Shoaib Akhtar was a man among boys. He was rather fortunate by virtue of his date of birth. He did not have the opportunity to come up against the really great West Indian test match batsmen. He did not hurl the ball at demon speed to Fredericks, Kanhai, Kallicharran, Butcher, Lloyd, Weeks, Walcott, Worrell, Hunte, Gary Sobers, Seymour Nurse, George Headley, Lawrence Rowe Collie Smith and Viv Richards and others of similar abilities and talent. I have never seen great West Indian batsmen so completely victimized by ineptitude, and lying on the pitching and writhing in pain as Brian Lara from a delivery by Shoaib Akhtar.
I think the batsmen of the last thirty-three years are all softies. They are all prima donnas. This era of the one bouncer per over and helmets and other protective equipment have not reproduced one cricketer of real merit, of comparison to those of 1948 - 1977. I believe the greatest cricketers all appeared between 1948 and 1977 on the international arena. They are too many steps below the ability and the talent of the players, 1948-1977. I subscribe most test match teams, in that era had three, four and occasionally more top class match winning bowlers. In the 1950s England had Jim Laker, Tony Lock, Fred Truman, Alec Bedser, and Statham. They are as fine a five some that has ever appeared in a test side. In the period 1975-1976, Australia had a bowling attack comprising of Dennis Lillee, Jeff Thomson, Max Walker, Gary Gilmour and Ashley Mallett. In the 1970s, India had four outstanding world class spinners; Prasanna, Bedi, Venkataraghavan, and Chandrasekhar. West Indies briefly, 1960-1966, had Hall, Griffith, Sobers and Gibbs bowling near the top of their game at the same period. There is obviously no doubt about that fact in my thought process.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Love and hate could never be friends
“Love and hate could never be friends”...Dennis Emanuel Brown (1956-1999)
Live up Sancho children
Peace and Blessings!
It’s Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s prerogative to print whatever he feels like so doing. He is a grown man. He must be prepared to deal with the consequences of his actions.
The published reports found in the Daily Chronicle 1881-1897 revealed the names of some thirty unknown persons surnamed Sancho. A number of them hailed from the communities of Golden Grove, Nabaclis, Victoria, Friendship and Buxton and elsewhere on the East Coast of Demerara, Corentyne and Canje. I have a primary Sancho Family Tree showing 1383 names. I also have several showing as many as 250 names. I do not have those thirty persons listed upon any family tree. I believe our kinship is likely to show some five thousand souls. That figure was thrown out at me by Cousin Phyllis Kendall
I was initially excited. I was about to offer a few words of congratulations, after reading a note from Kenneth Joyce Robertson. I wanted to watch Spike Lee’s movie, Jungle Fever. Therefore I concluded I will read the preview later. However, several nagging images entered my thought process in rapid successions. There were images of deceased members of the kinship of Sancho. I am positive. I imagined Muriel and her siblings, Sheila Sharper, Bouya Sharper, Muriel Sancho (1912-2004), Gwendolyn Ralph and Brenda Abrams in tears. Also, bits of conversations I had with Leebert Sancho, Joe Hughes, Felix Bastiani, and Olive Fraser and the note Cicely Abrams sent to me were amongst the identifiable images.
I decided. I would view Jungle fever, at a later period. I hesitantly accessed the web site and the relevant links. I was utterly shocked. I was dismayed. Low and behold, I could not believe the text I am seeing and reading. I thought I misconstrued the word play. I read what Kenneth Joyce Robertson published respecting my recollections of indoctrination I received from my mother. I read the smearing of my mother. It is inconceivable that any man regardless of sex, and much less a member of the kinship of Sancho would allow them to think about my mother in such fashion. I can assure you. Be it fact or be it bizarrely plausible I am not with whatever their names are. I do not know what the other descendants of Muriel Sancho think about your astonishing assault upon the character of my mother. Quite frankly I do not care what they think. I long charge them with neglecting to the preservation of the accounts of her life and times. Mother always insisted I read what others write. Thereby form my own opinions. She insisted. You must always count your change. Do not be naivete. Everyone is not of your best interests regardless whether I am a teacher and Sancho. It was all about Sancho - every waking minute – that’s the reason I am all about Sancho. Mother concluded the folk’s songs ridicule every Sancho male. She disliked them immensely. She forbade me to sing them.
I would dearly love to witness a publication on the life and times of Muriel Sancho. However, I have great difficulties accessing oral sources of data - most of her colleagues are dead – and those who are alive are having great difficulty with their memory. Also I do not have the cooperation of my siblings and that fact is simply too nauseating for my stomach. There when I noticed my mother’s name I was overjoyed. Then as I read the commentary; I became perplexed. The question is why, why, Kenneth Joyce Robertson made the effort to belittle my mother’s integrity? What wrong has she done to Kenneth Joyce Robertson? I dare to conclude and state my beloved Cousin Tee Joyce would be appalled. He would repudiate such expressions.
I am taken aback at Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s tone and interferences respecting my most beloved ancestor Muriel Sancho. Why the attack upon the integrity of my mother? Why didn’t Kenneth Joyce Robertson consult with me respecting his take upon what I wrote respecting my mother’s account of her heritage? Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s wordplay is reminiscent of Thomas Anson Sancho’s butchery upon his grand father, our common ancestor, Limy Tuckness Sancho in his publication Pages of Life. T. Anson Sancho did not even have the decency to spell our common ancestor’s name correctly.
Why the attempt at denigration of my mother for posterity? Why the smear campaign? What has she done to Kenneth Joyce Robertson? It is regrettable that Sancho continues to be derogatory to another in print and/or public. It is one thing to lambaste me. It’s quite another to attempt to do so to my mother. I cannot begin to fathom why Carmen Sancho did not insist Kenneth Joyce Robertson alter such remarks concerning her aunt. I am told she read the manuscript. I do not know what I will say or do whenever if ever I met Kenneth Joyce Robertson and/or Carmen Sancho, again. I am sure. It would not be polite. How could it be? I am likely to make grand Aunt Edith Sancho sound like a church girl
I am perhaps more versed in foul language than I am with English grammar.
Now Kenneth Joyce Robertson has heaped scorn and ridicule upon my mother and me and Alexander Sancho, and Tuckness Sancho and members of generations of my mothers’ and prior ones.
I have no knowledge of Sancho folklore. I can assure you. I resided for the better portion of the first twenty-six years of my sojourn in New Amsterdam, Corentyne Coast and in the Golden Grove-Nabaclis Village District. It is obvious. The oral traditions of the kinship of Sancho are microcosms of the effects of the adverse conditions of life the survivors of the Middle Passage faced on the plantations in the Americas. It is also factual that when migrations occur, fragmentation takes place amongst the people and ultimately the oral traditions reflect this fragmentation. Let’s examine a family group - shall we? I will choose the descendants of Alexander Sancho and Rachael Campbell to display the point I am attempting to make. If you approach the majority of the grand children, they would be hard pressed to accurately name the siblings of their Sancho parent. It is understandable when they fail to mention the tenth child of this union of Sancho and Campbell. Fragmentation begins to take place amongst siblings when they marry migrate and begin to raise their own families. I can assure you. That, even the family gatherings at the residence of Aunt Elsa at Nabaclis until April 1966 could not withstand fragmentation in the oral traditions. There are great differences amongst the First-Cousins. Every sensible person would expect a generation possessing some seventy-three persons and spanning forty-four years would reflect differences in their understanding of their Sancho family history.
In the scenario of the children of Muriel Sancho, I can assure you, I can only recall hearing my elder sister seeking knowledge of her past. On the last occasion, my mother, my sister, my nephew David and I reclined in St. Hubert’s. I am quite positive my sister made notes. I heard she lost those notes in the mail to our relative in Toledo, Ohio. I am saying people ask different questions to different people regardless of their age. Therefore, siblings often exhibit difference in their understanding.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson has revealed himself. He is simply another cultural pirate. He has told me. He is not only rude but he is also ridiculous. He is a blatant and malicious liar. I state he is physically disadvantaged he has revealed a propensity of a brain malfunction. I had been warned but I must admit I was completely shocked by his verbal attack upon the integrity of my most beloved ancestor, Muriel Sancho (1914-1990). I find it even more atrocious that he has attempted to indicate my mother as a whimsical being by purporting to invoke the names of her relatives whom I regard as my mothers in his absurd take as evidence against her. If it were not, my relatives were being mentioned, I would have assumed that portion of the text was simply some sort of comic fictional take the workings of a diabolical mind.
Now please allow me to exhibit the points of contention.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson chooses of his own validation to use information which did not originate in his thought process. He did so without extending any courtesy whatsoever to the writer of the account referred to as originating from Muriel Sancho. Please remember that six of her children are still alive. But, however, only her last child researches and documents his findings. Please remember only eight years separate her oldest and youngest in USA - yet they have different takes on the lives of their parents.
I find it absurd that Kenneth Joyce Robertson in a single sentence - Our dear cousin Muriel Sancho Ross has left us with the proposition that there was three brothers Sancho, grandsons of the African "man of letters" Charles Ignatius Sancho of England - chooses to begin the sentence with a phrase suggesting endearment. Yet he continued and concluded the sentence with three absolutely false statements. I have to question how upon earth could he refer to my mother as, our dear cousin Muriel Sancho Ross and then continue to ascribe malicious lies as originating from her.
I can assure you. Muriel Sancho (1914-1990) never mentioned the name Charles Ignatius Sancho to me. I concluded she never heard that name. I also offer. It was Sydney Marious and I who began to examine the possibility that Ignatius Sancho is our ancestor. My mother was only aware of one Charles Sancho - and that’s her brother. Yet research has turned up a Charles Sancho, son of Bentick Sancho and Sarah Sancho born about 1861. I believe Bentick Sancho and Sarah Sancho also has a daughter also named Sarah Sancho. I believe “Dear Aunt” Teacher Sarah Matilda Sandy was named in the honor of her mother’s sister.
I began to seek out researchers. I was trying to locate anyone who may have knowledge of the kinship of Sancho beyond the boundaries of Guyana. I also attempted to communicate with academics in the effort to ascertain whether they have knowledge of the descendants of Ignatius Sancho. Thus, it was probably I who allowed this narrow-minded asinine being to conclude Sancho of Guyana are descendants of Ignatius Sancho. What good is a western university accrediat6ation to a Negro if he cannot distinguish an enquiry from scientific evaluation to conclude what is and/or what’s not genealogical fact?
Despite the stellar scholastic achievements of Cousin Muriel and her love for this family, her pronouncements have left us with more questions than answers. Neither her sibling, dear Aunt Inez, nor Cousin Gwen Valentine, nor our relative Ms. Riley could shed light upon, or had any knowledge of, the Ignatius Sancho fatherhood. Remember now. They are from that age group. If the above statements do not wreck both arrogance and ignorance I really do know what does and/or what gives with that imbecile Kenneth Joyce Robertson. It is my understanding. Muriel Sancho (1912-2006) said the Name Change was from Sanchez or Sankey to Sancho. The fact remains it seems there was some mention of name change in the Sancho heritage. However, my mother never mentioned such a scenario to me. Cousin Gwen is believed to state the names of the three brothers are Bentick John and Robert Christopher Sancho. Again only an irresponsible person would take the wordings of ninety years old as totally accurate. What all they did in their lives was to reminiscence on the people of Sancho and/or what they had been told? How absurd. Any way I have not found a Robert Christopher Sancho. I have turned up Robert Johnstone Sancho...I am sure there were at least two persons with such a name.
