The limits of the power elite have been exposed in South Africa. Jacob Zuma and his private sector cronies have finally been brought to book. Perhaps they got away with corruption for so long that they thought they were untouchable. In any case, their spectacular demise has put the term ‘state capture’ on the lips of millions of people around the world.
I pledge to work on freeing myself from negative self talk that keeps me from having a healthy relationship with my self and others. [How/Method: Focus on the breath instead of the negative train of thought. Acknowledge the emotion/reason causing the eruption of negativity and address *that*. Journal. Step away instead of getting carried away. Count to 10 or 20. DEEP BREATHS]
I pledge to work on freeing myself from fearing, judging, and damning others who are different and/or who hold different opinions/political ideologies from me. [How/Method: Look for similarities; don’t just focus on the differences. Agree to disagree. Dialogue]
I pledge to work on freeing myself from the jumbies of the past so that I can enjoy a bright future. [How/Method: More therapy. More rituals. More focusing on the PRESENT]
I pledge to work on freeing myself from Big Capital and the scourge of overconsumption. [How/Method: Don’t buy more than what is needed (do regular inventory). Produce more things for myself- toothpaste, detergent, etc (cat food?). Barter. Grow more]
I pledge to work on freeing myself from plastic. [How/Method: Walk with own, reusable bags, food containers, utensils, and bottles. Stop using straws. Stop buying individual bottles of water/bags of juice; drink coconut water from the nut instead. Make and use cloth wraps instead of plastic bags. Buy bulk instead of individually packaged items.]
Went out for a ride around the hood only to run into a fren of Bheristar building a fishing boat at the mangroves’ edge on the Mon Repos/ Good Hope foreshore. He greeted me like a long lost cousin and we gyaffed for almost an hour. He boasted that he’s the only non-African member of the Ann’s Grove church. “Me di only coolie man in dat chuch! Di onliest! “Why you go there?” I asked curiously. He avoided the q but has no qualms talking about his sexual practices and behaviors. He’s had sex with “plenty auntie-man,” he said. I was shocked to hear him speak so openly. “Yes, I bugger plenty!” He grins widely. “Rape you talking?” “No! I never force nobody.” After sex, we talked drugs and politricks. We agreed that politrickians are never to be trusted, that the whole thing’s a foolish waste of time/ game, and the white lady is dangerous. He didn’t know ganja came from India but he knows which house on the dam peddles the coke. “Police does come steady,” he said, “but nobody ever gets hold.” “So what the police going there for then?” I query. He looked at me significantly and said, “Yuh kno di ting..” In response to my question asking his thoughts about the oil, he snorted. “Only dem in suit and tie will get benefit from the oil.” Tiger just smiled the whole time, didn’t say a word.
Class has always been an issue in the women’s movement. Crossing class divisions among women, and empowering working class women to have the pick-up-the-phone power of wealthy businessmen, remains the challenge today.
This, despite organisations such as Women Working for Social Progress (Working Women) with an explicit politics of working class women’s empowerment since the 1980s.
Media wished us all ‘Happy International Women’s Day’ on Thursday. I reflected on whether I’d prefer being wished a ‘powerful’ or ‘fearless’ IWD, instead of ‘happy’.
‘Happy’ doesn’t require acknowledging how much more people need to contribute to changes to our ecological and economic decision-making, corruption, social services, transportation options, and gang violence, which is what women really want. Happy isn’t a statement of commitment or solidarity, it’s a celebration, which is cool, but it’s apolitical, which is not.
This day was born from garment women workers’ public and unapologetic protests for…
There are some ways of wielding power that should end a political dynasty, for they are so cynical, manipulative and unethical that collective disgust should rise up with toppling momentum. The injustice experienced by 22-year-old Yugge Farrell in St. Vincent and the Grenadines is a blatent example of such advantageousness in our midst, and we should not let it occur without consequences.
Yugge was charged for using abusive language to Karen Duncan-Gonsalves, wife of Minister of Finance Camillo Gonsalves, daughter in law of Prime Minister Ralph Gonsalves, and Senior Crown Counsel in the Attorney General’s office. After Yugge pleaded not guilty, the prosecutor requested that she be sent to a psychiatric facility for evaluation. The magistrate agreed without any evidence of mental health issues presented to justify court-ordered evaluation and confinement. Indeed, if Yugge’s mental health were an issue, the charge…
Amend the Mental Health Act of St. Vincent and the Grenadines NOW
We the undersigned, condemn in the strongest possible terms, the persecution and mistreatment of Ms. Yugge Farrell by the legal, medical, and political authorities of St. Vincent and the Grenadines. We are in full solidarity with Ms. Farrell and those Vincentians who stand with her.
Ms. Farrell was arrested on January 4th, 2018 and charged with the use of abusive language to Karen Duncan- Gonsalves, the wife of Finance Minister Camillo Gonsalves and daughter-in-law of Prime Minister Ralph Gonsalves. After pleading not guilty, an application was made by the prosecutor for Ms. Farrell to be confined to the Mental Health Centre for two weeks for psychiatric evaluation, as allowed under the nation’s Mental Health Act. However, according to a statement issued by the St. Vincent and Grenadines Human Rights Association (SVG…