COLIN PATRICK ROSS (1954-1981)

COLIN PATRICK ROSS

COLIN PATRICK ROSS (1954-1981) - HE AIN'T HEAVY HE'S MY BROTHER BY ONE WHO KNEW HIM PERHAPS BEST – Allick Sancho.
Saturday, February 13, 2010 marks the fifty-sixth anniversary of the birthing of Colin. However, he would be alive for only twenty -seven years and seven months.
I am sure, when my eyes were opened; I recognized Mariette, Compton, Cheryl, and Colin are also my immediate relatives. I must have known, at first sight, Colin would be the one closest early companion. I recognized early in life Colin was far more balanced a person than I would ever be. I depended upon his rationale thoughts to balance my emotional processing. I simply loved bonding with Colin more than I did with every other being with exception of my mother. I am not at all sure; perhaps, I was the negative influence in his early life. He and I were as different as we were similar.

BIRTH
It’s my understanding Colin and I were birthed on the same bed, in the same room some twenty-two months apart. Colin and I shared that bed and room for the better portion of ten years. The process of the birthing of Colin Ross began in the spring of 1953. Colin Patrick Ross was birthed on February 13, 1954 at the residence of the Sancho-Ross family located at Alexander Street between Main Street and the Strand, also referred to as Water Street in Smythtown, in the town of New Amsterdam, in the county of Berbice, in the colony of British Guiana. He is the fourth son and the sixth child of the union.

BOYHOOD
The major portions of the first twelve years of his life he dwelt in New Amsterdam. Colin was special to a number of his immediate relatives of both of his parents. Thus, during this period, Colin Ross, frequented the residences of his relatives at Hopetown, West Coast Berbice, Charlotte and Regent Streets in Georgetown, and the Golden Grove-Nabaclis Village District and other communities on the East Coast of Demerara. I cannot name one relative of ours who preferred to distance themselves from Colin. As you can well imagine the older females seemed to dot upon him. There was Cousin Dove Williams, Cousin Gwendolyn Valentine, Cousin Sheila Sharper, and Cousin Olga Sancho amongst others and even the neighbours including Estelle Johdan, all seemed to go gaga over his presence.
Colin and I were pupils at a kindergarten school located a few blocks from Alexander Street. I do not remember the name of the kindergarten school. The name M's Frank comes to my memory. I am not sure that's accurate. However, he was educated at Blairmont Government School, Scarder Preparatory School, Cumberland Methodist School, Golden Grove High School, Golden Grove Government Secondary School, and New Amsterdam Technical Institute. I firmly believe Colin was also educated at Hopetown.
The brothers, Winston Sullivan and William Sullivan were our best friends. We loved their grandmother. She was known to us as Mother Hunter. The sisters, Lanna Reis and Gaynelle Reis (Reece) were our earliest girl friends. They also resided at Alexander streets. Their grandfather was a dentist. He rented my mother’s house nearest to the tenement yard. Colin looked forward to his father returning home for the weekends. I dreaded such occurrences as much as the darkness of nights. He also much to my chagrin would be only too anxious to bond with Blanche Ross and to trek with her to Hopetown. I am sure I confronted him on numerous occasions informing him such were tantamount to abandonment. I still remember complaining to Muriel and asking her to put a stop to such actions to no avail. We both looked forward to bonding with Mariette, Compton and Cheryl. I cannot speak on his thoughts concerning the first two sons of Muriel Sancho.