I expected facts. I expected sources of data. To be quite frank except for seeking data and/or sources of data and also information respecting the people of Samuels I would be careless about the publication. I must also admit a man must know what evil thoughts to lurk in the minds of others. Muriel Sancho was far from whimsical. I can attest to a number of things she told me; I have not found proof that Sarah Denbow is my relative. I have not found concrete proof of three Sancho brothers came from England.
Further more. Muriel Sancho’s take is echoed by Cicely Abrams, her first cousin with more beef. Our Cousin stated Lambert Tuckness Bentick Sancho came to the colony of Demerara in 1815 or 1817. He was 31 years old. He came with several sons. He married. He raised up another family. Bentick Sancho is quite possibly one of his sons. She stated that this is her recollection as told to her by Eileen Esme Sancho as told to Aunt Eileen by Tuckness Sancho, her father. She also said Tuckness wrote several articles on the history of Golden Grove.
I believe her for I noticed two letters written by Tuckness Sancho in the early 1880s. Cicely’s take gives me great hope that the five unknown members of the kinship of Sancho buried in the vault at the cemetery in Golden Grove will be one day is revealed. I hope in the not too distant future. Also many persons have stated that Sancho migrated from Golden Grove / Buxton to Canje and the Corentyne and Suriname and French Guiana. Felix Bastiani, Olive Fraser and others have the same story as told to them by their ancestors. Boatswain, and Fraser, and others have Sancho DNA
Yes it’s true many slaves had the one name; Sancho. What occurred after the abolition of slavery on August 1, 1838? Many slaves took the slave masters’ names or some other European names for their surnames. The consensus is clear the people of Sancho today have no concrete data disclosing where our ancestors came from.
Also, I am with the Sumner ancestry. I am not with the porter take. I am with a great great-grandmother Mary Sancho being a descendant of that brutal overseer Thomas Sumner. I believe Mary Sumner is the maiden name of the grandmother of Alexander Sancho. Unless I see birth certificates of her children; Mary Sancho and Lammy Tuckness Sancho stating otherwise that’s what I will use as my thesis. I need to ascertain whether there were two persons named Bentick Sancho, alive in 1861. Could it be Bentick Sancho simply had several children’s mothers?
Are there more attacks upon the people of Sancho in the publication? Heavens forbid it. I really hope not. I am sick of reading Sancho attacking Sancho in print and in the judicial system in Guyana. Perhaps Kenneth Joyce Robertson would deem it fit to reedit that publication whenever there’s a second publishing.Kenneth Joyce Robertson needs to change or remove the commentary upon my mother. It is not accurate. He knows it is false. That would likely be the end of that. I will look up the sources of data. Kenneth Joyce Robertson could have saved me the time by sending me extractsthen again. It’s Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s prerogative....
There is no doubt that I am Sancho for I possess the DNA of Muriel Sancho, of Alexander Sancho, of Limy Tuckness Sancho, of Bentick Sancho, and others before them. The question which begs to be answered does Kenneth Joyce Robertson? DNA test could solve some questions - but it does not do so absolutely...It cannot - replace the human touch - the bonding amongst people who understood them to be closely related. Now is the time of decision - time to separate the wolves from the sheep....
There it is
A MAN CALLED BENTINCK
This, indeed, is a reference to Bentinck Sancho. There are actually two Bentinck Sanchos!
The first Bentinck Sancho is at the center and focus of what can be called the Sancho Folklore. It encompasses the "known unknowns." Quintessentially, we are looking at a whole series of questions.
Then there is the second Bentinck Sancho which would deal with things that we do know. Even in this area of our endeavors, there are still loads of questions. The answers are there, except that we have not located, studied, and analyzed them yet. This body of work would be expected to be historical but factual. It will be expected to be substantiated by records - both public and/or private. For the past seven or more years of unstinting research, we have been intrigued by the "Ignatius Sancho Factor."
Our dear cousin Muriel Sancho Ross has left us with the proposition that there were three brothers Sancho, grandsons of the African "man of letters" Charles Ignatius Sancho of England. This theory is further presented as a genealogical fact, which is translated into making all the Sanchos of British Guiana, now Guyana. descendants of Ignatius Sancho through his three "grandsons," BENTINCK, Tuckness, and John.
Despite the stellar scholastic achievements of cousin Muriel and her love for this family, her pronouncements have left us with more questions than answers. Neither her sibling, dear Aunt Inez, nor cousin Gwen Valentine, nor our relative Ms. Riley could shed light upon, or had any knowledge of, the Ignatius Sancho fatherhood. Remember now, they are from that age group.
Relentless searches at the FRC (Family Records Center) m London have not produced any birth records for Bentinck. Tuckness and John. At the same time, earlier parish records have divulged birth and baptismal records for the children of Ignatius Sancho. Going even further back the record of the marriage of Charles Ignatius Sancho to his beloved Ann Osborne is available. Everything
Live up Sancho children
Peace and Blessings!
It’s Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s prerogative to print whatever he feels like so doing. He is a grown man. He must be prepared to deal with the consequences of his actions.
The published reports found in the Daily Chronicle 1881-1897 revealed the names of some thirty unknown persons surnamed Sancho. A number of them hailed from the communities of Golden Grove, Nabaclis, Victoria, Friendship and Buxton and elsewhere on the East Coast of Demerara, Corentyne and Canje. I have a primary Sancho Family Tree showing 1383 names. I also have several showing as many as 250 names. I do not have those thirty persons listed upon any family tree. I believe our kinship is likely to show some five thousand souls. That figure was thrown out at me by Cousin Phyllis Kendall
I was initially excited. I was about to offer a few words of congratulations, after reading a note from Kenneth Joyce Robertson. I wanted to watch Spike Lee’s movie, Jungle Fever. Therefore I concluded I will read the preview later. However, several nagging images entered my thought process in rapid successions. There were images of deceased members of the kinship of Sancho. I am positive. I imagined Muriel and her siblings, Sheila Sharper, Bouya Sharper, Muriel Sancho (1912-2004), Gwendolyn Ralph and Brenda Abrams in tears. Also, bits of conversations I had with Leebert Sancho, Joe Hughes, Felix Bastiani, and Olive Fraser and the note Cicely Abrams sent to me were amongst the identifiable images.
I decided. I would view Jungle fever, at a later period. I hesitantly accessed the web site and the relevant links. I was utterly shocked. I was dismayed. Low and behold, I could not believe the text I am seeing and reading. I thought I misconstrued the word play. I read what Kenneth Joyce Robertson published respecting my recollections of indoctrination I received from my mother. I read the smearing of my mother. It is inconceivable that any man regardless of sex, and much less a member of the kinship of Sancho would allow them to think about my mother in such fashion. I can assure you. Be it fact or be it bizarrely plausible I am not with whatever their names are. I do not know what the other descendants of Muriel Sancho think about your astonishing assault upon the character of my mother. Quite frankly I do not care what they think. I long charge them with neglecting to the preservation of the accounts of her life and times. Mother always insisted I read what others write. Thereby form my own opinions. She insisted. You must always count your change. Do not be naivete. Everyone is not of your best interests regardless whether I am a teacher and Sancho. It was all about Sancho - every waking minute – that’s the reason I am all about Sancho. Mother concluded the folk’s songs ridicule every Sancho male. She disliked them immensely. She forbade me to sing them.
I would dearly love to witness a publication on the life and times of Muriel Sancho. However, I have great difficulties accessing oral sources of data - most of her colleagues are dead – and those who are alive are having great difficulty with their memory. Also I do not have the cooperation of my siblings and that fact is simply too nauseating for my stomach. There when I noticed my mother’s name I was overjoyed. Then as I read the commentary; I became perplexed. The question is why, why, Kenneth Joyce Robertson made the effort to belittle my mother’s integrity? What wrong has she done to Kenneth Joyce Robertson? I dare to conclude and state my beloved Cousin Tee Joyce would be appalled. He would repudiate such expressions.
I am taken aback at Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s tone and interferences respecting my most beloved ancestor Muriel Sancho. Why the attack upon the integrity of my mother? Why didn’t Kenneth Joyce Robertson consult with me respecting his take upon what I wrote respecting my mother’s account of her heritage? Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s wordplay is reminiscent of Thomas Anson Sancho’s butchery upon his grand father, our common ancestor, Limy Tuckness Sancho in his publication Pages of Life. T. Anson Sancho did not even have the decency to spell our common ancestor’s name correctly.
Why the attempt at denigration of my mother for posterity? Why the smear campaign? What has she done to Kenneth Joyce Robertson? It is regrettable that Sancho continues to be derogatory to another in print and/or public. It is one thing to lambaste me. It’s quite another to attempt to do so to my mother. I cannot begin to fathom why Carmen Sancho did not insist Kenneth Joyce Robertson alter such remarks concerning her aunt. I am told she read the manuscript. I do not know what I will say or do whenever if ever I met Kenneth Joyce Robertson and/or Carmen Sancho, again. I am sure. It would not be polite. How could it be? I am likely to make grand Aunt Edith Sancho sound like a church girl
I am perhaps more versed in foul language than I am with English grammar.
Now Kenneth Joyce Robertson has heaped scorn and ridicule upon my mother and me and Alexander Sancho, and Tuckness Sancho and members of generations of my mothers’ and prior ones.
I have no knowledge of Sancho folklore. I can assure you. I resided for the better portion of the first twenty-six years of my sojourn in New Amsterdam, Corentyne Coast and in the Golden Grove-Nabaclis Village District. It is obvious. The oral traditions of the kinship of Sancho are microcosms of the effects of the adverse conditions of life the survivors of the Middle Passage faced on the plantations in the Americas. It is also factual that when migrations occur, fragmentation takes place amongst the people and ultimately the oral traditions reflect this fragmentation. Let’s examine a family group - shall we? I will choose the descendants of Alexander Sancho and Rachael Campbell to display the point I am attempting to make. If you approach the majority of the grand children, they would be hard pressed to accurately name the siblings of their Sancho parent. It is understandable when they fail to mention the tenth child of this union of Sancho and Campbell. Fragmentation begins to take place amongst siblings when they marry migrate and begin to raise their own families. I can assure you. That, even the family gatherings at the residence of Aunt Elsa at Nabaclis until April 1966 could not withstand fragmentation in the oral traditions. There are great differences amongst the First-Cousins. Every sensible person would expect a generation possessing some seventy-three persons and spanning forty-four years would reflect differences in their understanding of their Sancho family history.
