West Indies monkey about on the field, I thought, but the monkey jumped down and ran away before I reached our gate. The birds settled on their nests again; if he’d got their eggs, they’d still be flying around, squawking, but in grief, not desperation.
I did my best bird whistle, hoping they knew I was on their side. What more can a parent ask for, but that their children survive each day?
I watched them for a bit, wondering what it would be like to have someone nearby who could scare my monkeys away. How good an idea is God, who takes every shock away from you, like some almighty ground wire.
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