We cull harmless animals, why not detrital Blacks as well?
By Stanley Collymore
Barbados creditably stands apart as one of just 5 countries globally, the
only other one in the Caribbean or the Americas being Cuba, that are
officially recognized by UNESCO as longstandingly having among
their population a 100% rate of universal literacy. In England
that figure is 79%, in the USA it’s 75, while in Australia
that country’s education rating score is off the radar,
very much in the doldrums and yet to come alive.
Additionally and quite proudly so for Bajans, is the absolutely
enterprising fact that Codrington College: now an integral
part of the University of the West Indies but for most
of the earlier part of its existence was principally a
religious institution tasked with the scholarly
tuition of Anglican priests, was first a
college of Durham University and
later that of London respectively.
But it was categorically and determinedly in Barbados that this
pioneering institution was auspiciously set up as well as firmly
and permanently sited. But equally important for Barbadians
and others closely connected to this Caribbean island with
a long and illustrious history of dispensing top-drawer
education at every division conceivably - education
accordingly has never been or would it possibly
ever be seen by Bajans as an irksome chore
simply to be dispelled and nothing more;
or worse still something untoward and
altogether undesirable in itself.
Consequently, throughout their interesting history Bajans
have unequivocally, joyously and welcomingly embraced
education, and in tune with these quite laudable sentiments
their cherished island has long and reliably been an exporter
of graduates over the years. Now you tell me without any
fear of contradiction how many other countries, a great
deal bigger and much better off financially, could
plausibly in their own case truthfully say that?
So sensibly and sagaciously Barbadians see education as a vital
resource that can positively inspire as well as completely fulfil their
expectant dreams; and therefore Codrington College in addition to the
plethora of grammar schools that abound on this remarkable island and
date back continuously to the earlier half of the 17th Century, are deeply
revered since they constitute respectively the oldest tertiary and secondary
educational establishments in all the Americas and of course the Caribbean.
The University of the West Indies has three main campuses, and of
these one is located at Cave Hill in Barbados on the outskirts of
the island’s historic capital Bridgetown, while the other two
are sited in Jamaica and Trinidad respectively. However,
previous to UWI achieving its independence and becoming
a fully-fledged university in its own right and doing so in the
wake of the British Caribbean territories having correspondingly
been accorded their own independence, it was a wholly integrated
but, at the same time, an autonomous college of London University.
How very ironic then and so pathetic in the extreme too that in spite of
these enormous, significantly beneficial, celebrated, and very much
ongoing educational and other scholastic developments with their
numerous successes throughout the Caribbean, the excellent people
of these stunning territories should so insultingly find themselves
pointlessly saddled with a prized moronic, black Trinidadian
jackass and self-styled poet No.1 ensconced in their midst.
A reprobate house nigger of the worst possible kind whose mind is so
psychologically damaged that he simply can’t see far less grasp what’s
staring him starkly in the face and consequently on his part has no
dignity in himself let alone, and most deplorably so for all decent Blacks,
no pride whatever in his race. So ganja or any other available drug that he
can lay his hands on becomes his raison d’être for living, and along with
that the worst subterraneous and other detrital crap that he liberally
wallows in is then preposterously passed off as Black or more
debasingly so as Caribbean Culture, when quite clearly
none of these loathsome things are remotely that!
For what this unquestionably stomach-churning junk most categorically
represents and also quite tangibly is, is a potpourri of the contents of a
patently perverted and destructive existence systematically wrought
by a totally demented brain not in the least deserving of that name.
Characteristics of which are a discordantly guttural and affected
speech pattern familiarly juxtaposed with an exaggeratedly
distorted manner of walking, all of which are laboriously
designed to entice the equally inane that this man without
a brain within his head that’s worthy of the name but
lodged instead between his legs instead is the man,
and undeniably therefore God’s gift to all women.
Well if this is purportedly Black Culture then firmly rule me out
immediately, as incontestably it doesn’t represent me, my unshakably
proud, black British heritage or categorically my own Caribbean,
and in particular Bajan pedigree. So for a first-rate Trinidadian yob
who’s probably never been anywhere near a university much less
studied at one to idiotically believe that professors only come
in monochrome, in other words with pink skins alone– can
you credit it? - doesn’t surprise me in the least you see!
So how about it BOY! Why not have a word with Professor
Dr. Hilary Beckles: Vice-Chancellor of the University of the West Indies,
who as you’ll quickly find will dismissively disabuse you of your rank
stupidity on this one, even though I’m absolutely sure you won’t be in any
hurry afterwards to let on that this is what he’s actually done. Oh, and by the
way, who like me is Black, Bajan and additionally a longstanding friend.
If that is, self-styled poet No.1, you can find the time to temporarily
come off the crack cocaine you’re on and hopefully be in a fit
enough state to lucidly make a call from Trinidad to
Bridgetown, in neighbouring Beautiful
Barbados, on the telephone.
Anyway all this is rather academic really since I constantly ask myself,
without any logical explanation in response, why on earth do anti-Black
racists or white supremacists for that matter think that they actually
need to have reactionary groups of their own like the BNP, National
Front, UKIP, the English Defence League or the Ku Klux Klan
when idiotic, servile and compliantly brainwashed Blacks
like the Trinidadian, ganja-intoxicated and self-styled
poet No.1 more than adequately, and also for free,
willingly do their dirty work for them?
A barbarous and ongoing state of affairs, which for centuries
now, ever since the brutal commencement of the heinous
Transatlantic Slave Trade (in black lives) and following its
demise would continue throughout the long and dark
periods of colonialism, segregation, Jim Crow
lynchings and apartheid, and with the latter
largely gone lives on still in present
day Xenophobia and Racism.
Thanks significantly to the vile and grovelling treachery
of house nigger Blacks who over the centuries have grown
quite accomplished at dissing their own race; a self-imposed
and committed mission it has become, and guess what for? What
else but to fawningly court and secure white Caucasian approbation!
Blame him if you want of course but fatuous poet No.1 isn’t the
only source of this and that’s an evident fact. But having said
that what really intrigues me even more is that while we
cheerfully cull inoffensive animals, misguidedly
for sure we bizarrely spare detrital Blacks.
© Stanley V. Collymore
4 March 2013
(2013)
In his historic and iconic speech the late Dr. Martin Luther King stressed that the character of a Black man, woman or child was more important than the colour of their skin. He died for his belief. Others live that unequivocally share his dream, continue to work assiduously towards that goal and will also readily sacrifice their life if necessary in pursuit of it: I’m one of them! Ironically, but not surprisingly to me, it was a black man that assassinated him! House niggers too still live on and like all scum have to be eradicated!