In the scenario of the children of Muriel Sancho, I can assure you, I can only recall hearing my elder sister seeking knowledge of her past. On the last occasion, my mother, my sister, my nephew David and I reclined in St. Hubert’s. I am quite positive my sister made notes. I heard she lost those notes in the mail to our relative in Toledo, Ohio. I am saying people ask different questions to different people regardless of their age. Therefore, siblings often exhibit difference in their understanding.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson has revealed himself. He is simply another cultural pirate. He has told me. He is not only rude but he is also ridiculous. He is a blatant and malicious liar. I state he is physically disadvantaged he has revealed a propensity of a brain malfunction. I had been warned but I must admit I was completely shocked by his verbal attack upon the integrity of my most beloved ancestor, Muriel Sancho (1914-1990). I find it even more atrocious that he has attempted to indicate my mother as a whimsical being by purporting to invoke the names of her relatives whom I regard as my mothers in his absurd take as evidence against her. If it were not, my relatives were being mentioned, I would have assumed that portion of the text was simply some sort of comic fictional take the workings of a diabolical mind.
Now please allow me to exhibit the points of contention.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson chooses of his own validation to use information which did not originate in his thought process. He did so without extending any courtesy whatsoever to the writer of the account referred to as originating from Muriel Sancho. Please remember that six of her children are still alive. But, however, only her last child researches and documents his findings. Please remember only eight years separate her oldest and youngest in USA - yet they have different takes on the lives of their parents.
I find it absurd that Kenneth Joyce Robertson in a single sentence - Our dear cousin Muriel Sancho Ross has left us with the proposition that there was three brothers Sancho, grandsons of the African "man of letters" Charles Ignatius Sancho of England - chooses to begin the sentence with a phrase suggesting endearment. Yet he continued and concluded the sentence with three absolutely false statements. I have to question how upon earth could he refer to my mother as, our dear cousin Muriel Sancho Ross and then continue to ascribe malicious lies as originating from her.
I can assure you. Muriel Sancho (1914-1990) never mentioned the name Charles Ignatius Sancho to me. I concluded she never heard that name. I also offer. It was Sydney Marious and I who began to examine the possibility that Ignatius Sancho is our ancestor. My mother was only aware of one Charles Sancho - and that’s her brother. Yet research has turned up a Charles Sancho, son of Bentick Sancho and Sarah Sancho born about 1861. I believe Bentick Sancho and Sarah Sancho also has a daughter also named Sarah Sancho. I believe “Dear Aunt” Teacher Sarah Matilda Sandy was named in the honor of her mother’s sister.
I began to seek out researchers. I was trying to locate anyone who may have knowledge of the kinship of Sancho beyond the boundaries of Guyana. I also attempted to communicate with academics in the effort to ascertain whether they have knowledge of the descendants of Ignatius Sancho. Thus, it was probably I who allowed this narrow-minded asinine being to conclude Sancho of Guyana are descendants of Ignatius Sancho. What good is a western university accrediat6ation to a Negro if he cannot distinguish an enquiry from scientific evaluation to conclude what is and/or what’s not genealogical fact?
Despite the stellar scholastic achievements of Cousin Muriel and her love for this family, her pronouncements have left us with more questions than answers. Neither her sibling, dear Aunt Inez, nor Cousin Gwen Valentine, nor our relative Ms. Riley could shed light upon, or had any knowledge of, the Ignatius Sancho fatherhood. Remember now. They are from that age group. If the above statements do not wreck both arrogance and ignorance I really do know what does and/or what gives with that imbecile Kenneth Joyce Robertson. It is my understanding. Muriel Sancho (1912-2006) said the Name Change was from Sanchez or Sankey to Sancho. The fact remains it seems there was some mention of name change in the Sancho heritage. However, my mother never mentioned such a scenario to me. Cousin Gwen is believed to state the names of the three brothers are Bentick John and Robert Christopher Sancho. Again only an irresponsible person would take the wordings of ninety years old as totally accurate. What all they did in their lives was to reminiscence on the people of Sancho and/or what they had been told? How absurd. Any way I have not found a Robert Christopher Sancho. I have turned up Robert Johnstone Sancho...I am sure there were at least two persons with such a name.
I expected facts. I expected sources of data. To be quite frank except for seeking data and/or sources of data and also information respecting the people of Samuels I would be careless about the publication. I must also admit a man must know what evil thoughts to lurk in the minds of others. Muriel Sancho was far from whimsical. I can attest to a number of things she told me; I have not found proof that Sarah Denbow is my relative. I have not found concrete proof of three Sancho brothers came from England.
Further more. Muriel Sancho’s take is echoed by Cicely Abrams, her first cousin with more beef. Our Cousin stated Lambert Tuckness Bentick Sancho came to the colony of Demerara in 1815 or 1817. He was 31 years old. He came with several sons. He married. He raised up another family. Bentick Sancho is quite possibly one of his sons. She stated that this is her recollection as told to her by Eileen Esme Sancho as told to Aunt Eileen by Tuckness Sancho, her father. She also said Tuckness wrote several articles on the history of Golden Grove.
I believe her for I noticed two letters written by Tuckness Sancho in the early 1880s. Cicely’s take gives me great hope that the five unknown members of the kinship of Sancho buried in the vault at the cemetery in Golden Grove will be one day is revealed. I hope in the not too distant future. Also many persons have stated that Sancho migrated from Golden Grove / Buxton to Canje and the Corentyne and Suriname and French Guiana. Felix Bastiani, Olive Fraser and others have the same story as told to them by their ancestors. Boatswain, and Fraser, and others have Sancho DNA
Yes it’s true many slaves had the one name; Sancho. What occurred after the abolition of slavery on August 1, 1838? Many slaves took the slave masters’ names or some other European names for their surnames. The consensus is clear the people of Sancho today have no concrete data disclosing where our ancestors came from.
Also, I am with the Sumner ancestry. I am not with the porter take. I am with a great great-grandmother Mary Sancho being a descendant of that brutal overseer Thomas Sumner. I believe Mary Sumner is the maiden name of the grandmother of Alexander Sancho. Unless I see birth certificates of her children; Mary Sancho and Lammy Tuckness Sancho stating otherwise that’s what I will use as my thesis. I need to ascertain whether there were two persons named Bentick Sancho, alive in 1861. Could it be Bentick Sancho simply had several children’s mothers?
Are there more attacks upon the people of Sancho in the publication? Heavens forbid it. I really hope not. I am sick of reading Sancho attacking Sancho in print and in the judicial system in Guyana. Perhaps Kenneth Joyce Robertson would deem it fit to reedit that publication whenever there’s a second publishing.Kenneth Joyce Robertson needs to change or remove the commentary upon my mother. It is not accurate. He knows it is false. That would likely be the end of that. I will look up the sources of data. Kenneth Joyce Robertson could have saved me the time by sending me extractsthen again. It’s Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s prerogative....
There is no doubt that I am Sancho for I possess the DNA of Muriel Sancho, of Alexander Sancho, of Limy Tuckness Sancho, of Bentick Sancho, and others before them. The question which begs to be answered does Kenneth Joyce Robertson? DNA test could solve some questions - but it does not do so absolutely...It cannot - replace the human touch - the bonding amongst people who understood them to be closely related. Now is the time of decision - time to separate the wolves from the sheep....
There it is
A MAN CALLED BENTINCK
This, indeed, is a reference to Bentinck Sancho. There are actually two Bentinck Sanchos!
The first Bentinck Sancho is at the center and focus of what can be called the Sancho Folklore. It encompasses the "known unknowns." Quintessentially, we are looking at a whole series of questions.
Then there is the second Bentinck Sancho which would deal with things that we do know. Even in this area of our endeavors, there are still loads of questions. The answers are there, except that we have not located, studied, and analyzed them yet. This body of work would be expected to be historical but factual. It will be expected to be substantiated by records - both public and/or private. For the past seven or more years of unstinting research, we have been intrigued by the "Ignatius Sancho Factor."
Our dear cousin Muriel Sancho Ross has left us with the proposition that there were three brothers Sancho, grandsons of the African "man of letters" Charles Ignatius Sancho of England. This theory is further presented as a genealogical fact, which is translated into making all the Sanchos of British Guiana, now Guyana. descendants of Ignatius Sancho through his three "grandsons," BENTINCK, Tuckness, and John.
Despite the stellar scholastic achievements of cousin Muriel and her love for this family, her pronouncements have left us with more questions than answers. Neither her sibling, dear Aunt Inez, nor cousin Gwen Valentine, nor our relative Ms. Riley could shed light upon, or had any knowledge of, the Ignatius Sancho fatherhood. Remember now, they are from that age group.
Relentless searches at the FRC (Family Records Center) m London have not produced any birth records for Bentinck. Tuckness and John. At the same time, earlier parish records have divulged birth and baptismal records for the children of Ignatius Sancho. Going even further back the record of the marriage of Charles Ignatius Sancho to his beloved Ann Osborne is available. Everything
Kenneth Joyce Robertson
Lingers Deep within My Soul
Phenomena - Kenneth Joyce Robertson
As far back as I can remember I held Bentick Sancho in the highest of esteem. I was utterly proud to possess his DNA. I could not dare to imagine that I may one day be forced to compare my great-great-grand father to my father. That’s exactly what Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s most disturbing and abysmal literature has me doing. I must admit I do not know what the qualities of the character of Bentick Sancho are. But, certainly, I am yet to be made aware of any human being who would go out of his way to be deceitful to his descendants. Such a man, is not worthy of existence, much less to be considered a freedom fighter in the struggle for the preservation of Black life and culture.
Its high time, Kenneth Joyce Robertson is requested and/or called upon to answer a number critical questions concerning his absurd attempt to kick dirty upon my mothers, Muriel Sancho (1914-1990), Inez Sancho, Muriel Sancho (1912-2006), and Gwendolyn Ralph. I have no awareness of any noticeable differences amongst that generation of Sancho females. Perhaps, he is onto something that’s not there at all. It’s likely just his “imagination playing tricks upon” him again. Perhaps, he is simply some sort of snake in the grass. Whatever his reasons are I find them reprehensible at best...they are repugnant - totally unacceptable. I detest such a thought process. There ain’t any way I am going to stand for that sort of nonsense. There ain’t no way I am going to be associated with anyone who perpetuates fraudulent language against my loved ones whether just simply to make a mockery of the indoctrination I come to understand is required of being a member of the kinship of Sancho.
Please allow me to demonstrate and/or present an analysis and expose his ridiculous claims as exactly what they are; deceitful . . . It holds true that at a lie is a lie regardless who tells it. I have not known any human being who has not repeated in accurate thoughts and/or expressions. That is particularly accurate respecting politicians and religious philosophies and indeed the vast majority of the so-called experts in western society are all guilty of continuing to propagate and/or support the findings regarded as Humanities and Social sciences which they fully well know is most ridiculously inaccurate. However, most academics are institutionalized. The academics are highly visible. They are handsomely rewarded. They are compensated for their willful degradation of the history of Black life and culture. The academics are as reprehensible as the forces of destruction of humanity. They are the architects, supporters, defenders, antagonists and apologists of the most evil political, religious, and economical systems which have wrecked untold suffering upon billions of human beings for numerous millenniums and continuing in this dispensation.
