-Elections USA: Some “Black” Presidents Okay friends, bear with me as I return yet once more to my dubiously-favourite theme of a modern-day moral dilemma.
Far be it for me, an ageing patriot who chose to live and stay solely and only in this country of my birth, to bad-talk it negatively in a consistent manner.
Firstly, I am aware of the numerous analyses, predictions and conclusions being published daily regarding this 2016 (unconventional) election campaign now raging in the USA.I still add my layman’s bit as anyone with just a bit of interest in electoral politics – and has Cable TV- must be enthralled by the rather strange goings on across the US at this time.
Up front I’ll concede that today’s lead topic above consists of my layman’s ramblings on a societal issue that is very complex, complicated, technical, even profound.
I often hesitate to jump into debates on issues of national significance when many other knowledgeable and eminently-qualified minds are weighing in on such matters.
The man I knew as “father” was a policeman all his life. Even in his retirement when he taught young recruits to drive and was himself the driver and “Man Friday” for Sir Shridath Ramphal, he remained an “Ole police” at heart.
I realise that, most likely, it is because I am at the cusp of plunging into the heart of that demographic that is the Guyanese elderly that I return to this theme almost annually.
To his socio-political credit, David Arthur Granger, whilst on the pre-May 2015 Election Campaign trail did visit and interest himself in many hinterland communities at a very personal level.
Whether the reason or cause is personal economic hardship, innate disrespect for honesty and the law, greed or some disdain for (hard) work, there are parents or guardians who will knowingly accept stolen items generated by their younger relations.
I suspect that it’s because “hope springs eternal (in the human breast/spirit”) that I return to the issue of the status, role and effectiveness of our Guyana Police Force or Service.
A powerfully-worded letter by Mr Clairmonte Lye in this past Sunday Stabroek (Aug 21, 2016) motivated my short lead-piece today.
Attention Vice-President/Senior Education Minister Dr Rupert Roopnaraine. Attention Minister Nicolette Henry. Attention Chairman, National Sports Commission.
This is brevity today. I promise. But every ten months or so I find reasonable cause to comment on our local trade unionism.
-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 –
See how brief I can be today. As I comment on America’s DEA.
If there is any society on our planet that is absolutely, perfectly classless, I have not yet been convinced about its existence.
Basdeo questions Bharrat After completing twenty-three years within this ‘paper and column, regulars would appreciate that I am not given to – or can’t manage – the more academic, more analytical/philosophical reviews and assessments, whilst discussing or exploring issues.
-We’re 23 today!Strange how one can juxtapose seemingly oblique, or very unrelated events, personalities, reminiscences, when one vivid, even startling bit of drama unfolds.
Just one anniversary IdeaAgain disregarding my preference for staying away from certain “hot” issues that attract current national attention from the more qualified, I nevertheless, feel obliged to repeat my own perspectives on matters related to capital punishment.
What follows, from paragraph two hereunder, are my recycled thoughts first published here more than three years ago.
During May-June last year they solemnly and spitefully promised to deliver what we – meaning all those not with them – seem to be receiving: A cheated-not-defeated/oppose-expose-depose parliamentary and political opposition.
Well, well, well, do you realise that this December’s Christmas Season is the first one that young Guyanese, twenty three years and young, will spend not under a PPP government?
With a week to go before the ordained day, I know that many will be preoccupied, so today I spell brevity.
Okay my annual Yuletide lamentation is becoming, for me, as traditional as all the universal and (very) local activities and traditions now associated with this “joyous” Christians Festival being celebrated in December.
The motivation for these remarks comes from the stimulation I frequently get from the analyses and even advisories in some Sunday Stabroek editorials.
The whole concept of the Guyana-brand of “junkies” is worth some additional study even though I suspect much has already been attempted with respect to this unwanted social phenomenon.
I invite readers, both my regulars and casual fans, to decide whether (all) the following is factual, true and an accurate record of a very recent war-room-type strategy meeting by executives of the opposition People’s Progressive Party (PPP), as they planned another round of responses to all the Granger government is doing right and doing wrong as they, the PPP, fights to stay relevant even necessary.
Ignoring my preference for avoiding immediate comment on issues of simmering significance, sometimes better left to others blessed with sharper intellects, wider experience and more analytical attributes, I, never-the-less, plunge into two conversations today.