We must begin to know our social critics, prophets and ‘Brutuses’
Passive retreat from racial and social assault into hope and humane expectations from the other will not redeem any targeted group.

Only resistance through knowledge first, and self-determination will forge the paths towards liberation from the chains of others who have perfected deception over centuries and have long-buried any qualms about stealing your soul if your lack of self-esteem permits. Know them from within and without. Elections 2020 (still in process) have been a case study of not merely an election but an international conspiracy to bury a people- ‘us’- into a chasm.

It is a chasm of accepting a calculated imposed mood of inferiority, surrendering to an invasive interpretation of the how, and if, and what ‘right’ to our geographic and organic inheritance we should be comfortable with, by intimidating and mesmerising our senses as to whom we should turn to for guidance and who holds the enlightened spark to morality and its authoritative wisdom.

Thus the right to dictate what we should have and have not, despite what we by profound experience ‘know and have witnessed’. But the posture is old, the methods are new, but from Columbus, the Atlantic Slave Trade, two World Wars, and a cold war, with some, the thinking has not changed. And the enemy within has always remained the most treacherous and self-destructive factor.

The patriots of our small and young Republic must now look within the proverbial crystal ball of our national identity and explore the more malignant ailments of our collective inheritance at work against us. That collective inheritance I’m talking about is the thinking of the ‘Fixed Colonial’ the ‘Indentured complexes’ and the ‘Accredited criminal structured class’. The latter is even more complex in understanding, as the posture of these people may have been perfected to appear national and patriotic, able to get appointed to this and that on public postulations but will easily betray every principle expected in the pursuit of the three vices of “Me, Myself and I”.

I was given two sets of legal documents years ago by two legal luminaries who thought that the topics and direction of my public narratives needed a deeper understanding of the society I live in, so as to protect myself. They also warned me not to be a fan of too many public eating and drinking gatherings. I will present the plight of a citizen named Eddie (injured) from Mackenburg who worked for the Foreign-Durban Street Nut-Butter people in the interior.

This was Eddie’s quest for his rights. This is the narrative he was told beginning with the – Industrial Relations Creature-01 “Me and NIS. are personal friends, Nut-Butter won’t budge cause I pay the cheque”. Next, to the HR Creature- “Do you know her? She works at the Court’s Registry. Nut-Butter won’t pay. Do you know why me and Nut-Butter direct and dictate the court? ”

Next; poor Eddie went to the Labour Minister this creature told him as follows- “What do you want from Nut-Butter? As long as I’m in this office, I am not going to let you embarrass Nut-Butter or NIS.”

Union Creature -1 “ If you make trouble for me and the Union, you will see what I will do to you”
Union Human-2 “ I have investigated your matter and the retrenchment letter you got. You were not off the job for six months. But you can’t fight Nut-Butter. And you can’t win them. They are going to pay their way.”

Union Creature-3 “I will see to it that you never embarrass Nut-Butter nor NIS. Boy, you are playing with your well-being. You must remember, they are my friends, and they have me there [the Presidency].

Finally, I do hope from this factual narrative [(adjusted to remove actual personalities) you understand the nature of what I described as the ‘Accredited criminal structured class’ which is a phenomenon in every society, but we Guyanese have a tendency to either be in denial or extrapolate our own deficiencies. There are people whose traits should not inspire you. The next group are the Colonials. I confronted elements of that group as a young writer/artist owing Stabroek News advertising money I had invested and lost.

I proposed local illustrated work, the equivalent of my overseas counterpart. Mrs De Caries is a frank individual who taught me much, she was the manager at that time. She responded, “Barry it’s not the quality of your work, the Board of this Newspaper will not allow that Creole Black people imagery in this newspaper”- a few names were mentioned. One of those names had later penned a ‘conscience call’ for the Guyana Government to invite Syrians suffering to Assad’s assault to be given sanctuary here.

Milton Bruce, my colleague and former Advertising manager at Chronicle addressed that conscience call, referring to the earthquake that had devastated Haiti, which had attracted no conscience call, even when land was offered by Afro-Guyanese it was ignored. The conscience call was a facade, saturated by the racism of the ‘Colonial Jumbie’ but conveyed to win your noble Christian sympathies.

I cannot but sympathise with my friends Tacoma Ogunseye and Mark Benschop on their crusade to save Frederick (Freddie) Kissoon’s soul. Freddie, to his credit, on his disappointment with the PPP, has provided us with an inner perspective of the nature of that political cult, that sank into deeper chasms of racial callousness and vindictiveness that our imagination could not have further conceptualised, even against what we already knew. But Freddie is at war with himself.

In 2015, my revolutionary friend from Durban Street called hysterically, and emailed me a piece Freddie had written “I lived in white man’s country. The non-white record is awful” July, 19, 2015, here is where the ‘Indentured complexes’ come into focus, politicians do not perceive actions through the streams of culture, but by Freddie’s phenotype he’s possibly descended from groups of people who had suffered in India for some two thousand years to the prejudices of the caste system.

There or over here, we all know of the preferences and prejudiced fictions that still exist in more than just the provincial Indo cultural sphere of Guyana, but among many in politics and business, Rahul Bhattacharya’s book ‘The sly company of people who care’ is also a good incite to that range of complexes. How else can it be described, that a political scientist, schooled in the writings of Noam Chomsky, who should have digested the Memoires of Larry Devlin-Chief of Station Congo- who would also know that all who were responsible for the peace movement in Jamaica that included Bob Marley ended up murdered for their lofty vision?

The contents of Freddie’s article in 2015 were a technical disappointment of self, of people he saw as evil, who had treated him in the most degrading way, yet he still identified with. Or either, Freddie could not divorce the weight of current economics to be grounded against that which is glaring and inescapable.

I can empathise with that, but not agree, or instead, he has sunk as a tool, rather than evolve, absorbed into the servitude of the contemptuous caste Gods, compelled by race before conscience, and from his writings before he understands well, the unforgiving rituals of ideological racism.