Phenomena - Kenneth Joyce Robertson
As far back as I can remember I held Bentick Sancho in the highest of esteem. I was utterly proud to possess his DNA. I could not dare to imagine that I may one day be forced to compare my great-great-grand father to my father. That’s exactly what Kenneth Joyce Robertson’s most disturbing and abysmal literature has me doing. I must admit I do not know what the qualities of the character of Bentick Sancho are. But, certainly, I am yet to be made aware of any human being who would go out of his way to be deceitful to his descendants. Such a man, is not worthy of existence, much less to be considered a freedom fighter in the struggle for the preservation of Black life and culture.
Its high time, Kenneth Joyce Robertson is requested and/or called upon to answer a number critical questions concerning his absurd attempt to kick dirty upon my mothers, Muriel Sancho (1914-1990), Inez Sancho, Muriel Sancho (1912-2006), and Gwendolyn Ralph. I have no awareness of any noticeable differences amongst that generation of Sancho females. Perhaps, he is onto something that’s not there at all. It’s likely just his “imagination playing tricks upon” him again. Perhaps, he is simply some sort of snake in the grass. Whatever his reasons are I find them reprehensible at best...they are repugnant - totally unacceptable. I detest such a thought process. There ain’t any way I am going to stand for that sort of nonsense. There ain’t no way I am going to be associated with anyone who perpetuates fraudulent language against my loved ones whether just simply to make a mockery of the indoctrination I come to understand is required of being a member of the kinship of Sancho.
Please allow me to demonstrate and/or present an analysis and expose his ridiculous claims as exactly what they are; deceitful . . . It holds true that at a lie is a lie regardless who tells it. I have not known any human being who has not repeated in accurate thoughts and/or expressions. That is particularly accurate respecting politicians and religious philosophies and indeed the vast majority of the so-called experts in western society are all guilty of continuing to propagate and/or support the findings regarded as Humanities and Social sciences which they fully well know is most ridiculously inaccurate. However, most academics are institutionalized. The academics are highly visible. They are handsomely rewarded. They are compensated for their willful degradation of the history of Black life and culture. The academics are as reprehensible as the forces of destruction of humanity. They are the architects, supporters, defenders, antagonists and apologists of the most evil political, religious, and economical systems which have wrecked untold suffering upon billions of human beings for numerous millenniums and continuing in this dispensation.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson - Vexation of Soul of Sancho
“Jah Jah guide me from my friends for I know they are my enemies” . . . Peter Tosh (1944-1987)
“Fools die for the want of wisdom - vexation of the soul is vanity”
“Why do you fight each other? Why do you kill your brother? Then your reward will be the cemetery” . . . Peter Tosh (1944-1987)
That’s the reason the children cry
Oh Bumba Klaat - this Guy, Kenneth Joyce Robertson was really and truly serious. The content likely in that exercise will not shock me. I am sure such personalities as Imhotep, Eusi Kwayana, Malcolm X and Antonio Maceo will not be found there in. Those are freedom fighters I would be only too willing to accept without much argument. Now seriously, Kenneth Joyce Robertson had previously, perhaps, on more occasions than I care to remember told me about his point of view. I simply concluded he was trying to encourage me not to narrow my focus upon Ignatius Sancho and other kinships of Sancho of the United Kingdom. When he suggested that Bentick Sancho, John Sancho and Tuckness Sancho were not brothers at all - the band of brothers’ oath - I never took that seriously. I do not recall Kenneth Joyce Robertson even point out the names of Fothergill, Frederick and William. Had he done so, I might have requested researchers look up those three and their relatives on the Essequebo coast, and what could be learnt of their ethnicity and parentage in West Africa.
When Kenneth Joyce Robertson began to tell me, that not every Sancho in British Guiana are relatives. He lost me. You have to understand; I was indoctrinated on the subject of Sancho above and beyond all else. I grew to be told Sancho of Berbice came from the East Coast of Demerara.
Let us now for the sake of recognizing the possible implications and their reverberations respecting the Humanities and Social sciences as handed down by the oral traditions respecting Sancho; if Kenneth Joyce Robertson is absolutely accurate.
What is he really saying? Fothergill is deceitful; so too are Frederick and William. The three were absurd beings. They were most of all narrowed minded and thoughtless souls. They possessed characteristics I find most objectionable.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson is telling us that the three men deliberately deceived their children and grand children - or is Kenneth Joyce Robertson saying the story of the three men were lost - but now resituated and reclaimed by him.
Among the question I propose to the author are the following; if Bentick Sancho is Fothergill, and the others are not his biological brothers - why Bentick Sancho did not tell his children, and at least, perhaps, two grandchildren, Allick Sancho (1873-1945) and Big Daddy Christy (1880-1956) may have been too young to understand. I need to acquire his date of birth. I am thinking the year is 1880 and not 1875. Perhaps they were being deceitful to the magistrate and the legal system in British Guiana in 1892.
Can the author state beyond reasonable doubt that the three were not even relatives and/or the same ethnic group. What ethnic group do they belong to?
What are the names of the seven members of the kinship of Sancho who are entombed in the vault in the cemetery at golden grove on the East Coast of Demerara?
Leebert Sancho - I think Bentick Sancho also had a wife named Sarah, perhaps Sarah Giles, and a son named Charles Sancho and a daughter named Sarah. Could this be another Bentick Sancho? Could Bentick Sancho remarry after the death of Mary Sumner in 1849?
Who then is Lambert Tuckness Bentick Sancho? Did he exist? Or he another of Fothergill’s deceitful and absurd story?
Kenneth Joyce Robertson is stating that our Sancho heritage is unworthy. It is a heritage forged in deceit. It is ludicrous for me to accept that an ancestor I never met but revered was satanic to his own children and grandchildren. I think that’s a bit much - more than I am ever willing to accept.
The author is telling you and I that Cousin Phyllis Kendall, Cousin Nelly Mackie, the children of Theophilous Luke, Sancho of southern Trinidad and others unknown to me are not the relatives of Bentick Sancho. What then is he therefore expecting of us? If he was sensitive man he would have understood that fragments of the stories handed down from generations to generation over a course of 160 years will likely survive in different quarters of the kinships and pass for historical truth. Lammy Tuckness Sancho was an educated man. He was capable of writing at least two letters in the appropriate English grammar. I am told he possess a tremendous memory. I guess the size of his skull ought to have indicated to me he had a huge brain. Yes I saw his skeleton in April 1966. I saw the bones and hair when I accompanied numerous descendants of Allick
Sancho and Rachael Campbell to Sancho plot at the cemetery at Golden grove to bury Elsa Sancho my aunt. Muriel screamed when I begun telling her what I have seen. One of the Sharper’s - I can not remember which one - but it was likely Sidney Sharper - sealed the seven cracks which was visible on the tomb of Tuckness Sancho. Numerous Sancho died that year. I have always felt whatever the number of cracks upon that tomb that would be the corresponding number of persons of Sancho who will die that year. I used to keep a regular watch on that tomb. I often visited and slept in the Sancho plot on my grand father’s grave at all hours of the day and night. It was my sanctuary. my holy ground. I killed no animal there - not ants, snakes, mosquitoes - the only life form I destroyed was grass and weeds which would overrun the tombs if left unchecked. I am told the cemetery is a mess today. A jungle soldier could hang out there for days without being noticed. Well that’s a result of the politics of paramountcy of the party - which destroyed the ruling elite and the system of village districts which the colonialist regimes implemented upon our ancestors’ plantations.
“Fools die for the want of wisdom - vexation of the soul is vanity”
“Why do you fight each other? Why do you kill your brother? Then your reward will be the cemetery” . . . Peter Tosh (1944-1987)
That’s the reason the children cry
Oh Bumba Klaat - this Guy, Kenneth Joyce Robertson was really and truly serious. The content likely in that exercise will not shock me. I am sure such personalities as Imhotep, Eusi Kwayana, Malcolm X and Antonio Maceo will not be found there in. Those are freedom fighters I would be only too willing to accept without much argument. Now seriously, Kenneth Joyce Robertson had previously, perhaps, on more occasions than I care to remember told me about his point of view. I simply concluded he was trying to encourage me not to narrow my focus upon Ignatius Sancho and other kinships of Sancho of the United Kingdom. When he suggested that Bentick Sancho, John Sancho and Tuckness Sancho were not brothers at all - the band of brothers’ oath - I never took that seriously. I do not recall Kenneth Joyce Robertson even point out the names of Fothergill, Frederick and William. Had he done so, I might have requested researchers look up those three and their relatives on the Essequebo coast, and what could be learnt of their ethnicity and parentage in West Africa.
When Kenneth Joyce Robertson began to tell me, that not every Sancho in British Guiana are relatives. He lost me. You have to understand; I was indoctrinated on the subject of Sancho above and beyond all else. I grew to be told Sancho of Berbice came from the East Coast of Demerara.
Let us now for the sake of recognizing the possible implications and their reverberations respecting the Humanities and Social sciences as handed down by the oral traditions respecting Sancho; if Kenneth Joyce Robertson is absolutely accurate.
What is he really saying? Fothergill is deceitful; so too are Frederick and William. The three were absurd beings. They were most of all narrowed minded and thoughtless souls. They possessed characteristics I find most objectionable.
Kenneth Joyce Robertson is telling us that the three men deliberately deceived their children and grand children - or is Kenneth Joyce Robertson saying the story of the three men were lost - but now resituated and reclaimed by him.
Among the question I propose to the author are the following; if Bentick Sancho is Fothergill, and the others are not his biological brothers - why Bentick Sancho did not tell his children, and at least, perhaps, two grandchildren, Allick Sancho (1873-1945) and Big Daddy Christy (1880-1956) may have been too young to understand. I need to acquire his date of birth. I am thinking the year is 1880 and not 1875. Perhaps they were being deceitful to the magistrate and the legal system in British Guiana in 1892.
Can the author state beyond reasonable doubt that the three were not even relatives and/or the same ethnic group. What ethnic group do they belong to?
What are the names of the seven members of the kinship of Sancho who are entombed in the vault in the cemetery at golden grove on the East Coast of Demerara?
Leebert Sancho - I think Bentick Sancho also had a wife named Sarah, perhaps Sarah Giles, and a son named Charles Sancho and a daughter named Sarah. Could this be another Bentick Sancho? Could Bentick Sancho remarry after the death of Mary Sumner in 1849?
Who then is Lambert Tuckness Bentick Sancho? Did he exist? Or he another of Fothergill’s deceitful and absurd story?
Kenneth Joyce Robertson is stating that our Sancho heritage is unworthy. It is a heritage forged in deceit. It is ludicrous for me to accept that an ancestor I never met but revered was satanic to his own children and grandchildren. I think that’s a bit much - more than I am ever willing to accept.
