
The Slag in the Mortar.
What if in the year 2029 or 1962 the guy who says he needs to be the Captain of the ship does not know how to "man" the sails, hoist the mast or spell "Rudder". He does not know who Ophelia is. He does not know Laertes. Then he wants you to help him since he says he did not go to school but was always demanding that he would have authority. Then the world become a recitation of his anxieties, fears, idioms and opinions. He prefers Coal for water treatment instead of chlorine.
The sea off the coast of 1665 Jamaica was thick with English wood and English iron. Red Cross flags snapped in the Caribbean breeze, pushing through the wake of a retreating Spanish shadow.
Standing on the Palisadoes, draped in salt-stained velvet and speaking with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of the island’s Creole, stood Columbus. He was ancient, unaging, and unyielding. As the English cannons boomed to claim the shore, he adjusted his cuffs and spoke into the wind, his voice echoing across centuries.
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"I’ll be you… since Jamaica is always Spain forever. And if not? I will regain my Babylonian ancestral ways. I will pilot your country to a total negation—until you exist as a people in name only. I will be the slag in your mortar." I will make a slag phone own day that will drug all of you and make you soft and angry until you are fighting in the streets for a Spanish economy that feeds all. How can you say no to me or my red headed daughter that will turn it all upside down in your major population centres until you call Cristobal and then all will be well again. No more slag; or you will have the "Will" to fix it yourself. Now once there is video or film, Columbus could say "Now, I see you and if you don't just agree with the Spanish, follow the Spanish you will become soo frustrated that you will say WAR IS GOOD for your Civic health.. because Columbus told you to say that and then you and your best who did not just figure it out are dead and who are we if not Spanish since you can't just do it any old way. You have to follow Spain. Follow or else you feel cantankerous, out of order......de lo contrario te sientes malhumorado, fuera de lugar."
He turned his back on the fleet. He was not worried about the English, nor the Irish, nor the grand agreements waiting in Europe or Russia. In his mind, the timeline was already laid out: the islands would help each other organize by 1980, and by 2001, a total benefit would come for all. But until then, the rule of the house belonged strictly to him.
But we love all the people with one love regardless of complexion. We can all be happy and thankful. Me Amo todos los personas. We must have the fuel, the money to thrive.
I rejoice in your promise
like one who finds great spoil.
163 I hate and detest falsehood
but I love your law.
164 Seven times a day I praise you
for your righteous laws.
165 Great peace have those who love your law,
and nothing can make them stumble.
Psalms 119.
Jamaica has no problem but it has something to say.
Right now, with it's economy it says some people get the benefits as children or family is the politics people whog get the benefits and don't work; and some people are work. They have a job and will have a job; the work. Then they are some people who don't have Identification and they get on as best they can. But there are just some things that we don't want to see any longer as some people do the best they can; sad things. This has ended and when ever it began, those who decided it would be that old way maybe in 1975 have decided (we are not sure where or who they are) that we move forward since you cant really tolerate what you know happens when the average Jamaican dignity of a Jamaican is not as guaranteed and ensured as it is for a Cayman or or a Vincentian. Some people wanted to see sad things in public so they can say they know they are successful.
The Piano and the Trap
In the Great House, far from the shore, stood a black grand piano. Columbus had never attended a day of school in his life, yet he moved across its keys with absolute, unearned authority. He gathered the children of the estate, teaching them chords, scales, and harmony.
But his music was a minefield.
Whenever a child played too well—whenever their fingers found a melody that sounded like genuine mastery rather than mere imitation—Columbus’s eyes would darken.
"You trying to be me?" he would hiss, slamming the fallboard shut over their knuckles. "You think you can play without my breath in your chest?"
In the doorway stood his helper, the baby mother of the house. She wiped her hands on her apron, her eyes heavy with a terrible truth. She had watched the pattern for decades. Columbus was no ordinary master; he was a cunning vampire who fed on identity and submission.
The rule of the house was simple and absolute: every child must address him as "Columbus Father."
