Unrest spreads in Jamaica – CNN.com
I am freaked out about the violence going on in Jamaica. I look at some of the images and know exactly where this is; down to the Pizza Hut sign. Don’t get me started as what the heck is Pizza Hut doing in Jamaica. Nah bredren!! babylon bread gwan kill you. My Dad is in Jamaica, my stepbrother, stepsister (Stepmom in Boston Whew). My Two friends who I knew as small boys are there. I haven’t heard from them yet.
The crazy thing about all this, I mean the absolutely crazy making thing is as I am feeling all this. I get a call from a co-worker and he are talking about some work. I don’t even remember how the conversation turned but he says “aren’t you used to it I, Don’t they just have huts in Jamaica? Isn’t that where you lived?” I actually called him a name and lost my cool in the joking crazy way. You know what I am talking about immigrants when someone says something derogatory about your home you kind of laugh it off, or go silent. I had to do a lot of work just to feel like I could tell him that was a dumb fucking thing to say. I still feel it worry and anger wrapped up in my chest, waiting for me to jump up and down on someone. Then I remember the strength of my Jamaican grandfather. I don’t know much of his life I just knew I was around him for some very formative years in my life. He seemed strong/ calm/ powerful and he didn’t need to get mad (mostly). His Power seemed about surviving, working for his family, doing the best he could. He is what I remember most/long for the most about Jamaica.
Jamaica remember your strength, your power, put down the guns. Resolve it, whatever it is, calmly, strongly and with the conviction everything will work out.
Love you my Island
