“Fidel, Happy Birthday To You!” …
“No, I Insist: Happy Birthday To You, Mia!”
The Barbados Free Press meant to observe Fidel Castro’s birthday yesterday, but the real world got in the way of blogging.
Not to worry though. There’s no way we could have bettered the guest piece written by Val Prieto on Michelle Malkin’s blog…
Read “Harlem Residents In Support of Slavery”
…Make no bones about it: Cuba is an island of slaves. What else does one call a place where the people eat what one man feeds them; work at what one man decides that they work on; march when one man tells them to march; say what one man tells them to say and think only what one man tells them to think. What else do you call a place where the people are kept from progressing as individuals, where the people are kept away from information, where people are isolated from the rest of the world?
Cuba is just one big island plantation.
Earth Race is a biodiesel-fueled power boat designed to break the around the world record. It exists now and is not just some pipe-dream.
Linda has all the details at My Barbados Blog.
Let’s Race Too!
No problem, folks. We’ll use Sailor J’s old boat which is on the beach at Oistins for some “minor” repairs. Just a little fix up and she’ll be ready to go.
The name of this fine vessel is “Give Thanks”. Although it has a comical meaning when you look at the boat now, the name says much about those who go to sea, and Bajans in general…
photo by Shona
Somebody recently touched one of my nerves by assuming that I must be of such and such a race because of an opinion I expressed on this blog. A few weeks ago, another person wrote that I must be of some other race because of another article I wrote.
Barbados Free Press limings (which we euphamistically call “editorial meetings”) are always melo affairs until we start to talk about race. Nothing on this island will cause discussion – friendly or otherwise – like the subject of race.
None of us can get away from it because, right or wrong, the issue of race is always in the background. All we can do is to never forget our history – but never be too quick to remember it, either.
Clay Cane is a writer, musician, artist and blogger with some thoughts about race…
I remember the first time a Black person questioned my Blackness – I was in the 10th grade and this ultra, pro-Black supergirl who was obsessed with everyone’s race/ethnicity called me a “mut.” I felt betrayed that someone who was Black called me a word that I had only heard from white folks. It was a milestone in my development of a racial consciousness that Black folks can embody white supremacy beliefs. I would later go on to learn this at deeper levels when it came to gender, class and sexuality.
Toussaint use to battle with me on my “Blackness” — we would have these awful conversations with him demanding to prove my Blackness because HE didn’t consider me Black or dark enough. These comments seemed to come from HIS experiences with people of color who are light-skinned versus someone who comes from a different race back round. He would say: “When you make comments about being Black I have to stop and think ‘Oh, Clay is Black,’ because I don’t look at you as Black.” These types of comments always shocks me from Black folks because in my experiences it’s white folks who want a resume on one’s Blackness. While I did have the experience of racism from white folks, I also experienced whites who were so mad that I “just” called myself Black. Some felt enraged that I HAD NO DESIRE TO BE THEM, like some Black folks who don’t have different race parents, but have a primal desire to be THEM (whether or not they know it) – shout out to all my Hip-Hop, Eurocentric, materialistic, wearing foolish labels on your back peeps!
A worthy read, even if you don’t agree with any of it. Check out Clay Cane’s blog here.