green economy 101

No, I don’t want to come inside your AC room. I’m fine outside here without any walls around me, a tree at my back, the sky and clouds over head, nice breeze. Do you want a seedling? You selling them? No, they free. Ok then. She takes three for her yard. Security guard at gate- a big woman, working the usual 12hr shift for a pittance. Note to self- come back w salt bag; there’re lots of lovely cow pies on campus- i filled up my bucket with manure minutes after arriving. Speaking of shit- a bunch of economists hector me; economics is about making rational decisions, one says, dealing with finite resources, a necessary something. One of them is wearing a dark suit. He swelters in the tropical sun. He is one of the ones in charge. I laugh. Rational decision making my bamzee! She’s just throwing shit at the fan, another says dismissively. Well there’s definitely a lot of shit around here to shie, that’s for sure. I smile winningly. This time- unlike the last time I engaged in shit talking w a big man- we don’t end up in court ;). He stays outside and gyaffs with me for over an hour, after all the others have drifted back inside. What kind of academic training do I have? What work do I do? What’s my vision of the world? It’s always entertaining, the expressions on people’s faces at this point. Wage slavery, environmental justice, intersectionality- it’s like speaking a different language to some folks. He stares, says something about enigmas and puzzles. He left Guyana in 1976, didn’t come back til 2010. This trip tho, has been something else. Has made me reevaluate how I was doing everything. I couldn’t live here tho, he says. Yes, it’s not easy, I agree. But you can live in the States? That’s madness too. Silence. Of course there are those who ignore, like they’re used to, like the plague, those who walk past then turn back and snap a quick pic, those who aren’t sure what’s going on and don’t care enough to find out. Mr Griffith in his big tinted SUV, for one, being driven like Ms. Daisy. Of course I hear from the CI Guyana stalwarts- they aren’t co-sponsoring w Exxon, they just gave scholarships to students. They don’t seem to mind how things appear. Mr organizer is pleased that Exxon responded to him and is participating; he bemoans the “blackout” other agencies have given his workshop. The $250 fee is no big thing, several of them say. I get asked again to come inside and participate. I am participating, I say, in my way. Inside, they’re still talking about sustainable development and handing out plastic water bottles. When the coconut water man is right outside the gate, cutlass at the ready.. $250USD to interact w them about rational decision making and the green economy. UH HUH. I stay outside for two and a half hours, talking with whoever talks to me. I’m not anti-dialogue, and, maybe surprising to some- I can engage without ‘busing. I had cussed up a storm when I first saw the flyer for the event; my friends who saw that rant are surprised no doubt, that there were no expletives on my placard today. My initial burst of anger has given way to sadness at this point tho- some of these people are the same ones who were running behind Jagdeo and the LCDS. They’re supposed to be the big brain intellectuals but they continue to be misled, sadly, and tragically, continue to mislead others. Then GPHell blackout hits, like clockwork, and is confusion. They scramble to open the windows. We can see each other clearly now. What does it mean, your sign? Just reminders I say. Just some reminders. As you make your rational decisions and conversate/partner w evil Exxon.. #only1Earthhabitableplanet

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EVIL. PURE EVIL. CONSERVATION INTERNATIONAL GUYANA TYING BUNDLE WITH EXXON! EVIL AND MORE EVIL

WORDS ARE FAILING ME. EVIL IS RUNNING RAMPANT ON EARTH. CONSERVATION INTERNATIONAL GUYANA CO-SPONSORING WITH  EXXON. GREEN E-CON-OMY CON CON CON CON CON! ETHICS? $250USD? FUCK ALL YOU BASTARDS. MAY YOUR BRAINS ROT IN YOUR HEADS AND YOU ALL DIE EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL DEATHS.

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FUCK EXXON AND ALL THOSE WHO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM!

http://www.alternet.org/environment/exxons-climate-lie-no-corporation-has-ever-done-anything-big-or-bad

APOCALYPSE NOW GUYANA

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fanon on cognitive dissonance

 

bengali harlem

migration, assimilation, race, class, culture.. fascinating stuff

https://www.citylab.com/life/2017/08/bengali-harlem-book-history/535716/

<I think that in some ways South Asian men or Bengali Muslim men who “disappeared” into Harlem of the Lower East Side were taking advantage of the ignorance of white New Yorkers and the authorities in terms of those authorities’ ability or willingness to distinguish between different communities of color. Blending in or integrating into these communities was a necessity of survival for these men as undocumented immigrants. People in the African American community passed as South Asian in order to navigate Jim Crow, and there are records that suggest South Asian men were purchasing documents to take on Puerto Rican identities and names.>

https://www.citylab.com/life/2017/08/bengali-harlem-book-history/535716/

happy birthday bibi

Things my mother has done that I’ll never do- rock a miniskirt, get married, have children, make roti, go to Mecca. We are oil and water- mutually incomprehensible to each other. Where you get all that passion from? she asked throughout my childhood, looking at me in bewilderment. Tears are her default; rage mine. I never wanted to be like her; for a long time I patterned myself in deliberate opposition. But there is no escaping or denying your mother. At age forty, I have finally accepted this fact. Now I try to call her before she calls me. Now I try to remember to count from one to ten before deploying the verbal missiles. Now I try for a 50-50 mix of compliments and critique. I don’t always succeed; she will always push my buttons in ways no one else ever could. But the wounds we inflict on each other are fewer and shallower as the years go by and for that I am glad and grateful. We have a long way still to go though and I hope we get the time. Happy 66th Birthday, Bibi!

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List of Guyana companies qualified to provide services to Exxon Mobil — mark jacobs lives!

. . . To pacify the local black gold dreamers Exxon Mobil ran an add and I immediately fell out laughing. Whitey yuh too too cruel. ExxonMobil is seeking contractors for support services for helicopter operations, maintenance and ground services. Also being sought are support services for platform supply vessels, multi-purpose intervention vessel and tanker […]

via List of Guyana companies qualified to provide services to Exxon Mobil — mark jacobs lives!

grow more

how many can you identify? how many do you have growing by you? this is some of what’s growing in the backyard of the one ‘family property’ remaining in Lusignan.. blessed by the ancestors even tho most of their descendants have long beat out for better pastures- i mean bright lights n big cities.. me- i happy to be mobilizing downward, into the ground.

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