The author is telling you and I that Cousin Phyllis Kendall, Cousin Nelly Mackie, the children of Theophilous Luke, Sancho of southern Trinidad and others unknown to me are not the relatives of Bentick Sancho. What then is he therefore expecting of us? If he was sensitive man he would have understood that fragments of the stories handed down from generations to generation over a course of 160 years will likely survive in different quarters of the kinships and pass for historical truth. Lammy Tuckness Sancho was an educated man. He was capable of writing at least two letters in the appropriate English grammar. I am told he possess a tremendous memory. I guess the size of his skull ought to have indicated to me he had a huge brain. Yes I saw his skeleton in April 1966. I saw the bones and hair when I accompanied numerous descendants of Allick
Sancho and Rachael Campbell to Sancho plot at the cemetery at Golden grove to bury Elsa Sancho my aunt. Muriel screamed when I begun telling her what I have seen. One of the Sharper’s - I can not remember which one - but it was likely Sidney Sharper - sealed the seven cracks which was visible on the tomb of Tuckness Sancho. Numerous Sancho died that year. I have always felt whatever the number of cracks upon that tomb that would be the corresponding number of persons of Sancho who will die that year. I used to keep a regular watch on that tomb. I often visited and slept in the Sancho plot on my grand father’s grave at all hours of the day and night. It was my sanctuary. my holy ground. I killed no animal there - not ants, snakes, mosquitoes - the only life form I destroyed was grass and weeds which would overrun the tombs if left unchecked. I am told the cemetery is a mess today. A jungle soldier could hang out there for days without being noticed. Well that’s a result of the politics of paramountcy of the party - which destroyed the ruling elite and the system of village districts which the colonialist regimes implemented upon our ancestors’ plantations.
What gives with Glenroy Williams
Lies infuriate listeners who know exactly what they are -
I can recall my mother being absolutely besides herself. She was lamenting the fact that Tom Keen requested her to back up his claim when he said he is a descendant of Sancho in her presence. I heard her say words to this effect. How dare that man? The gall of some people, he knows that I know he is not a Sancho - but insisted upon me to support his absolutely false claim. He is a Cupido. That’s what he is. He is not even a Campbell. Who really knows what he is? I was not the pillow.
The evidence suggests that while being transported from the East Coast Car Park to the corner of the Public Road and the Middle Walk at Nabaclis, the irrepressible Tom Keen, the undoubted champion of untruths of the generation immediately prior to mine, demanded that my mother second his absurd claim of being a member of the kinship of Sancho. Mother was having none of it. She regards such as blasphemy. Cousin Olga was also present. She tried to calm my mother down fearing the old girl may become stricken by high blood pressure. She further stated she never witnessed my mother in such a furious mood.
I do not believe King tom Keen ever apologized. I think neither mother nor I ever traveled or spoken to Tom Keen again. Since that incident I simply refuse to acknowledge his presence.
What gives with Glenroy Williams? A few years ago, I heard him arguing with Cush. He stated Cush does not know me. He continued Cush is a canje man. then, he questioned how in this world Cush could know me. Well! I got tired of the nonsense. I told Sue-bow I knew Cush before I meet you. I begged him to stop it. It seems he will not. I must realize that the safest thing for me to do is to totally ignore this fellow. I may very well at some point unable to retrain myself.
On an evening, in the summer 2010, I heard say he knows all of my uncles and aunts. He was trying to perhaps impress a female. She was hanging out with us. She is a Georgetown girl. The female stated I possess a recognizable face. However, she cannot quite place it. I asked her whether she was familiar with people of Princes Street area . . . she said yes. Then I told her I have an aunt. She resided at Princes Street. The female asked me her name. I said Hildred. Believe it Sue-Bow jumped in saying I have no such aunt. He began rattling off the names of my mother’s sisters. The female then said Hildred resided at Louisa Row. She visited my aunt often. She mentioned the names of my Cousins. She hinted that a female also resided with Hildred. That female was a student at Bishop’s High School and her brother made his intentions known to her.
I told I believed she is referring to my siblings. Sue-bow was flabbergasted. I asked if he ever saw my father. He said no . . . I said I believe that’s the most honest statement I have heard from you in the longest.
About the middle of the month of November last, two events occurred which left a taste too bitter for my understanding. They completely exposed the fact that English is an alien Language to me.
A few weeks ago, he said he found three pounds of gold in the interior of Guyana. Well! I am not entirely sure Glenroy ever visited Linden much less Essequebo. I do not know. I never heard of it previously.
That fable was followed by yet another. He stated he owned three thousand heads of cattle in Guyana. Again, that is baffling to me. When will it end? Glenroy is a grown man somewhere in the vicinity of sixty years of age.
Shortly, thereafter while seated in a vehicle on Franklin Avenue I noticed Glenroy. I do not know what got into me. I decided to say hello to him. The mighty Sue bow opened his mouth. He started saying every night he has a twenty-two-year-old female in his bed. He continued to bellow nonstop. It seems not even for air. Certainly, neither thought nor accuracy was a concern of his. I noted the man is losing his hair but not his flare for lying, needlessly. Isn’t that most remarkable? Sue-bow ran up his mouth in the presence of an East Indian. He has no idea whether the man likes Black people or hates us. He has no determination relative to the man’s logic on racism. He does not know if that Indo-Guyanese is simply bemused by Black people making spectacles of themselves. I am open to the probability that he ridicules us whenever he is amongst his fellow East Indians.
Sue-bow carried on about, he knows I was born and bred at Nabaclis. He further stated. He and I know the back dam at Golden Grove, Nabaclis and Victoria like the back of our hands. We could find any bed we wanted to at any time of the night. I could not stand it no longer. I left the vehicle. I began contemplating what to do about the latest episode. As I stood there, I was quite sure I heard him reveal personal stuff. He mentioned some thing about my mother. I did not quite get it - because by then, I was about ready to blow my cool.
The Indian fellow looked at me. He realized I wanted no part of the unfolding spectacle. A man making absurd statements is a vexation to both my mind, soul and body. He then dismissed Glenroy from our presence. By simply stating he had urgent matters to attend immediately. That being said his immediate absence was highly appreciated. The Indo-Guyanese has begun referring to him as three pound gold. He would say when last you see three pound gold. If he had three pound gold what is he doing here in Brooklyn? He further said he does not know of any in Guyana who possessed three thousand heads of cattle . . . Also if three pound gold is a champion welder as he claims - why isn’t he employed by a top company or self employed. I hated to admit it - I said would you employ a man with such an attitude - if you did how long do you think you would be able to put up with it?
I had previously warned about talking about me and/or my immediate relatives, behind our backs and/or in our presence.
That man continues to possess an extremely hard head. He simply refuses to listen. He’ll never get it. I have embarked upon a program of ignoring the man at all costs. Even if he accidentally bumps into me, I will not acknowledge him. That’s it. It’s over - no more of such nonsense. It seems to be the best policy. In fact, Eglande Younge told me when it comes to round back as he is known in Crown Heights, that’s his policy. It is probably the consensus.
I can recall my mother being absolutely besides herself. She was lamenting the fact that Tom Keen requested her to back up his claim when he said he is a descendant of Sancho in her presence. I heard her say words to this effect. How dare that man? The gall of some people, he knows that I know he is not a Sancho - but insisted upon me to support his absolutely false claim. He is a Cupido. That’s what he is. He is not even a Campbell. Who really knows what he is? I was not the pillow.
The evidence suggests that while being transported from the East Coast Car Park to the corner of the Public Road and the Middle Walk at Nabaclis, the irrepressible Tom Keen, the undoubted champion of untruths of the generation immediately prior to mine, demanded that my mother second his absurd claim of being a member of the kinship of Sancho. Mother was having none of it. She regards such as blasphemy. Cousin Olga was also present. She tried to calm my mother down fearing the old girl may become stricken by high blood pressure. She further stated she never witnessed my mother in such a furious mood.
I do not believe King tom Keen ever apologized. I think neither mother nor I ever traveled or spoken to Tom Keen again. Since that incident I simply refuse to acknowledge his presence.
What gives with Glenroy Williams? A few years ago, I heard him arguing with Cush. He stated Cush does not know me. He continued Cush is a canje man. then, he questioned how in this world Cush could know me. Well! I got tired of the nonsense. I told Sue-bow I knew Cush before I meet you. I begged him to stop it. It seems he will not. I must realize that the safest thing for me to do is to totally ignore this fellow. I may very well at some point unable to retrain myself.
On an evening, in the summer 2010, I heard say he knows all of my uncles and aunts. He was trying to perhaps impress a female. She was hanging out with us. She is a Georgetown girl. The female stated I possess a recognizable face. However, she cannot quite place it. I asked her whether she was familiar with people of Princes Street area . . . she said yes. Then I told her I have an aunt. She resided at Princes Street. The female asked me her name. I said Hildred. Believe it Sue-Bow jumped in saying I have no such aunt. He began rattling off the names of my mother’s sisters. The female then said Hildred resided at Louisa Row. She visited my aunt often. She mentioned the names of my Cousins. She hinted that a female also resided with Hildred. That female was a student at Bishop’s High School and her brother made his intentions known to her.
I told I believed she is referring to my siblings. Sue-bow was flabbergasted. I asked if he ever saw my father. He said no . . . I said I believe that’s the most honest statement I have heard from you in the longest.
About the middle of the month of November last, two events occurred which left a taste too bitter for my understanding. They completely exposed the fact that English is an alien Language to me.
A few weeks ago, he said he found three pounds of gold in the interior of Guyana. Well! I am not entirely sure Glenroy ever visited Linden much less Essequebo. I do not know. I never heard of it previously.
That fable was followed by yet another. He stated he owned three thousand heads of cattle in Guyana. Again, that is baffling to me. When will it end? Glenroy is a grown man somewhere in the vicinity of sixty years of age.
Shortly, thereafter while seated in a vehicle on Franklin Avenue I noticed Glenroy. I do not know what got into me. I decided to say hello to him. The mighty Sue bow opened his mouth. He started saying every night he has a twenty-two-year-old female in his bed. He continued to bellow nonstop. It seems not even for air. Certainly, neither thought nor accuracy was a concern of his. I noted the man is losing his hair but not his flare for lying, needlessly. Isn’t that most remarkable? Sue-bow ran up his mouth in the presence of an East Indian. He has no idea whether the man likes Black people or hates us. He has no determination relative to the man’s logic on racism. He does not know if that Indo-Guyanese is simply bemused by Black people making spectacles of themselves. I am open to the probability that he ridicules us whenever he is amongst his fellow East Indians.
Sue-bow carried on about, he knows I was born and bred at Nabaclis. He further stated. He and I know the back dam at Golden Grove, Nabaclis and Victoria like the back of our hands. We could find any bed we wanted to at any time of the night. I could not stand it no longer. I left the vehicle. I began contemplating what to do about the latest episode. As I stood there, I was quite sure I heard him reveal personal stuff. He mentioned some thing about my mother. I did not quite get it - because by then, I was about ready to blow my cool.
The Indian fellow looked at me. He realized I wanted no part of the unfolding spectacle. A man making absurd statements is a vexation to both my mind, soul and body. He then dismissed Glenroy from our presence. By simply stating he had urgent matters to attend immediately. That being said his immediate absence was highly appreciated. The Indo-Guyanese has begun referring to him as three pound gold. He would say when last you see three pound gold. If he had three pound gold what is he doing here in Brooklyn? He further said he does not know of any in Guyana who possessed three thousand heads of cattle . . . Also if three pound gold is a champion welder as he claims - why isn’t he employed by a top company or self employed. I hated to admit it - I said would you employ a man with such an attitude - if you did how long do you think you would be able to put up with it?
I had previously warned about talking about me and/or my immediate relatives, behind our backs and/or in our presence.
