Emanating from my brief paid-up membership but years-long support of and for the People’s National Congress (PNC) – 1973 to around 1996 – I was one under–35 who admired Leader Forbes Burnham and wondered about the brash, ubiquitous, once-powerful Deputy, Hamilton Green.
Off-handedly, I had also promised myself that – if I stayed alive long enough to experience the end of Mr Green’s decades-long marathon mayorship of our capital – I would write something or the other about this (once) charismatic politician who obviously enjoyed authority, then power. Why?
Well Mr Green, to me, is , more than Oscar Clarke or say, Malcolm Parris/Rashleigh Jackson, an ageing symbol of a power–house local political institution that has superintended both the advent of our Nation-State – and it’s delayed development, under-performance and
