Submitted by Hamilton Hill
A few years ago while on a jaunt to Atlantic City we saw an attractive billboard advertising none other than the fabulous Drifters. For my wife and I this represented the chance of a lifetime. Our very first dance was to one of their tunes. We had just walked together not under but on the Boardwalk. Yes there was indeed Sand In My Shoes, and with a chance to relive those sweet days of yesteryear who could resist This Magic Moment? We bought our tickets and snuggled up for our stroll down memory lane. We heard our songs but they didn’t sound the same. There was no Ben E. King. There was no Bill Pinkney, no Johnny Moore, no Rudy Lewis. This group was still The Drifters. A similar predicament today confronts certain parts of the constituency of St. Michael South Central.
Since the inception of single member government blind faith and abiding loyalty to the Democratic Labour Party is all that was known by “The Faithful Few From Quakers.” That was the name given us by the late J M G M Tom Adams. For all that has happened….or better put not happened, I ask the question upon what exactly is today’s blind faith hinged? How do you not see that except for the name you have caught a different, very different kettle of fish? They say that there is none so blind as he who will not see. Does that include he who was bought? For the record let me make it clear that neither Richard Sealy nor David Gill is deserving of another chance, for they both have failed the people in the most miserable of ways. One sharp shower and every side street off Quakers road offers its trapped residents reminiscence of the gushing tides that stole Chuck Berry and Wallace Blackman all the way back in 1970.
Nothing has changed since 1989. That said let me get back to this bunch that promised care, concern and compassion….today’s DLP. Whether your name is Adam or Eve, Toby or Steve, you are 100% certain that many more than three thousand persons are about to be made redundant. Yet there was this Jack ass football tournament, an attempt to sanitize the findings of the CLICO investigation, as if bajans doan know a thief when we see one. A cabinet that is larger than the elected members on the government bench, and a set of constituency councils that stretch government’s expenditure even greater than the very objectionable stipends Owen Arthur paid on a monthly basis to the likes of Phillip Goddard, Angela Walcott, Keisha Ward and the like. Just how is that reconciled? He who short changed every diabetic in Barbados now seeks to tell us why in these most difficult of times Ministers should not give up their perks. Question for Quakers. Does that sound like a Dr. Caddle, a Reynold Weeks or a Dipper Barrow to any of you? Different kettle of fish my friends, and surely you have not forgotten where in relation to fish the rot starts.
Let me now direct these last few remarks to the “Sealy Foot Soldier who seems to think that criticism of the sorry excuse that passes for representation in south central is blasphemous. My dear Sir when Dr.Carlos Chase tells this country that the QEH is lacking in medication, only to be rebutted by a ministerial statement that says that this government is not aware of such, and right in your backyard a poor man who would have given his all to this land is forced to find ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS out of pocket every time he gets chemotherapy and you, having permitted yourself to be the conduit feeding Sealy’s charade in South Central pretend not to know, I make bold the claim of a stifled conscience. I put it to you sir, oh divine ruler who holds carte blanche over my beloved Quakers Road that Clo the small business woman who sold chicken legs, is now replaced by Cleo the prostitute who opens her legs, and that represents change in my village. Truth will never be denied and surely the modus operandi is as clear as day. South Central Elected Larry Mayers. The general council Selected Richard Sealy. His conduit was hand picked by him, but in terms of commitment and contribution to community much is left to be desired. What we have is the end of the bowel contesting against the bladder,waste matter clogging everywhere. Right in the middle of it all is our very own version of Henderson Bovell.
Ya really should be shame doa!