Jude denies Father Harvey

1 The big, black, local Roman Catholic Priest. The emphasis here is on Catholic. Yes, I was a good Roman Catholic a long time ago and attended a Catholic School (Secondary) for seven (7) years. Some part of my life has to be attributed to the Roman Catholic influence.  God bless my paternal grandmother who wrote text from the Daily Missal on the outside wall of the house and had a permanent Alpha and Omega in the yard.  Don’t judge me.

I remember D.V, my school principal and a Roman Catholic Priest. Thanks to him for helping me through Form 5 – 6. I remember Fr Harris, then parish priest at Holy Trinity Church, he is now Archbishop. He was parish priest when I did First Communion and Confirmation. I remember Gregory Augustine now a priest and Fatima Principal, then head of Confirmation at Holy Trinity Church. I remember the legacy of the Pantin brothers, Archbishop (one of them) and Servol (the other).

I also remember the romanticism of the idea by many a Catholic that one day there would be a black Archbishop in Port of Spain.

  • But Fr Harvey (The big, black, local Roman Catholic Priest ) – No, I do not know him (1st denial)

2. Sometime in 2011, a Roman Catholic priest got the Hummingbird Gold for “loyal and devoted service to the country”. His name was Father Clyde Harvey.

  • But Fr Harvey (The Patriot) – No, I do not know him (2nd denial)

3. T.T.D.C (Trinidad and Tobago Debates Commission) Member – Fr Clyde Harvey (2015). He is Chairman of Community Intervention for Transformation and Empowerment, South AIDS Support and the Morris Marshall Development Foundation. In other words, he works with T.T.D.C to develop our frail democracy (dais a big word – democracy) and he works in hot spots and with persons less fortunate than most.

  • But Fr Harvey (The Nationalist) No, I do not know (3rd denial)

I really do not know him so like Peter, this Jude might I add Benedict (yes, two Catholic names) denying him. While I don’t know him, I know of him. My question: Do you expect a gun toting youth between the age of 16 – 30 to know of him, to know him or to respect him enough not to rob him for 30 pieces of silver (or 50k ransom in 2017).

  1. You think they Catholic (meaning they have a fear of God)? Or that because he big, black, local or Catholic makes a difference?
  2. You think they patriotic, have some sense of self and country? You think they care about a Hummingbird award or if it gold? Gold yes, maybe if he was wearing it as a chain.
  3. They may be citizens but you think they nationalistic. They know about the T.T.D.C? It pains me because I think they should know about his work in their community and other communities similar to theirs but clearly they do not or did not care.

You see in this democracy numeracy and literacy free because of free education.  In this democracy that sometimes socialist and welfare like because the state does so many thing to take care of citizens.  In this democracy where long time is not long time. Religion, patriotism, and nationalism seem to be the relics of the movement for Independence, and we don’t own our Republic, this Republic.

In this democracy fellas age 16-30 dying every day as they perpetrate criminal acts or someone perpetrates a reprisal on them for a criminal act or less.   You seeing the “value” proposition?

Most of us don’t know Father Harvey but we know of him because our literacy and numeracy is our own.  We continue to read about them “the little black boys” as they do what they feel is necessary for their literacy and numeracy.  You reading express and counting your salary.   They reading your movements and counting your salary.

There is a script though, in fact several scripts that have captured our imagination and the imagination of our parents.  The Independence Script, The Republic Script, The Black Power Script.  These scripts were not necessarily and need not be written by government for the people.  It could be written by government with the people, or by the people and for the people with the government.

Who is working on the current script?  Not King James.  What is our real/perceived/present/future value proposition as trinis? Who needs to work on our script?  We all do.  Thanks to all of you for taking care of your own, so that you are not hanging your head in shame for the Act committed on Fr. Harvey.  Thank you for knowing him or of him, for the empathy or sympathy.  Who do we have to thank for those who denied him?   Peter? Judas? Jude? We?

In this democracy we are the government, we are the opposition, we are the patriots, we are the nationalists, we are the priests, we are the bandits and we are the victims.  We allplaying a role.  In the words of Bro Valentino’s Calypso “life is a stage and we are the actors, everyone has a part to play”.   We can’t wait for the play to unfold, but act to change the script.

Have a bless Corpus Christi.  Plant something for the future.


Poor and Polite (Trini Middle Cl-ASS)

December 9th 2013

“Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the star ship Enterprise” Star Date Dec 9.

Aye Gervs, how you going? “I dey poor and polite” yea, dais me I am poor (not rich). Say what you want just spell my name right. I believe I am poor, and I associate with “poor” people and the  more vulnerable in our society. For the month of November I did some work with some “at risk kids” and it empowers me to empower them. Just last week an NGO approached me to do some work with some girls next year, and every Christmas morning for the past 12 years without fail before I have Breakfast in my house, I am at a Home feeding the staff and kids there.  These are some of the people our society sees as “poor”.

Whenever i go to the bank to withdraw some money and ask myself “when is payday”.  I living for the next pay.  I tell allyu, I poor. Poor, Polite and proud. When I was recently degreed (Graduated with my first degree) I thought I was middle class, or that I was going to be. Somebody tell me the least you should get paid is $4500. Well my first job paid $1500, yes it did. Furthermore I spend quite a bit of time (and I have witnesses) well-dressed walking the streets of Port of Spain going from door to door with my resume in a brown envelope. I even work at Tri- Island for a day (allyu remember them?)

