This is brevity today. I promise. But every ten months or so I find reasonable cause to comment on our local trade unionism.
I concede that the following will be mere, not-too-structured ramblings. More of a “free-flow” as the thoughts that were influenced pour out.
-An Emancipation/Arrival nugget Taking a break from our local stresses of life here, I venture to comment on the burgeoning globalised ballistic stress that is terrorism.
Various countries and cultures and the United Nations Organisation all define what they deem to be the World’s “youth”.
Believe me my (more regular) friends, after today I’ll do my utmost to avoid this theme and issue for an extended period.
Earlier this year I was moved to comment (twice) on thoughts and issues of identity and belonging evoked by the poetry and other declarations by Ms Ryhaan Shah, Indian Pride activist.
– Suspending democracy sometimes? You may consider today’s offering as one of my (briefest) “time-out” pieces.
Quite often, when guilty, immoral or indifferent persons are confronted with deeds or thoughts which are negative to good order, to righteousness, even national development, they slink and hide behind one mantra: “It happen everywhere, not only in Guyana.” Not choosing to come out publicly, even privately, to denounce wrong-doing, they – usually normal folks – choose not to be courageous.
A brief visit to two of Georgetown’s Magistrates Courts was enough to re-trigger my years-long consideration of local administrators of legal justice in our homeland.
I am aware of the United Nations’ definition of human security. It now embraces wide-ranging sub-concepts – from refugee security to gender security, economic, environmental, food, health, community, cultural, political and , of course, personal security.
-The Anniversary Broth: Too many (new) cooks?Some years ago my column containing some of the following sentiments was titled, in part-creole, `Aftuh Gawd, is Police!’ The expression meant that no matter how the working-class society disparage the police service, whenever there was imminent or present criminal danger, after soliciting divine assistance from their heavenly creator (God) folks swiftly sought recourse to police expertise and personnel.
In terms of “Independence Regrets”, I’m repeating sentiments I’ve had published elsewhere in this newspaper.
You all know that it’s almost a personal “policy” not to join roaring debates on current national issues, as I prefer to defer to those with superior qualifications and experience.
-‘It was always illegal’ Two small up-front points: I’m glad I actually purchased a Guyana Times this past Sunday (I’m not too much a regular); secondly, what follows is as much a testimony to my fascination with other people’s Indianness in Guyana, as it is a brief nano-summary of my continually-delayed enlightenment on the issue, the phenomenon, the complex matrix of (a) people’s origins, history, culture, religion, ethnicity and generational lifelong bond.
The American “Solidarity Forever” trade union battle song was meant to say it all: in unity there is working-class strength; strength to negotiate workers’ rights even though there should be no need to have to “bargain” for just rewards.
Perhaps a little research can reveal if we – less than a million of us – really boast, proportionally, too many national holidays.
Crime – as trade and profession Just the briefest of my own grass-roots, man–in-the-street brand of “philosophising” about the implications of the behaviours now being exhibited by some “new” personalities in high places.
-Primo passes pellets Most of you will bear with me and this short sharp blast on my own personal trumpet.
Any of you ever heard how Forbes Burnham inveigled Barrister-at-law Desmond Hoyte to join him and the PNC in sophisticated, but activist party politics?
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.
– Remembering Thomas Didymus Thick, fast and sustained the comments, criticisms, suggestions flow via the media, recreational spots, “workshops” and from government and opposition.
This land is my land. Whose? You would be right to suspect, even conclude; that I like to explore definitions and meanings in my old dictionaries.
Greetings! As I hereby present one of my very brief – and rather escapist – pieces today.
– truth and healing The Special (?) Organised Crime Unit, the State Assets Recovery (?) Unit, the Financial Intelligence (?) Unit, The Customs Anti-Narcotic Unit, the Investigative Arms of our National Revenue Authority, the newer “units” and departments under the Police, especially Mr Blanhum’s Criminal Investigation Department CID- all the above, before and after the APNU+AFC installation in the corridors of authority, power and responsibility, were/are meant to secure us, taxpayers and law-abiding citizens, from those who pilfer(ed) our Public Purse.
Here are some relevant definitions from one of my old-time dictionaries. (Are dictionaries still in use by the dot-com generation?) “Jubilee” – a” fiftieth (50th) anniversary.” “A season or occasion of/for celebration.” “Golden Years” – the advanced years in a life-time.” “Golden-Ager” an elderly and often retired person (usually engaging in club activities.”) “Golden” Wedding Anniversary –