Justice for Courtney Crum Ewing

The sky was dark and overcast. We had just come from the night shelter where the Haitians were being held. It was a bad situation and we were all on edge. “What are you doing about Crum Ewing?” she directed loudly at me. Huh? “What are you doing about Crum Ewing?” she repeated. “Um, what do you think I should be doing about Crum Ewing?” She let out a long suck teeth. CHUUUUUPSE. I sighed, a deep heartfelt sigh. “Look, they held somebody, but every time the magistrate lets him go.. You know that…” I does go and check out his tree once in a while- a lovely Pride of India sapling. I’m glad you remember him though, sister. I’m glad you remember him. #CourtneyCrumEwing #JusticeNow What are YOU doing about Crum Ewing??

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a tale of two mothers

a tale of two mothers. the first is trying to slow down time. she gets a year with her newborn before the child is taken away. these simpletons think its better to sever the maternal-offspring bond than bring the child up in prison. but children are born and raised in brothels, sweatshops, and shantytowns the world over. #hypocrisymuch The second mother is trying to speed up time. She’s got a release date, see? she has 3 children- a girl and 2 boys who are both in the GDF (Army). She was busted at the airport with cocaine. She plead guilty right away and has already served 2/3 of her time. She lived 10 minutes away from the prison, she said. She used to exercise around it when she was young; she’d run past early in the morning, tantalizing the big women inside. Now, funnily enough, many years later, she’s a captive, staring out at life going by. #ataleof2mothers #Guyana2017

jubilee +1- Guyana 2017

Sometimes I decide to go to things. Sometimes I get to thinking I should engage/participate more in the larger society out there. So I leave my hammock and my yard of growing things, and- risking my life in the minibuses- I go. Sometimes I’m glad, pleasantly surprised, meet cool people, feel stimulated. This being Independence eve and all, I made the effort. The event description mentioned young people and an environmental organization- that’s why I went; Earth and the future is in peril- I wanted to hear what young people thought and were doing about that. But it turns out that was just the first 15 minutes; the rest of the time was devoted to the Constitution and blah blah blah. There weren’t that many people there- there were competing events- the flag raising, something about oil and gas- undoubtedly more people were at those events. So i forced myself to stay. It was hard for me to sit there though. I twitched my fingers and toes, slumped then pulled myself back up, closed my eyes, rested my head in my hands, just fidgeted. All I kept thinking while man after man droned on about the Constitution and politricks was the little girl I had spent the previous hours of the afternoon with. She was 7 going on 8, in Grade 2, and she couldn’t write a proper sentence. In fact, she was at the ‘cat, bat, rat, hat’ stage of reading/writing. At 7 going on 8. She has never not been in school. It’s public school tho, not private; she’s not from a wealthy family. They have had their share of troubles actually, but she hasn’t been the one directly affected. Physically- as far as the eye can see- she’s fine, healthy. But the learning deficits are unmistakable. 20170525_165731

