On May 6, 2014 the BU family discussed the ‘tearing’ up of prime agriculture land located at Lower Greys in the St. George Valley. It was a sacrilegious act to ‘plant’ concrete at that location. The decision was made under a Democratic Labour Party (DLP) government by then Minister of Housing Michael Lashley. At that time the then Barbados Labour Party (BLP) was silent.
First they came to Mount Wilton,and cut up prime agricultural land to put big houses on. I did not live anywhere near Mount Wilton so I rocked back and did nothing. Next they came to Castle Grant, and cut up prime agricultural land to put big houses on. I did not live near Castle Grant, so I sat back and did nothing. Then they came to Lower Grays, where I live, to cut up prime agricultural land to put big houses on………………………………….. Still those people who are living on top of the hill, in the tenantry, on prime residential land, overlooking the picturesque St George Valley, are lucky not to be removed, like they did the people in 40 Acres in St Thomas some years ago.
Fast forward to November 14, 2024, a decade later under a BLP government and nothing has changed, more land in the agriculture heartland of Barbados is approved for planting of concrete, this time at Constant in St. George. This time the DLP is silent.
By the way, do you recall the CLICO houses that were allowed to go derelict a few metres to the north of the land earmarked for sale?
A sign that should be offensive to any Barbadian is erected for all to see. Two signs were erected but the ‘gods’ saw it fit to blow down one. This is a call for that space to be preserved for productive purposes. There comes a time when enough is enough.
If there are two indicators Barbadians should take note of as we gear up for Independence Day celebrations:
- the crazy number of vehicles on the roads, well over 120,000
- the number of buildings both private and commercial littering our fields and hill
The look and feel of our island is being changed quickly and surely by an incompetent political class we have slaved to educate. We spend hours on the road attempting to travel a couple miles on a 21×14 island. As the late Reverend Hatch warned, our windows to the sea are all but a few. What the hell are we doing?
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