YOUTH
He was an excellent soccer player. He played defending positions. He possessed the ability to grasp foreign languages. He was very pleasant and easy going. He seemed to me a magnet attracting the attention of pretty females. Being in the company of Colin meant the likelihood I would encounter and be conversant with some rather attractive female. One of the most regrettable events in our relationship occurred at our family residence at Nabaclis. The fussing and fighting ended, after I inflicted a bloody wound upon him. That was the aftermath of an encounter with a female from Beterverwagting. Muriel Sancho and Cousin Phyllis Kendall were furious. We were soundly chastised. I caught the blunt of their fury and ridicule. It was basically books before, beyond and over girls.
I am positive; Colin counted Colin Trim, Fitz St. Kitts, and Stanford Solomon amongst his friends at Golden Grove High School, and Golden Grove Government Secondary School. I Know I Visited the Solomon Residence at Golden Grove with him on quite a few occasions as he chatted with Stanford Solomon. I preferred Zorro Solomon. His characteristics were much closer to the folk’s I hung out with over the line at Golden Grove Colin was also particularly fond of Michael "Backlegg" Sancho, Winston "Tallman" Matthews, Sydney Valentine and Colin Sancho. He did not care for George Hinds. I am certain that was due to the fact George Hinds’ attempt at discipline was considered abusive and unwarranted. That act never sat well with Colin and George Eleazar Ross, his father. While a pupil at Golden Grove High School victimized by a teacher surnamed Lawrence. He hailed from Victoria Village. He is likely a relative of ours.
I also recall an event which had a profound effect upon my make-up and thought process. Shortly before the Georgetown to Rosignol train service was terminated by Burnham and his illegal PNC regime, Colin boarded an early morning train on his way to Golden Grove Government Secondary School. However, he fell asleep. George Eleazar Ross, realized his son was absent from his residence located at E1/2 115 Regent Street, Lacytown, Georgetown. Thus, the very next day George Eleazar Ross made his way to my mother's residence at Nabaclis. I heard him demanding of my mother to hand over his son to him. He left in a fit of rage. It was obvious to me he expressed that my mother had kidnapped his son. I listened to the entire exchange. I heard MS repeatedly telling him I wanted to share at least a few minutes with him. Low and behold the man simply completely ignored my mother and I. It was at that moment I realized that man did not really consider me his off spring. Clearly, he had separated himself from my mother and I. I watched him walk away out of our lives. I would be dishonest if I did not state I was very disappointed and annoyed. I regretted possessing his DNA. I began to deny its presence in my physical. When I saw Colin at school, the next school day he told me he had fallen asleep and later made his way to Blanche's residence at Hopetown. He suggested I should go visit George Eleazar Ross, in Georgetown. I simply refused to listen and/or to comply with such expression.
After Colin completed the series of academic requirements at Golden Grove Government Secondary School; He enlisted in the Guyana Youth Corps. He was sent to Tumatumari, on the Potaro River, in the region of the Pakaraima Mountains, in the county of Essequebo. There he would bond with Reynolds. In March 1974, Reynolds would become my most trustworthy squaddie in the Guyana Defence Force.

MATURITY
Colin would join the Guyana Police Force in 1972. His enlisted number is 8832. It appears Muriel Sancho was so concerned and committed to the welfare of her son that she visited Carl Austin, then the Commissioner of the Guyana Police Force. I am not certain where this meeting transpired. It was likely either at the Austin residence at Paradise, on the East Coast of Demerara or at his office at Police Compound at Eve Leary, in Georgetown. I recall Muriel and I visiting Carl Austin’s residence on at least two occasions. Carl Austin reassured his teacher he would place her son in responsible hands. Carl Austin promptly turned the responsibility of training and nurturing Colin over to Joseph Patterson. It must be noted Carl Austin was cognizant Joseph Patterson and Colin were very closely related persons. They are third cousins.
Colin had a trait which suggested to him he must hold on to his relatives. It was sort of protective. I recall Colin walking between Cheryl and I and holding onto our hands as we left our mother's residence at Nabaclis. It was strange to me because I was approaching 24 years of age. I was no longer a child. I was as matured as I probably will ever be. Had I known the inevitable was just around the corner I would have held onto my brother instead of pulling away and walking either across from or behind my siblings. Life affords us no do-overs.

