What more can be said of things in Guyana?

Dear Editor,

I am sitting here thinking: What more can be said of certain things in Guyana that has not already been said? Still, I must try.

Take corruption in the local environs. Perhaps the most appropriate thing that can be written now is don’t try to hide a full-grown crocodile in a handkerchief.

On race realities in Guyana, it can safely be posited that this country and its citizens have not progressed beyond the 1960s. Not a single step.

As for policing, I encourage the interested to look at the coverage on Ferguson, Missouri. All of the dark stark issues from that troubled community are part of our partially concealed, dismissed, and ignored neighbourhood. There is distrust, heavy-handedness, militarization, hopelessness, vacuum, and gangs. Now the horror and harrowing find full expression, despite the best intentions and restraining voices.

Next, the story of the numbers from migration and census (such as they are known, even when denied or hidden) paint a sorry picture.

It is that we run endlessly, only to discover that we have travelled to nowhere. No matter how far we go mentally, we cannot hide from ourselves. It might help to refer to the race realities sentences above.

Talking about numbers, it is clear that local real estate serves as a most efficient and advantageous mechanism to achieve money-washing objectives.

It absorbs tons of cash, and is recyclable. Meaning that the next arriving crony venture capitalist with a bag full of cash (make that a plane full) can repeat the process of pretended building, buying, and selling. Except this is real money involved.

Then, there is the ruling PPP. Tell us, please, how many lifetimes would it take for the embedded class to spend the money they have? How many lifetimes?

In terms of the PNC and assorted opposition, the question is: What are you doing with your time and mind? What do you have in mind anyway, if anything?

As for the people, Guyanese must be the only people on this planet who prosper from anger, fear, and hopelessness. They grow more contented by the day. I salute you.

Yours faithfully,

GHK Lall