She’s never been assessed though- where does one even go to get that done in Guyana, another colleague/friend and I pondered the other day? I thought of one person who might know; after the holiday we’ll reach out and see (Karen H- is you I thinking of). 51 years of independence. 7 yr olds who can’t read. She’s not alone- when I was volunteering at the Drop In Center- before it burned down killing Joshua and Antonio George- I found many children who were going to school every day, who had notebooks full of notes, but who struggled to read and write basic sentences in English <Charlene, you have to give me tips on how to assess Creolese fluency in writing>. I stopped volunteering after the fire- there wasn’t any suitable place for that at the new location where the surviving children were re-located to, I was told when I visited there. Besides, they reported, most of the children had been sent back to their families. I see them around regularly actually- usually it’s they who “Miss” me. I saw one of the boys last Friday, unloading thrushes of water coconuts from the back of a pickup truck at my weekly neighborhood market. It was around 11am, time when he should have been in school. But instead, he was child laboring. When I asked if he was going to school, he dropped his eyes and lied. “Yes Miss. I just didn’t go today.” I stood there for a few minutes, just watching him silently. When the backs of the adult men directing the operation were turned, I asked him softly if they were paying him. He nodded. These children are everywhere- you don’t have to know or look hard to see them; they are everywhere; clearly visible every day. They’re at the intersections and road corners selling water, soda, and beer. They’re pushing bales of stuff in the market and climbing into storage bonds. They’re running errands for big people and engaging in all kinds of hustles. The girls are a bit more invisible- unless you’re in the bush or a bottomhouse bar. 51 years of independence. And these men are talking about the readability of the Constitution and all the beautiful things it promises the Guyanese people. The environmental organization man talks about how happy he is to have found a job he likes and the awesomeness of nature. About the pristineness of Guyana’s environment and the difficulty getting coastlanders to appreciate it. The young woman on the panel- the only one, someone i know, who blew a kiss to me earlier- talks about love. Love of country and the awesomeness of nature. The other young man talks about his love of the law, and youth coupling with wisdom. He is careful, too careful, already lawyerly-careful, to not blame anyone (the government) for anything. 20170525_185101The veteran trade unionist’s 15 minutes feels like an hour and at the end of it I’m completely discombobulated.  I want to scream. I want to cry. I leave when another comrade of sorts asks about the lack of a strong civil society response to the abuses of power. My head feels like it’s going to explode; I bolt outside- if it does, I want to at least get one last glimpse of the stars before oblivion. Instead I’m greeted by the sight of overflowing garbage bins and piles of garbage strewn about the pathway. On the other side, inside the GuyOil compound, nice Jamaican music plays and people dance, enjoying the pre-Independence. 20170525_191846

I walk to the National Library, to check on the banner I put up there day before yesterday. It says LGBT and Guyanese on the same line and it was a minor dream of mine to get a banner like this in this position. LGBT event at Natl Library- signThis being Guyana though, anything could have happened to it. So I’m going to check on it. I have some more wire in my bag to secure it more if necessary. I hear a sound behind me and turn; it’s just a dog. Still, I’m on the alert. I am a woman, walking alone. I have been mugged before and have no desire for a repeat. Another block and another sound, this one human. Turning I see a man in slippers, one of the numerous street dwellers of Georgetown. Shit. I pick up my pace and search the wire out of my bag, wrapping it around my fist. I could poke him with it if necessary, or strangle him maybe? Yes, these are the things women walking alone on darkened streets think.  Under a streetlight I see that he is of indigenous heritage. It’s funny- I had been thinking, in the event earlier, when the environment organization people were talking, about how I would have liked  to see/hear an indigenous person’s perspective. So now the universe had sent me someone. Real funny. I cross the street, looking back still. I know he sees me looking at him, judging him a threat. I feel like shit but this is life. Fucked up shit. As we near the library, he greets me. “Exercising huh?” he says inanely. I just grunt. My head still feels like it’s going to explode.

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FREE Dr Stella Nyanzi- sign & share Support/Solidarity Statement #education4girls #fukrespectabilitypolitricks #downwiththepatriarchy

Sign Support and Solidarity Statement here: https://docs.google.com/…/1FAIpQLSdOqmpYkQi-2ghPiN…/viewform <The arrest of Dr. Stella Nyanzi in light of her campaign to provide sanitary pads to young students is an affront, to the fundamental right of all students to continuous education. The arrest seeks to shift focus from the urgent issue of getting sanitary pads to girls who need them so that their education is not disrupted, to respectability and the hurt egos of powerful political elites and people in power.>

More here: https://qz.com/956379/uganda-has-thrown-an-academic-in-jail-over-a-buttocks-insult-to-president-museveni/

solidarity across gender binaries

to be lesbian, bisexual, or questioning is not the same as being transgender, i know- BUT in societies set up and dedicated to maintaining heteronormativity and the gender binary/status quo, all who do not conform are stigmatized. i share the following quotes from a LBQ survey i conducted last Nov/Dec in observance and solidarity with my trans family. #similarstruggles #bridgebuilding #transgendervisibilitydaycommemoration

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uncharitable thoughts/ GT maths lesson

saw bout half dozen shabbily dressed old people clustering around the doorway of a popular GT restaurant yesterday. turns out they were there for their weekly handout from the big businessman. $40 each, every Friday. being generous and counting the whole 52 weeks, i calculate comes to a whopping $2080- ie $10.40USD. $10 fucking dollars per person per year. when you’re making millions annually in profit- not that i’ve seen your account books but this i KNOW because you/your family has had this business in this same location for decades. you own the building, don’t hafta pay rent. i’m sure you give in other ways- well at least i hope so. i know they also say that beggars mustn’t/can’t be choosers, but still, damn..

