We cull harmless animals, why not detrital Blacks as well?

The late Dr. Martin Luther King stressed that the character of Blacks was more important that their skin colour. Others living share his dream; I’m one of them!

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 17^th 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 n****r 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 n****r 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