MARRIAGE
I cannot say what sort of a husband Colin was. I am aware at the time of his transition he and his wife was dwelling apart from each other. In 1975 Colin and Agnes Smith from Cumberland Village in the Canje River Basin were married at the General Post Office Building in Georgetown. I signed my dreaded government name as a witness to that event. The reception was held in Kitty Village on the East Coast of Demerara. The union reproduced two delightful young females, Mariette Ross and Anastasia Ross.
In 1975 before he was, married Colin was shot in the arm by another police man. The shooting was ruled accidental. However, if you understood my trend of thinking, I believed the shooting was a deliberate act. I did not think it was politically motivated. Such a sentiment was also expressed, repeatedly by our parents.
Colin like most uniformed personnel loved the taste of alcohol. He was also an excellent cook. He loved to curry the flesh of animals, such as chickens, ducks, and a number of the exotic creatures, such as turtles, tortoises, labba, iguana, anteaters, and others found in Guyana. I suppose he developed such a fancy while a member of the Guyana youth’s corps. He also loved partying. I cannot recall whether he was considered a dancer. I guess he was much better than I was at dancing in public. Guyanese folk songs, jazz, rhythm and blues, calypso and reggae were foremost amongst his musical tastes. I can assure you, during the late 1970s, the Peter Tosh composition, “Downpressor Man” was one of his favorite Tunes.
Colin seemed to be always capable of forgiving those who violated him. I simply distance myself from those whom I am confident willfully and blatantly violated me. I was not shocked when Cedric Hudson of Nabaclis village told me Colin warned him and told him to leave New Amsterdam immediately but never arrested him.
The last time I saw my brother alive in the town of our birth, I refused to accept the collaborated statements he and Colin Sancho stated as factual. I thought for some reason known to them. Colin Ross has pummeled Colin Sancho. I was flabbergasted. Colin Sancho told me the refrigerator fell upon him, thus his injuries. I became enraged at both of them. What kind of a fool did they think I am? I could not find any rationale to believe them. I simply had to accept their explanation.
Colin collected rent for the dwellings Muriel Sancho owned at Alexander Street, in New Amsterdam. However, he refused to utilize his mother’s money to finance his examinations - and other personal requirements. I simply would have sent Muriel the proof of transactions and expenses. He was learning welding at NATI. I accompanied him on several occasions to classes at the institution. He encouraged me to enroll. However, fearing damaging my sight, I refused.

DEATH
The death of Colin was one of the most numbing and bitter events. I have experienced in this sojourn. I was aware, that the deaths of my maternal relatives are much too distasteful for me to stomach. There was always the sense of regrets and the question of personal mortality in the future. That inevitable event comes readily to the surface and takes its time to submerge itself again. Thus, September 1981 remains one of the toughest periods of my life I had to endure.
He died tragically from the injuries he received following an accident involving motor vehicle driven by a drunk driver. I cannot get over the sight of Muriel Sancho aging before my very eyes weighed down by grief respecting the passing of her son. She had never appeared more mortal. It was like she surrendered. It appeared her will, her resolve was snapped. I never witnessed my mother appearing so vulnerable. She had. It seemed always a picture of strength. The passing of Colin was a turning point in the lives of a number of his loved ones. I am sure of it. No clichés gives comfort - even to this day.
The funeral services were held at Central Methodist Church, Main Street, New Amsterdam. Some twenty-seven years, prior, Colin was baptized at that institution. The preacher went on and on making statements as he attempted to eulogize my brother. I could not identify most of the eulogy with that of the life of my brother. It was clear to me. He had very little knowledge of my relative. It was phony. It was fraudulent. It was disgusting. Consequently, I concluded that travesty is not for me. No fanfare, no tears, no words are required; just simply entomb my remains with that of my mother's and that will be the end of that.
There is so much more I could say respecting Colin. However, I am with these few words simply attempting to paint a portrait of him for the benefit of his relatives who by natural circumstances were not permitted to bond with him. It is also to remind those who were blessed with his presence; that it’s up to the living to tell our story ourselves and to impress upon the present generations of our people to grasp the contributions of those who came and left before us and thereby preserve such for the benefit of future generations of our people