Pension is now $18,200GYD ($91 USD/mo) btw

Public assistance is now $7300 GYD/mo- that’s $36.60USD. This is supposed to be for people with disabilities, dependent children without parent(s)  etc.

insane

so much more to say

the little boy with the bandaged eye  who i saw sitting on Regent St yesterday with a box asking for donations so he could have eye surgery to save his sight.

all the other people, including a friend of mine who was just diagnosed with breast cancer, who have to worry about if, where and when they’re going to get the money to pay for care and treatment…

meanwhile jagdeo, hammie n all the rest o dem rolling in d million$$- fuckers

this is Guyana 2017

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Watch their faces. Say their names. Remember their stories. DO MORE to end gender-based violence.

This is not a comprehensive list. Many- children and adults- have been maimed, physically and emotionally. Many are still suffering in silence.

#GuyaneseDVkillings2016

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Bibi Keneiz, 60 years old. Mother of 3. Raped and stabbed 11 times about her body. Mentally disabled.

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Indrawattie Somwar, known as Sharda. 49 years old, mother of 2. Chopped to death by her husband who was consuming alcohol throughout the day. Upon returning home he requested some food  which he subsequently hit out of her hands. As a result she told him about his behaviour and requested that he leave the house but he became angry and went into the kitchen where he allegedly armed himself with a cutlass and dealt her two chops to her head.

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Bagwantie Persaud, called Kamini. 50 years old. Chopped to death by her husband. Despite frequent reports made to the police about the abuse, nothing was done.
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Bibi Zabeeda Khan, 41 years old, mother of 3. Stabbed to the neck and waist by her husband. She was also beaten in the head and strangled. The woman’s battered body was discovered in a trench.
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Simone Hackett, 23 years old, mother of 1. She was stabbed at least twice to her back and neck by her child’s father. Her body was discovered in a trench with the throat slit.
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Candacy Pitt, 31 years old. Chopped to death by her husband who didn’t want her to work. “She ran and he chopped her and then kick her over and chopped her more and then chop her across her neck and walk out.”
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Glenda McCurdy, 19 years old. McCurdy who had ended the relationship some time ago was walking home with her mother. They were confronted by Alexander who, after making accusations, whipped out a firearm from his pants’ waist and shot McCurdy in the chest.
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Hafeeza Rohomon, 28 years old, mother of 4. Killed by her husband. “He used to beat she bad and they always used to have problems.”
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Vanessa Sookram, 34 years old, mother of 2. Sookram was chopped to her neck which was almost severed while her toddler son, Joel, was chopped to his abdomen, which left him virtually gutted. Her husband also chopped his mother’s hand.
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Leolyn Sullivan, 34 years old, mother of 3. Leolyn was reported stabbed 31 times by her partner. The dead woman’s 18 year old daughter is hospitalized with stab wounds to her neck which she sustained when she tried to intervene as the man repeatedly stabbed her mother. Another daughter reportedly ran away after witnessing the incident. She had to be treated for severe trauma.
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Latchmin Shivpuran, called Radhika. 49 years old, mother of 2. The woman was found lying in a pool of blood; her ex-partner was held.
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Serojanie “Golin” Ramkarran, 71 years old, mother of several. She was found leaning against a window in the lower flat where she had locked herself to escape the beatings. The neighbours, as well as relatives, said they went many times to speak to the man about his abusive behaviour but he would not listen. “He would tell us this is his place and he can do what he want.”
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Yansen Tamika Brusche, 38 years old, mother of 4. Stabbed by her former partner.
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Rajwantie Baldeo, 49 years old, mother of 2. Baldeo was beaten prior to her death since her entire face was “black and blue.” Due to the blows, she fell unconscious and she was stabbed several times about her body. Her neck was almost severed by her husband.
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Yonette Prince, 23 years old, mother of 1. She was stabbed multiple times by her ex-partner who she had separated from several months ago. Up to the time of her death a restraining order from the court had still been in effect.