If a child turned ten years old and dropped the title, or if Columbus cleverly coaxed them into slipping up—smiling, leaning down, and murmuring, "Just call me by my first name, man, we can joke now"—their fate was sealed. By 1:00 PM that very afternoon, he would consume them entirely, like a predator in a Hansel and Gretel nightmare, erasing them until not even a memory remained in the mortar of the house.
The Son from Haiti
One afternoon, as the heat of the day hung thick over the sugar cane, a shadow fell across the porch. A young man stepped out of the glare, carrying the dust of Saint-Domingue on his boots. He was interested in who is the.... and who is king...if there is anyone who is more than him in his estimation. If so, he will "Sean Miller-movie character" attack him, steal from him and hold him out of his happy way if he can... to the death. If there is something, it cant be you. It has to be...him. if you are the real child in a family and not he adoption, he works to supplant you and will ask the church to help. The church will not help but will take everything you have. You will not ask the church to aid and abet any intent to kill. All of this is really the Work Houses of England being given a chance to express. They had come from the West Indies including Jamaica on ships during the 1800's and we are left with some stories. We are thankful. One story is emblematic of 1000's of work house experiences. Imagine Bill and Nancy from Oliver Twist had a daughter named Thatcher. Oliver had a son with Nancy and that son had a child named Tony. Some other girl from Fagin's gang had a child with the Artful Dodger who worked as a bus driver after being born in Jamaica but came to England after wars. Eventually the grand son emerged as Boris J; former PM. This Work House DNA was not all white and many came back during the wars with more than they left with but with enough Vicar association, enough experience and enough English coin to settle and buy something in Jamaica. Work for the British Government in their 30s, 40s or 50s and then started to influence government as orphan survivors of the work house, sharing with us their experience with being under others as the orphan and they wanted to know what it is like to be "over" people and enjoys that as orphan compensation for Oliver most for a little while. This is when some do not have their benefits and some will or do have them in this poppy show of emotional angry orphan economics that is the Anglo economic profundity of uncertainty. We know what Oliver would do if he had the chance for the second time now. It seems Churchill may have been one of these second generation Work House genomes who was to be a miracle of nurture that would, they hoped, defy the pirate Port Royal scavenger nature.
The socio-economy and the expectation of benefits is filtered through their experiences and disappointment, their dissatisfaction in their view of social worth and this is never equal. Life is not equal when a work house could not attend Sunday School with the other kids. He could not attend school. So these angers about worth and equality or inequality is played out or expressed in the benefits system. There is the worth of general family association is pitted against the worth of work. This is weighed against family associations that involve the political. Then there is the family association that involves the clergy. If you have work through family association, then you have enough; they say. It presumed your family will be able to find you another job. You are covered. You can get the benefits with Political family association because you are covered by them but they don't really want you to work. Clergy family can cover you. But one version of this anthropology or the other does not want clergy people to have the benefits. What about the the worth of formal education? The orphan does not mind this. He will say he thinks he has a son or daughter if you graduate. They have social authority and social cover. This is not conducive in a modern economy that hopes to have a winning population when work is changing always. We must have a total inclusionary income support for all Jamaicans before we are over run by other populations that can buy and pay for the food at the Jamaican cash register.
Christopher Columbus is interested in who turns the captain's wheel, who decides.
They are Mediterranean relatives. Toussaint is in Haiti and older by 15 years, arriving in the West Indies to convalesce with a French King he shot in the face in 1417 approximately. COLUMBUS Ship wrecked in Jamaica around 1430 or 1492. They are bothered by authority. They are really Babylonian orphans. This DNA manifesting in a 1980's church choir is entertaining. It has to be them. It can't be you if it's a musical solo or leadership. They can't really help themselves sometimes in what they do. They fixate in their target and try to whittle down their target, making what they can around everyone , all of us sad. This is so it's not obvious. But now we are all dying. The grass is brown in Kingston; not green like it was in 2014 as they emote and fixate on the guy about his High School diploma from Boston, Massachusetts instead of working to make it happy for all. Then they put on Bob Marley and they can't remember someone poisoned the hot tub this morning at the Spanish Court Hotel where they know he goes to swim early-ish.