That man continues to possess an extremely hard head. He simply refuses to listen. He’ll never get it. I have embarked upon a program of ignoring the man at all costs. Even if he accidentally bumps into me, I will not acknowledge him. That’s it. It’s over - no more of such nonsense. It seems to be the best policy. In fact, Eglande Younge told me when it comes to round back as he is known in Crown Heights, that’s his policy. It is probably the consensus.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Do you think Parents treat their children equally
My mother and I had a unique relationship. It was apparently a different relationship than she had with her other children. We seemed to be debating more than one important question or some trivial pursuit or another. I am quite certain such as it was amounted to the development my consciousness and rational thought process.
Do parents have a favorite child or children? Is it at all possible for a parent not to have a favorite child or children? Do parents treat their children equally?
As far back as I can clearly remember; I have always accused, indicted and found my mother guilty of displaying preference to first born over the six others. It was very clear to me that, whenever I presented the evidence against her; she would offer up what to my simple mind set amounted to excuses. I thought her most confounding and certainly most absurd statements I ever heard my mother utter are she loves all of her children equally. She repeatedly claims she has no preference of one to the other. I strongly doubt a human being without favorites has ever existed. It’s simply not possible.
I also took opposition to statements she would utter whenever she was administering punishment to me which amounted to – it hurts her more than it hurt me – but still the blows rained upon my physical until she was exhausted. I always wondered if she was hurting more than I; then, why was she continuing to tear up my hide until I was so bumped and bruised I could not dare to sit down.
In my thought process such claims were fraudulent. I always concluded. It’s not what the mouth says but what the actions reveal. I have always protested on such accountings. To this very day, I am absolutely certain I am correct.
Thus, I do not have high regard for any mother, or father who hands me the line. They have no preference of one child over the other. I conclude they are in denial and such a scenario is simply not at possible.
I have favorites amongst my siblings. I have favorites amongst the people of Sancho. I prefer my relatives who are younger than I, my mother’s siblings and the females of my mother’s generation whom I bonded with especially in Golden Grove and Nabaclis above and beyond all others with one exception Bouya Sharper.
Thus, I hold parents possessing favorites amongst their children to be a logical conclusion. I hold bias and prejudice to be a common feature amongst all creatures on earth.
Do you agree or disagree with me? You do not need to mention which child you prefer to the others. Simply say agreed or disagreed....
Do parents have a favorite child or children? Is it at all possible for a parent not to have a favorite child or children? Do parents treat their children equally?
As far back as I can clearly remember; I have always accused, indicted and found my mother guilty of displaying preference to first born over the six others. It was very clear to me that, whenever I presented the evidence against her; she would offer up what to my simple mind set amounted to excuses. I thought her most confounding and certainly most absurd statements I ever heard my mother utter are she loves all of her children equally. She repeatedly claims she has no preference of one to the other. I strongly doubt a human being without favorites has ever existed. It’s simply not possible.
I also took opposition to statements she would utter whenever she was administering punishment to me which amounted to – it hurts her more than it hurt me – but still the blows rained upon my physical until she was exhausted. I always wondered if she was hurting more than I; then, why was she continuing to tear up my hide until I was so bumped and bruised I could not dare to sit down.
In my thought process such claims were fraudulent. I always concluded. It’s not what the mouth says but what the actions reveal. I have always protested on such accountings. To this very day, I am absolutely certain I am correct.
Thus, I do not have high regard for any mother, or father who hands me the line. They have no preference of one child over the other. I conclude they are in denial and such a scenario is simply not at possible.
I have favorites amongst my siblings. I have favorites amongst the people of Sancho. I prefer my relatives who are younger than I, my mother’s siblings and the females of my mother’s generation whom I bonded with especially in Golden Grove and Nabaclis above and beyond all others with one exception Bouya Sharper.
Thus, I hold parents possessing favorites amongst their children to be a logical conclusion. I hold bias and prejudice to be a common feature amongst all creatures on earth.
Do you agree or disagree with me? You do not need to mention which child you prefer to the others. Simply say agreed or disagreed....
Saturday, November 6, 2010
viewpoint
National Basketball Association
The New York Knicks has a record of two wins and two losses following their fourth game of the 2010-2011 NBA season. I must confess neither management nor players are fascinating. I remain unimpressed. I am as emotionally detached from The New York Knicks today as I was when I was made aware that Patrick Ewing was no longer in their plans. Today their program seems to reflect their pursuit of other teams’ undesirable high-priced ball players. Again the team seems to be going nowhere fast, albeit it’s only the fourth game of the season. Certainty that’s nothing new there. What would Yogi say about the current version of The New York Knicks? Perhaps something in the nature of this – it gets late, early. The New York Knicks could not possibly produce another miserable season, this season. The question is simply this – could the New York Knicks as presently constituted make the playoffs? What statements will they make if they get there?
Major League Baseball
The New York Yankees are out of it. The New York Mets never really possessed a prayer. Who cares about Major League Baseball season 2010? Wake me up when the off season starts. It could be very interesting if not downright entertaining. What would Cashman and the current ownership do about Derek and his contract? Would they treat Derek in similar cold fashion as they did Bernie now that George is dead and gone? What is the immediate future for the careers of Posada, Mariano, and Andy?
Would the New York Mets finally build their team around David Wright and rid themselves of Reyes, Beltran, Perez, and all those high priced statistics acquiring ballplayers? What have they won? Except of course the Wilpons allowed Omar to hand out gratuities to them for performances elsewhere while dismissing a proven winner in Willie Randolph in the wee hours of the early morning? The Wilpons and their version of the New York Mets are the comedians of MLB. They are a far cry from the bruising, hard partying, hard hitting, flame throwing and champions of 1986. The 1986 edition of the New York Mets is a team many of us will forever cherish although to be really honest I really think the core of that ball club underachieved. They were the best team in baseball 1985-1988 but their record does not reveal that indeed it does not. They only won one championship in that period and to crown it all they were chocking and struggling during the playoffs of 1986. They did not resemble the steam rollers they were in the regular season.
350 million US Dollars
The New York Yankees and the New York Mets invest nearly 350 million US dollars yearly on their franchises. Such a number of dollars would do wonders for Guyana’s economy and social economic development. Not even politicians as out of control and corrupt as those of the current versions of the PPP/C and the Burnham-Hoyte PNC/R regime of the immediate past would not be allowed to continue to not reproduce positive results such as a measure of investment in the development of the nation in all phases. One would expect Guyana to be lit up daily like the spruce they put up every Christmas in New York City from hydroelectric power supply and roads constructed along the banks of the four primary rivers from the coast of the Atlantic Ocean to the main centers in the Rupununi district and beyond into Brazil.
National Football League
It seems the best bets are the New York Giants and the New York Jets. Even if it’s early. Even if it’s a mirage. It’s most welcomed in New York City. Yes, those ball clubs perform in New Jersey. Who care where they play? They represent New York City.
CRICKET
West Indies test cricket and cricket in the West Indies is very ugly these days. That’s the simple and absolute truth. When your best batsman is in the mold of Shivnarine Chandrapaul; how could that be worth your time for enquiry and heaven forbid it your entertainment dollar? How about the selection of Darren Sammy and Brendan Nash as Captain and as vice-Captain of the West Indies test cricket team, respectively? There is an absolute requirement to check the officials of West Indies’ Cricket Board for illegal drug usage. What on earth are they consuming? What’s more? What is the West Indies cricket Board selling to patrons? Why neocolonialism in the English-speaking Caribbean? Haven’t they either heard of Kwame N’Krumah or read his writings? That seems like a prerequisite for holding office in the Caribbean these days. Perhaps, those clowns are suffering from amnesia. They may have for gotten the days of slavery and indenture ships in the Caribbean basin.
The West Indies’ selectors chose only one Guyanese Chandrapaul in a fifteen man touring team to Sri Lanka winter 2010. What does that say about Guyanese cricketers? It seems gone are the days when five Guyanese; Kanhai, Butcher, Gibbs, Lloyd, and Fredericks were regularly selected. In the early 1970s Kallicharran would be amongst the five. Butcher retired in 1989. In fact as many as six Kanhai, Butcher, Gibbs, Lloyd, Camacho and Fredericks toured Australia in the winter of 1968. Do you think Guyana should separate itself from West Indies’ Test Cricket and participate in the international arena as a nation fielding its own team? Is there any binding charter which would not permit such a scenario? Well let’s hope the selectors will fashion the West Indies’ test cricket team with youngsters, in the near future. I would love to witness Jonathon Foo, Davendra Bishoo, and Brandon Bess from Berbice and Adrian Barath playing test cricket, regularly. The West Indies test cricket teams lose regularly with Gayle, Sarwan, Chandrapaul, Benn and Bravo and four quick bowlers. Why not play the youngsters and a number of spinners?
I cannot imagine any test team worrying themselves about Nash and Sammy. It is obvious, neither Nash nor Sammy really merits a place in the test team. The talent of Nash and Sammy simply does not require me to be interested in their performances. Where are this era’s Fredericks, Kallicharran, Kanhai, Butcher, Lloyd, Gibbs, and Croft?
The West Indies’ selectors rationale bypassing Gayle and selecting Sammy bear little or no semblance the choice of Sobers over Hunte. The case could have been made for either player. They deserved. Sobers and Hunte were great cricketers. Sammy has experienced only a cup of coffee. He appeared in only eight test matches covering six years. Historians of West Indies test cricket are likely to find that perhaps only at the beginning of the West Indies in the international arena has captains with fewer appearances were chosen. However, I do recall the idiots wanting to choose Cousin David Holford, and /or Joey Carew over Clive Lloyd as the Captain of the West Indies test cricket team. I still believe neither Holford nor Carew should have played test cricket. They were both horrible, at best. The initial selection of Holford was simply an appeasement of Gary Sobers. It’s an absolute blessing common sense prevailed and the rest is history.
OUT OF CONTROL
Almost every time I write an article which is critical of the PPP/C, the Jagans, Jagdeo and whomever is connected with the PPP/C, a few indo-Guyanese especially from Skeldon, and a few enclaves on the East Coast of Demerara throw up a lot of venom, rather needlessly. Perhaps, a few clowns, fanatics, idiots will do so again. I must rather admit at times I found it rather amusing. Then, when I reminisce respecting the efforts of school teachers such as Harold Christopher Scarder, Jacob Stanford Ralph James Alfred Trotman, Donald Ashley Bevel Trotman, Carlton Paton Melbourne, Joseph Parkinson, Tappin Johnson Elliott, Prince Johnson Patterson, Cecil Orpheus Philbertus Patterson, Muriel Sancho (Muriel Ross), Winslade Simon, Henry Chin, Bourne (Blairmont), Hubert Alfred Thompson, Moore (Skeldon) and others I am overcome with the sense of responsibility to reveal truth and exercise control of emotions.
