Ah, Roseau….
The last place in St Lucia where you can still smell the
sweet, sweet scent of slavery.
Just a couple hundreds yards from where a historically white
plantation turned the sweetness of slavery into rum for black people, is a slum
that makes ghetto people in Castries cry tears of sympathy.
If you don’t live there, you don’t want to know what life is
like. And if you live there, you don’t want anyone to know what it’s like for
you. Going to the bathroom is a courageous act for some people. For others, it’s
just plain dangerous.
Most Caribbean people started the process of liberation a
couple of hundred years ago. Roseau people are still waiting for deliverance.
Roseau in 1794 Joking....it's Chester Williams Mist of Roseau |
Hmmmph! (Big exhale.)
How about we sell it? The Goddard Company (which is
basically the Bajan version of the Barnards) bought the rum factory. Maybe they’ll
want the piece of land that reminds them of the greatest of their ancestors and
the good old days when Negs knew their place and Beches were born on top of the
world, regardless of their talent, their intelligence or their actual
abilities.
Is there any truth to the rumor that a french company has acquired the property where persons are being relocated from to establish an alcohol refinery?
ReplyDeleteFrom the land of the Pharaohs...to the Promised Land??? No wilderness? I can see people dragging those chains into the promised land. Deliverance from without must be combined with deliverance from within. Perhaps A quick stop in the wilderness for one commandment- Love thy neighbour.
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