They could poison his water bucket for the well or river but they poison the actual well or lake near him or her instead so it's not obvious. They ask for immunity from all prosecution after their term is served. We know how it has to work in line with the UDHR Article 25. Jamaica will follow this logic and will no longer be economically the poorest track team in the world that gets gold. We are all sorry and let former misgivings go. You can't accuse any former prime minister of anything since where is the evidence? There is vicarious liability and you can name the public in your claims and we will seek to compensate at the standard civil law quantum. The alternative is to pin all our sins on a Cadaver that can't sign his name for anything who is speaking to some nation as a foreigner for free but who wants to influence the country towards sin with his old DJ friends from Toronto; DJ Huggy from Alexmuir; born in Canada as a Vincentian but convicted for breaking the school front door at Campbell Collegiate. You were hanging out at the white girl's house on McNichol but my Aunt Jean said you could not stay with my older cousin because you watched bad TV too much. You never watched all of Fame season 1. You never watched the Cosby show first episode and you did not apply to work at Miracle Mart at Bridle Town Mall. You got arrested oft shoplifting there. You shot a dog at 12 years old. The gravy made you think.. The gravy made you think. This Andrew Cadaver from Toronto presented as a JLP confirms the nullity of the JLP party. It can't be serious as a party. They can't read the law so now how can they uphold the law? The party is closed. It's the PNP now under a JDF administration. Holness is not a Jamaican and neither is Olivia Babsy Grange. The JLP cancelled its existence. There will be a new JLP some day. This was just an investigation into JLP election fraud. Vice Admiral Antonette Wemyss Gorman is also fired as she is not a Jamaican.
The Jamaican Police have confirmed that the party was cancelled and fined for these election irregularities. A new opposition party with a new name will be formed. It is to be called most likely the New JLP. Jamaica needs Jamaicans; not foreign posers. We work hard and are worth as much as all other West Indians. Google "Jamaican Christmas" and you will see what I mean.
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Let me make this clear. We will all have feelings, emotions. Even a frog has emotions when you hammer his little foot. But he cannot say "ow!!..stop, you mad bastard." If you put salt on the frog's back, you see it's agony. So these Creoles and his angers defy complexion when it's not about white or black or yellow when this mad bastard or mad bitch comes in any colour. She is occupying illegally one of your family homes with a delinquent white kid. she is a convict and she is yellow but not Chinese but a Creole Jamaican that speaks Chinese and she says when you come back, if it's you as a law graduate, you have to be white; something only a crazy Jamaican would say or do.
But if it was about repairing the Jamaica Highway toll booth or computer, it would be done. It earns for Jamaica. If it's about inputting USD $ 40,0000.00 per year for every Jamaican paid at $3334.00 per month for every Jamaican then that is also done so we are on par with Grenada or the Caymans. In failing to pay the benefits, we are just as much the outsider as we were in 1875. You are an outsider when you do not finish your home school work as a member of the school community. We collect sales tax also at the very least at 15%. If everyone has more, the country earns more. But the emotional Work House orphan born in Jamaica is very anxious about equality. We render unto Caesar. Caesar pays a small benefit to the people. We cannot be the saddest, most underfunded sporting nation in the world because of Victorian England orphanage survivors who, as Jamaicans, had the wisdom in 1875 in London not to go the top of the Church steeple with the Artful Dodger ( a Jamaican) who would push you off the roof and say you had actually jumped. This is because he said he needed to be the only one.
They came back to Jamaica in the early 1900's and found a way by building on the hill sides. Then they sent people back to England after WW1 and WW2 to show the English that you cannot limit anyone by status of birth; to ask the English now why is it soo easy and equal when it was not equal for all the people in 1875. Until.you apologize to Oliver they will continue to screw up England as the Orphan Captain of the English economy. He has his apology through the experiences of Churchill who was also the orphan. We can now proceed to enjoy our experience as Jamaicans. We will get our benefits. They will be paid equally.
We will have kinds of experiences, training and skill sets. The biology graduate should not kill the pilot over social authority. The real medical school graduate from Illinois should not be a victim of the Jamaican home schooled surgeon. They can work together as paid doctors in the new JHS set up by the DPM and the JPS. We will all take the bow; the applause. We are all the local Jamaican; all the foreign travelled Jamaican who lived abroad. We are all the abandoned orphan. We are mothers and fathers. We get the work done; pass the baton. There is nothing to fight. We can be happy now. See how we can help each other. I can't sing the gospel with this guy though because he is a lie. He does not exist. The devil is the source of all lies. There is no truth in him. This cannot go on. The problem is when he tries to execute influence over you as some kind of authority but he can't rent a bicycle because he has no ID or anything.