Here we go again
I noticed East Indians did not arrive in Trinidad until May 30, 1845 onboard The Fatel Rozack. It seems to me; 1845 was a pivotal year in the economics of the British West Indies. By that I am most certainly reflecting on the exploits of British Capital investment in the plantation economy in the Caribbean basin. I am absolute. Sure indentureships were resumed in the colony of British Guiana in 1845. Also, East Indian laborers were shipped to plantations in Jamaica in 1845. However, as you should be aware by now two ships “Whitby” and “Hesperus” sailed up the Demerara River on May 5, 1838. East Indian indentured laborers disembarked at Vreed-en-Hoop on the West Bank of the river. They were sent primarily to the plantations of John Gladstone in Demerara.
By 1894 East Indians started to voice their opinions and clamoring for political enfranchisement. Rev. Bronkhurst and Joseph Ruhomon were the leading advocates. By December 31, 1899, several others joined the call for all phases of socioeconomic empowerment. The Luckhoo brothers joined their cousin Joseph Ruhomon, Drepaul of Achlyne; the Wharton brothers, Thomas Flood, Gul Mohammed Khan, Bechu and a number of interpreters came to the forefront of advocacy of grievances on behalf of the masses of East Indians in the colony of British Guiana.
The establishment of the British Guiana East Indian Association with its organ the Indian Opinion brought the cry of reformation in an articulate manner regularly in print. Seeram emerged out of this era. However, it was Ayube Edun who gave East Indians females a real female champion, Eleanor Sewdin, both the young and older females could imitate. Apparently Eleanor Sewdin was birthed on the Corentyne coast. There was quite a commotion following her being elected chairperson of the Rose Hall Village district. In fact, there was a court case launched by Batson to unseat her claiming she resided at Plantation Port Mourant by operated a place of business at Rose Hall Village. The problem was proof of residency on the surface. But make no mistake the underlying cause was sexism more so than racism. Let me make it absolutely clear that in a number of the disturbances and riots East Indian females played initial and leading roles. They were not sitting around waiting for the birthing of Cheddi Jagan in 1918. They were not praying to some statute for the Jewess Janet Rosenberg to arrive in the colony of British Guiana via Chicago via Czechoslovakia in the 1940s. I am very sure Vishnu and his son Krishna would not wish Janet Jagan upon slave-masters and those who conned East Indians into leaving India for locations around the globe in the nineteenth century. Why then would those black gods set her upon the African Guyanese populace is beyond my imagination? Guyanese must guard against such a recurrence. Foreigners must never ever again be allowed to occupy high offices in the land. On the other hand, why stop with Janet Rosenberg? Why not encourage either Bill Gates or Michael Bloomberg to be President of Guyana for two terms and/ or as long as they are inclined. I am positive. They would at least bring with them economic development. What did Janet Jagan do - besides being a disruptive force in the political arena – and thereby exacerbating the imagined differences between the two major groups of nonwhites in Guyana?
In recent times you and I have witnessed the rise of Kamla in Trinidad and Tobago. Now therefore tell me where is the East Indian female of Guyana capable of rising in Guyanese politics as Kamla did in Trinidad and Tobago? Who can be so identified? Stop your sobbing and answer the question Guyanese females – where are you? Your men have destroyed the magnificent province. It is high time you put down the pot spoons, stop being housewives and demand that you be the part of the decision making process. In fact; why not demand to be the decision makers, and the law makers? Aren’t you tired and sick of the unnecessary violence which have buried many of our people especially our young people? Now if you don’t stand upon your own two legs and use your heads and reject that which is clearly not working in your best interests and safety and national interests whose fault is that.
And one more thing - there were numerous persons of East Indian heritage who never supported the PPP/C party and they are not enemies of their heritage or the people of Guyana and that for Sure. Will the Guyanese Kamla Arise? It does not really matter whether she is East Indian, Portuguese, Amerindian, and African or Chinese; Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jewish, Rastafarian, whether religion there is or none at all really matter. She is only required to be feminine, and nationalistic the call is a simple one out of the kitchen and into the office of the President as the leading architect of our future. That’s it – nothing sinister – nothing more than simply that has been spelt out Females are you up to the task. Do not tell me you are not ready yet – that seems so male chauvinistic to my thought process.
Rumours or Truth
Is Jagdeo related to Cheddi Jagan? Did the mother of Jagdeo birthed children with an African-Guyanese? A number of years ago I heard it said Jagdeo has relatives who are considered African-Guyanese. I was pretty certain the gossipers stated his sister mothered a number of children whom common place persons would refer to as Douglas. However, a few days ago, I heard several indo-Guyanese stating it’s his mother. More over, Jagdeo is related to Cheddi Jagan. Was there some extramarital activities occurring?
There are also persons claiming to have been involved in the trafficking of illegal narcotic drugs from Guyana to the USA during the Burnham era and with the knowledge of Burnham’s participation and interest. Could he have simply googled the names of locations in the county of Essequebo? It is quite plausible. But is it factual? Who would dare to substantiate the truth of the matter? Must the truth be buried and remain unknown? I think not.
While such unsolicited commentary may or may not have any merit - You ought to be well aware by now it is always open season on the lives of notable persons and/ or people in the spotlight. It just seems to occur with gross regularity and beyond political and/or ethnic boundaries.
THE WILD GEESE
I borrowed the thirtieth anniversary edition of the Wild Geese. Richard Burton, Roger Moore, Richard Harris, and Hardy Kruger are the leading actors of the film. African actors, John Kani, and Winston Ntshona, Stewart Granger, and Jack Watson also have prominent roles in the motion picture. The Wild Geese is the only movie I saw at Crescent cinema in Mackenzie on the Demerara River. I am quite sure it was the last movie I saw in Guyana.
The characters of Jack Watson as the irrepressible Regimental Sergeant Major Sandy Young, Richard Harris as Captain Rafer Janders and the dialogue between Hardy Kruger (Second Lieutenant Pieter Coetzee) and Winston Ntshona (President Julius Lambani) gripped my attention. There were numerous outstanding barbs. “That was ludicrous, sir, you are jumping from an airplane, not a whore house window” …R.S.M. Sandy Young (Jack Watson) chastising Lieutenant Shawn Flynn (Roger Moore) is perhaps the standout lines of the movie. The political ideology may perhaps prefer the exchanges between Lieutenant Pleter Cootze (Hardy Kruger) and President Julius Lambani (Winston Ntshona). “Freedom is only a word for a new oppressor” Lambani reasoning with Cootze was simply a most memorable and rational statement
I realize today, after more than thirty years, they still do. Although I am aware the wild geese is simply choreograph, a fictional depiction of betrayal of contractual agreement, loyalty amongst friends, the need for Blacks and Whites to live together in peace in Southern Africa, and most of the bloodletting which occurs when Ruthless Dictators overthrow the man of the people and make deals with unscrupulous foreign businessmen. The main interests of the foreigners are the exploitation of the nations’ resources for the benefit of their personal prestige in western society. I still became emotionally overwhelmed. The scenes which included the characters of Richard Burton, Roger Moore, and Richard Harris remain delightful
THE WILD GEESE EXTRAS
In the section referred to as special features and/or The Wild Geese extras
; There is found under the heading, “Stars War – the making of The Wild Geese”, the following narrative:
“In 1968 a mysterious Dakota landed at Kariba in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) in the middle of the night carrying dead and battle-scarred mercenaries.
The fact was reported in some papers the next day and there was speculation that a famous president was on board.
But to this day nobody knows. The whole incident has been shrouded in a mysterious silence.”
Has evidence been found to support the claims made in the above statements? If proven - who is the President suggested?
THE FLIGHT OF THE WILD GEESE
I particularly love the lyrics and the phrasing of the song - the flight of The Wild Geese – written and performed by Joan Armatrading.
“That was ludicrous sir you are jumping from an airplane not a whore house window” …RSM Sandy Young (Jack Watson) chastising Lieutenant Shawn Flynn (Roger Moore)
The New York Knicks has a record of two wins and two losses following their fourth game of the 2010-2011 NBA season. I must confess neither management nor players are fascinating. I remain unimpressed. I am as emotionally detached from The New York Knicks today as I was when I was made aware that Patrick Ewing was no longer in their plans. Today their program seems to reflect their pursuit of other teams’ undesirable high-priced ball players. Again the team seems to be going nowhere fast, albeit it’s only the fourth game of the season. Certainty that’s nothing new there. What would Yogi say about the current version of The New York Knicks? Perhaps something in the nature of this – it gets late, early. The New York Knicks could not possibly produce another miserable season, this season. The question is simply this – could the New York Knicks as presently constituted make the playoffs? What statements will they make if they get there?
Major League Baseball
The New York Yankees are out of it. The New York Mets never really possessed a prayer. Who cares about Major League Baseball season 2010? Wake me up when the off season starts. It could be very interesting if not downright entertaining. What would Cashman and the current ownership do about Derek and his contract? Would they treat Derek in similar cold fashion as they did Bernie now that George is dead and gone? What is the immediate future for the careers of Posada, Mariano, and Andy?
Would the New York Mets finally build their team around David Wright and rid themselves of Reyes, Beltran, Perez, and all those high priced statistics acquiring ballplayers? What have they won? Except of course the Wilpons allowed Omar to hand out gratuities to them for performances elsewhere while dismissing a proven winner in Willie Randolph in the wee hours of the early morning? The Wilpons and their version of the New York Mets are the comedians of MLB. They are a far cry from the bruising, hard partying, hard hitting, flame throwing and champions of 1986. The 1986 edition of the New York Mets is a team many of us will forever cherish although to be really honest I really think the core of that ball club underachieved. They were the best team in baseball 1985-1988 but their record does not reveal that indeed it does not. They only won one championship in that period and to crown it all they were chocking and struggling during the playoffs of 1986. They did not resemble the steam rollers they were in the regular season.
350 million US Dollars
The New York Yankees and the New York Mets invest nearly 350 million US dollars yearly on their franchises. Such a number of dollars would do wonders for Guyana’s economy and social economic development. Not even politicians as out of control and corrupt as those of the current versions of the PPP/C and the Burnham-Hoyte PNC/R regime of the immediate past would not be allowed to continue to not reproduce positive results such as a measure of investment in the development of the nation in all phases. One would expect Guyana to be lit up daily like the spruce they put up every Christmas in New York City from hydroelectric power supply and roads constructed along the banks of the four primary rivers from the coast of the Atlantic Ocean to the main centers in the Rupununi district and beyond into Brazil.
National Football League
It seems the best bets are the New York Giants and the New York Jets. Even if it’s early. Even if it’s a mirage. It’s most welcomed in New York City. Yes, those ball clubs perform in New Jersey. Who care where they play? They represent New York City.
CRICKET
West Indies test cricket and cricket in the West Indies is very ugly these days. That’s the simple and absolute truth. When your best batsman is in the mold of Shivnarine Chandrapaul; how could that be worth your time for enquiry and heaven forbid it your entertainment dollar? How about the selection of Darren Sammy and Brendan Nash as Captain and as vice-Captain of the West Indies test cricket team, respectively? There is an absolute requirement to check the officials of West Indies’ Cricket Board for illegal drug usage. What on earth are they consuming? What’s more? What is the West Indies cricket Board selling to patrons? Why neocolonialism in the English-speaking Caribbean? Haven’t they either heard of Kwame N’Krumah or read his writings? That seems like a prerequisite for holding office in the Caribbean these days. Perhaps, those clowns are suffering from amnesia. They may have for gotten the days of slavery and indenture ships in the Caribbean basin.
