Jack deserves more respect-Letter to the Editor
Saturday, July 5 2008 (Newsday)
THE EDITOR: I was in for a pleasant surprise recently while listening to a BBC radio programme on the civil unrest in Africa. According to the analysis, the countries in turmoil say, Zimbabwe, Somalia and Kenya seem unable to resolve their internecine disputes. The reason being, their self-inflicted tribal wounds are too deep to heal.
Now, the closest rival to this insanity I can think of is India during the mid-19th century when every Monday morning the rajahs and the nawabs were ready to chop off each other heads over two farm animals – the sacred and the unclean.
What saved their devout necks was Britain who had been quietly erecting military outposts along the Malabar Coast to protect their silver reserves for the day’s haggling of silk, spice, tea and opium.
And as no one dared attack these coastal trading states, Pondicherry saw the wisdom in offering their finest ivory to the British.
Next to follow was Mysore with their cumin; then Jaipur with their basmati, until Union Jacks and garrisons were all over the place with Clive placating the insurgents, Hastings negotiating the accords and Lord Canning conducting the road show as viceroy of India. That, in a nutshell was how the blood baths and the jihads came to an end – which then raised the question about Africa.
“Why not invite a cadre of respected blacks from outside to help broker some sort of détente? They are the only ones detached enough to be trusted,” commented one panelist.
“Well, can you give us some formidable names from the Diaspora,” the BBC moderator asked, “who can command a ceasefire?”
Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice were among the first high-powered negotiators short-listed but the five names that ended up at the top of the heap were – civil rights activist Jesse Jackson, Nobel laureate Toni Morrison, social activist Harry Belafonte, poet/playwright Maya Angelou, and Jack Warner, FIFA vice-president.
Immediately the thought, “A prophet is never honoured in his own country,” flashed through my mind.
For while Jack is being revered by the international community, back home, we Trinis have one mission – to drag him through the mud and down into the sewer with us. Poor Jack. I could just hear him muttering, “Almighty F-f-father, all I’m asking is – please try and keep your Son far away from these p-p-people!”
JEROME AUDAIN