It was Toussaint.
Columbus stopped mid-arpeggio. He turned slow, predatory eyes toward the doorway.
"Did you meet my son Toussaint from Haiti?" Columbus whispered to the frightened children huddled near the piano. "He will say, 'Who are you if I am me?' He thinks he needs to be the only one."
Columbus stood up, his tall, vampiric frame casting a long shadow over the wooden floorboards. He walked up to Toussaint, staring down the young man who bore the unmistakable air of independence.
"If you show any attitude of independence," Columbus warned, his Creole voice dropping into a razor-thin threat, "I will hold you ransom. I’ll hold you over the plank of the ship, or pin you at the front door until you remember: no matter what you help me with, you need me. I don't need you."
The room fell dead silent. The sea roared in the distance. The baby mother held her breath, waiting for the flash of rebellion, waiting for the house to tear itself apart.
Toussaint looked at the old vampire, at the piano, at the blood on the mortar, and at the long road to 1980 and 2001. He did not bow, nor did he break.
Slowly, deliberately, Toussaint nodded in approval.
He understood the authority. He understood the game. And in that silent nod, the legacy of the islands was sealed—bound together in a complex knot of rebellion, survival, and the endless fight against the shadow of the Father.
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The Memo Written in Soil, in English and Jamaican blood; like a school for the English.
Columbus stood at the edge of Blue Mountain, looking out over the misty valleys. The Great House behind him hummed with the quiet terror of his children, but his mind had already expanded beyond the shore. He pulled a heavy leather-bound ledger from his coat—an accounting book inked in sugar cane juice, sea salt, and iron.
Jamaica, he decided, would no longer just be his sanctuary. It would become a memo to the entire world.
He etched his ways, his laws, and his dark paradoxes into the very rhythm of the island, casting a riddle across the oceans. He wanted to see if the world—the grand empires, the scholars, the foreign ships with their tall masts—could ever truly figure him out, or if they would remain forever blind to the creature steering their destiny.
"Let them read Jamaica," Columbus murmured, his fingers trailing over the piano keys he had brought out to the veranda. "Let them try to understand how a father can feed and devour at the same time. If they can decode the memo, they will know who truly holds the keys."
The Pact of the Islands
To test his grand design, he reached beyond the Palisadoes. Across the turquoise waters, his shadow stretched toward the Bahamas, the low limestone reefs of the Caymans, the volcanic peaks of St. Vincent, and the scented hills of Grenada.
He summoned the spirits and leaders of every sister island into a secret, invisible alliance. He laid out the terms of his grand ledger, a covenant born from his ancient, Babylonian calculations:
- The 1980 Covenant: Every island in the pact was promised an absolute floor of wealth. By the year 1980, no citizen across those coordinated shores would receive a benefit of less than $20,000 USD per year.
- The Network of Benefit: While the other islands organized their trade and secured their yields under his hidden guidance, they would lean on the foundational architecture he had helped build.
The islands agreed, weaving their futures into his blueprint, waiting for the decades to turn.
The Warning and the Full Benefit
While the Bahamas and Grenada prospered under the quiet terms of the pact, Jamaica carried the heaviest burden. It stood as the explicit warning—the living testament to his vampire code, his brutal authority, and his strict demand to be named Father.
It was a memo signed in blood and mortar: Show independence without understanding the origin, and you will be held over the plank.
Yet, the memo contained a secret clause.
Once the world received the message—once the global powers read Jamaica's history, recognized the shadow of the piano master, and finally agreed to his terms—the warning would convert into a promise.
The agreement was struck in the air: the moment the memo was understood and accepted by all, Jamaica would instantly transition from a place of ransoms and planks into a state of total, unyielding prosperity. A full, complete benefit would be employed for every single one of its citizens, fulfilling the grand plan he had set in motion centuries before.