The West Indies’ selectors chose only one Guyanese Chandrapaul in a fifteen man touring team to Sri Lanka winter 2010. What does that say about Guyanese cricketers? It seems gone are the days when five Guyanese; Kanhai, Butcher, Gibbs, Lloyd, and Fredericks were regularly selected. In the early 1970s Kallicharran would be amongst the five. Butcher retired in 1989. In fact as many as six Kanhai, Butcher, Gibbs, Lloyd, Camacho and Fredericks toured Australia in the winter of 1968. Do you think Guyana should separate itself from West Indies’ Test Cricket and participate in the international arena as a nation fielding its own team? Is there any binding charter which would not permit such a scenario? Well let’s hope the selectors will fashion the West Indies’ test cricket team with youngsters, in the near future. I would love to witness Jonathon Foo, Davendra Bishoo, and Brandon Bess from Berbice and Adrian Barath playing test cricket, regularly. The West Indies test cricket teams lose regularly with Gayle, Sarwan, Chandrapaul, Benn and Bravo and four quick bowlers. Why not play the youngsters and a number of spinners?
I cannot imagine any test team worrying themselves about Nash and Sammy. It is obvious, neither Nash nor Sammy really merits a place in the test team. The talent of Nash and Sammy simply does not require me to be interested in their performances. Where are this era’s Fredericks, Kallicharran, Kanhai, Butcher, Lloyd, Gibbs, and Croft?
The West Indies’ selectors rationale bypassing Gayle and selecting Sammy bear little or no semblance the choice of Sobers over Hunte. The case could have been made for either player. They deserved. Sobers and Hunte were great cricketers. Sammy has experienced only a cup of coffee. He appeared in only eight test matches covering six years. Historians of West Indies test cricket are likely to find that perhaps only at the beginning of the West Indies in the international arena has captains with fewer appearances were chosen. However, I do recall the idiots wanting to choose Cousin David Holford, and /or Joey Carew over Clive Lloyd as the Captain of the West Indies test cricket team. I still believe neither Holford nor Carew should have played test cricket. They were both horrible, at best. The initial selection of Holford was simply an appeasement of Gary Sobers. It’s an absolute blessing common sense prevailed and the rest is history.
OUT OF CONTROL
Almost every time I write an article which is critical of the PPP/C, the Jagans, Jagdeo and whomever is connected with the PPP/C, a few indo-Guyanese especially from Skeldon, and a few enclaves on the East Coast of Demerara throw up a lot of venom, rather needlessly. Perhaps, a few clowns, fanatics, idiots will do so again. I must rather admit at times I found it rather amusing. Then, when I reminisce respecting the efforts of school teachers such as Harold Christopher Scarder, Jacob Stanford Ralph James Alfred Trotman, Donald Ashley Bevel Trotman, Carlton Paton Melbourne, Joseph Parkinson, Tappin Johnson Elliott, Prince Johnson Patterson, Cecil Orpheus Philbertus Patterson, Muriel Sancho (Muriel Ross), Winslade Simon, Henry Chin, Bourne (Blairmont), Hubert Alfred Thompson, Moore (Skeldon) and others I am overcome with the sense of responsibility to reveal truth and exercise control of emotions.
Here we go again
I noticed East Indians did not arrive in Trinidad until May 30, 1845 onboard The Fatel Rozack. It seems to me; 1845 was a pivotal year in the economics of the British West Indies. By that I am most certainly reflecting on the exploits of British Capital investment in the plantation economy in the Caribbean basin. I am absolute. Sure indentureships were resumed in the colony of British Guiana in 1845. Also, East Indian laborers were shipped to plantations in Jamaica in 1845. However, as you should be aware by now two ships “Whitby” and “Hesperus” sailed up the Demerara River on May 5, 1838. East Indian indentured laborers disembarked at Vreed-en-Hoop on the West Bank of the river. They were sent primarily to the plantations of John Gladstone in Demerara.
By 1894 East Indians started to voice their opinions and clamoring for political enfranchisement. Rev. Bronkhurst and Joseph Ruhomon were the leading advocates. By December 31, 1899, several others joined the call for all phases of socioeconomic empowerment. The Luckhoo brothers joined their cousin Joseph Ruhomon, Drepaul of Achlyne; the Wharton brothers, Thomas Flood, Gul Mohammed Khan, Bechu and a number of interpreters came to the forefront of advocacy of grievances on behalf of the masses of East Indians in the colony of British Guiana.
The establishment of the British Guiana East Indian Association with its organ the Indian Opinion brought the cry of reformation in an articulate manner regularly in print. Seeram emerged out of this era. However, it was Ayube Edun who gave East Indians females a real female champion, Eleanor Sewdin, both the young and older females could imitate. Apparently Eleanor Sewdin was birthed on the Corentyne coast. There was quite a commotion following her being elected chairperson of the Rose Hall Village district. In fact, there was a court case launched by Batson to unseat her claiming she resided at Plantation Port Mourant by operated a place of business at Rose Hall Village. The problem was proof of residency on the surface. But make no mistake the underlying cause was sexism more so than racism. Let me make it absolutely clear that in a number of the disturbances and riots East Indian females played initial and leading roles. They were not sitting around waiting for the birthing of Cheddi Jagan in 1918. They were not praying to some statute for the Jewess Janet Rosenberg to arrive in the colony of British Guiana via Chicago via Czechoslovakia in the 1940s. I am very sure Vishnu and his son Krishna would not wish Janet Jagan upon slave-masters and those who conned East Indians into leaving India for locations around the globe in the nineteenth century. Why then would those black gods set her upon the African Guyanese populace is beyond my imagination? Guyanese must guard against such a recurrence. Foreigners must never ever again be allowed to occupy high offices in the land. On the other hand, why stop with Janet Rosenberg? Why not encourage either Bill Gates or Michael Bloomberg to be President of Guyana for two terms and/ or as long as they are inclined. I am positive. They would at least bring with them economic development. What did Janet Jagan do - besides being a disruptive force in the political arena – and thereby exacerbating the imagined differences between the two major groups of nonwhites in Guyana?
In recent times you and I have witnessed the rise of Kamla in Trinidad and Tobago. Now therefore tell me where is the East Indian female of Guyana capable of rising in Guyanese politics as Kamla did in Trinidad and Tobago? Who can be so identified? Stop your sobbing and answer the question Guyanese females – where are you? Your men have destroyed the magnificent province. It is high time you put down the pot spoons, stop being housewives and demand that you be the part of the decision making process. In fact; why not demand to be the decision makers, and the law makers? Aren’t you tired and sick of the unnecessary violence which have buried many of our people especially our young people? Now if you don’t stand upon your own two legs and use your heads and reject that which is clearly not working in your best interests and safety and national interests whose fault is that.
And one more thing - there were numerous persons of East Indian heritage who never supported the PPP/C party and they are not enemies of their heritage or the people of Guyana and that for Sure. Will the Guyanese Kamla Arise? It does not really matter whether she is East Indian, Portuguese, Amerindian, and African or Chinese; Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jewish, Rastafarian, whether religion there is or none at all really matter. She is only required to be feminine, and nationalistic the call is a simple one out of the kitchen and into the office of the President as the leading architect of our future. That’s it – nothing sinister – nothing more than simply that has been spelt out Females are you up to the task. Do not tell me you are not ready yet – that seems so male chauvinistic to my thought process.
Rumours or Truth
Is Jagdeo related to Cheddi Jagan? Did the mother of Jagdeo birthed children with an African-Guyanese? A number of years ago I heard it said Jagdeo has relatives who are considered African-Guyanese. I was pretty certain the gossipers stated his sister mothered a number of children whom common place persons would refer to as Douglas. However, a few days ago, I heard several indo-Guyanese stating it’s his mother. More over, Jagdeo is related to Cheddi Jagan. Was there some extramarital activities occurring?
There are also persons claiming to have been involved in the trafficking of illegal narcotic drugs from Guyana to the USA during the Burnham era and with the knowledge of Burnham’s participation and interest. Could he have simply googled the names of locations in the county of Essequebo? It is quite plausible. But is it factual? Who would dare to substantiate the truth of the matter? Must the truth be buried and remain unknown? I think not.
While such unsolicited commentary may or may not have any merit - You ought to be well aware by now it is always open season on the lives of notable persons and/ or people in the spotlight. It just seems to occur with gross regularity and beyond political and/or ethnic boundaries.
THE WILD GEESE
I borrowed the thirtieth anniversary edition of the Wild Geese. Richard Burton, Roger Moore, Richard Harris, and Hardy Kruger are the leading actors of the film. African actors, John Kani, and Winston Ntshona, Stewart Granger, and Jack Watson also have prominent roles in the motion picture. The Wild Geese is the only movie I saw at Crescent cinema in Mackenzie on the Demerara River. I am quite sure it was the last movie I saw in Guyana.
The characters of Jack Watson as the irrepressible Regimental Sergeant Major Sandy Young, Richard Harris as Captain Rafer Janders and the dialogue between Hardy Kruger (Second Lieutenant Pieter Coetzee) and Winston Ntshona (President Julius Lambani) gripped my attention. There were numerous outstanding barbs. “That was ludicrous, sir, you are jumping from an airplane, not a whore house window” …R.S.M. Sandy Young (Jack Watson) chastising Lieutenant Shawn Flynn (Roger Moore) is perhaps the standout lines of the movie. The political ideology may perhaps prefer the exchanges between Lieutenant Pleter Cootze (Hardy Kruger) and President Julius Lambani (Winston Ntshona). “Freedom is only a word for a new oppressor” Lambani reasoning with Cootze was simply a most memorable and rational statement
I realize today, after more than thirty years, they still do. Although I am aware the wild geese is simply choreograph, a fictional depiction of betrayal of contractual agreement, loyalty amongst friends, the need for Blacks and Whites to live together in peace in Southern Africa, and most of the bloodletting which occurs when Ruthless Dictators overthrow the man of the people and make deals with unscrupulous foreign businessmen. The main interests of the foreigners are the exploitation of the nations’ resources for the benefit of their personal prestige in western society. I still became emotionally overwhelmed. The scenes which included the characters of Richard Burton, Roger Moore, and Richard Harris remain delightful
THE WILD GEESE EXTRAS
In the section referred to as special features and/or The Wild Geese extras
; There is found under the heading, “Stars War – the making of The Wild Geese”, the following narrative:
“In 1968 a mysterious Dakota landed at Kariba in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) in the middle of the night carrying dead and battle-scarred mercenaries.
The fact was reported in some papers the next day and there was speculation that a famous president was on board.
But to this day nobody knows. The whole incident has been shrouded in a mysterious silence.”
Has evidence been found to support the claims made in the above statements? If proven - who is the President suggested?
THE FLIGHT OF THE WILD GEESE
I particularly love the lyrics and the phrasing of the song - the flight of The Wild Geese – written and performed by Joan Armatrading.
“That was ludicrous sir you are jumping from an airplane not a whore house window” …RSM Sandy Young (Jack Watson) chastising Lieutenant Shawn Flynn (Roger Moore)
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