So who/where is the middle class. Top three searches via google 1. “Middle Class betrayed, abandoned” (Trinidad Express, November 22, 2011) by K Kishan Valsayn. 2. “Unleash the middle class” (Trinidad Express, November 29th, 2011) By Ralph Maraj and 3. Wake up, middle class (Trinidad Express, June 10 2013) Ralph Maraj again. Well I so confused, The Trinidad Express, and Ralph Maraj like they have a monopoly on the middle class, or the concept.

Ah take a 5 and wheel and come again, I remember they had 4 elections this year and in the last one I hear a man on TV talking about the Middle class and the swing voters (in St. Joseph of course). So I gone back by google, Spin the wheel and ask google for “Trinidad swing voters and middle class”. Google give me “Beware some fool with a gun” (Trinidad Express, November 5th, 2013). I quote “Young people are disengaged and the comfortable middle class with one foot in “foreign” cannot be bothered to vote” by N. Merrell. More Express and more evidence, I am not of the middle class.

In one of my incarnations as a student my friends used to use the term “pulling skin”. You can imagine what it means. Taken at face value of the article titles, they betrayed and abandoned, need to wake up and be unleashed, they comfortable, they have one foot in foreign and they doh vote. Well they have to be a set of skin pullers (if you eh get it you can interchange it with “waste of time”, “non (re) productive” or expert fishermen/Master Baiters. At approaching 40, to be honest, my time for skin pulling done (yes teens years i may have mastured same). Time for some action. So me I poor and trying to be rich (in spirit), with no foot in foreign, cause I staying right here.

I honestly feel there is a middle class here. If they are swing voters, then they must be of value in marginal seats. I am just following the political logic of the last election. I don’t live in a marginal so I must not be one. I really feel there is a middle class, some people say is the university educated people, who consider issues. They consider them at election time evidently, but I does be here whole year grounding with my poor brethren. Where dem does be whole year? I honestly feel there is a middle class here, but in this case I doh like the middle. Yea I want to be rich (in spirit), but I keeping myself grounded among my “poor” brethren. Is left or right, up or down, no middle.

I believe there is a middle class here, but the middle is a middling place, and many of them who in the middle doh meddle. I believe the middle need to meddle a little more with the “poor”. Damn and it rhyme. Take some Brother Valentino – this place nice.  video taken from Youtube.

Nelson Mandela is dead – He Belongs to the Ages

December 6th – 2013

“Space: the final frontier.These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise” Star Date Dec 6.Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible say, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel. I know what allyu thinking “Mary boy child…” Nah I want to change that, no disrespect to the Christ-ians but long time ago it will be said there lived a man called Nelson Mandela. Yea I have a His-Story degree and I writing my own thing.

Christopher Columbus believed he would reach the east if he sailed west. It is rumoured he was looking for a short cut for India and that my friends was the beginning and for some the end of Africa. The world then was a very big place (social media would have us believe it is smaller now HA HA). It took months to get from one place to another. So imagine how hard it was to be popular, worst yet be part of or lead a global movement.

They had some ole fellas around these parts, one Williams, one Adams, and one Manley, who together tried to come together and all that remained when they separate was an equation, a math equation that some of us are familiar with (one from ten leaves nought). They were right here and could not make one.

In the era following at least in Trinidad, from what I know there existed a spirit that linked us the world, but to Africa in particular and to things African. Case in point the 70’s. Even before and after that the Pan African movement, which we own be it CLR, Henry Sylvester Williams here and in Europe, or Over in America Kwame Ture/Stolkey Carmichael. Serious academic men of Global proportions.

Culturally Valentino’s ‘Stay Up Zimbabwe”, and Merchant’s “Um Ba Ya Ya O” these are songs that tell of a consciousness of our brothers and sisters far away but close to our hearts. These things were not nurtured on the internet, via fb or twitter. We casually read text messages and posts, but like the word itself, read (fb posts of Mandela’s passing) is not necessarily read (Long Walk to Freedom).

Then there was this man Arthur Napoleon Raymond Robinson aka Chief Olokun Igbaro (not me the Ooni of Ife call him that). This man make me, a secondary school student go to deluxe Cinema to see “Cry freedom” the Steve Bico Story (me a black CIC boy, from Cunupia, trying to find my place in the world). You all know I never went ZEN, for those who don’t know, it was deluxe cinema.

Flip the script a bit. Imagine these men in the non social media, non Bill Gates, non Steve Jobs era commanding by their presence and existence in the global diaspora (and I eh even mention Garvey) and here in Trinidad, not now but in the relatively modern era of pc’s and pagers people having “golliwog nights” and you cyar even get 50 brothers together to protest.

Today, yes today, Minister of Foreign Affairs getting “rupes up” by Minister of National Security about 13 “illegal immigrants” (Jamaican) and we cyar make a proper statement about Haiti, but everybody on fb know who the Jamaicans were and why they get rejected. Maybe Stalin said it best “Rastafarian cult growing and Carifta dying slow, is something dem Rasta’s on that dem politicians don’t know.”

Nelson Mandela stands tall for me, a man who achieved his Mission, I know this, I trust that much of my generation knows this. I fear that in the world of fb and twitter, in this shrunken world, generations after me (those here) and generations to come will not even know the essence of the man, like many of them who do not know of some of those whom I have mentioned above. They will say “Long time ago there lived a man called Nelson Mandela.”

The Oppressor can be overcome… without violence. This is the legacy of Nelson Mandela.