In a recent commentary to this paper I asked the question where the love is and answered my own question by saying there is no love.
Well not on the roads anymore and not in the House as we once termed our Parliament. It is said that a house divided against itself shall never prosper and this applies to us here in Cayman as it does to other places on this planet. Monday, the 5th of November meeting of our elected representatives in the House, must surely remind us of the story of the Tower of Babel. Their petty politics and self-interest was, in my humble opinion, one of the most obvious reflections of our lack of belief in the role that education and intellect should play in developing the consensus needed as a prerequisite of good governance.
The British government and its representatives in charge of the few remaining bewitched and egoistic colonial subjects are now preaching to our political leaders on a daily basis about the importance of good governance as if they have not read our history and noted that we were neglected for centuries because of our lack of rob-able resources. Never did Britain send us the missionaries, teachers, or intellectuals that would have assisted with the development of a civility among us that could now serve as the basis for the fermentation of a communality that can serve as a common denominator between us.
What we had as a common denominator before our so-called economic miracle was our common poverty, which has been effectively eroded at least until these serious times. Today we speak the same British but we each have our separate meaning and understanding as if we were at the Tower of Babel all speaking a different vernacular with none able to act as interpreters or intermediates.
A nation that boasts and brags about how many nationalities it entertains and provides for when it cannot provide for its own people is full of babel. A country that holds up to the world examples of its economic success when the earnings of its citizens represents but a small proportion of its GDP is not unlike the city of Babel. A community polarised and paralysed, yet boasts of harmony and progress, is lost in their own superficial attempts to cover up their own weaknesses. A society where politicians react in attack modes to the character and administrative failures of their opponents rather than clearly defining their own vision for their people is doomed to failures of the worst kinds.
Yet we wonder why Big Mac is acting as the big dictator and does not listen to us. But he cannot hear us because his ears have been filled with his own voice as it tries to cover up his ill framed rhetoric about nation building when in fact the only nation building he has been involved in lately is the building of his own imperial Reich to protect himself from ever being deposed.
Colonialism is the creator of political tyrants and the governor of the Cayman Islands and the FCO should know this since Great Britain created so many of such giant misfits in so many places around the Earth. Therefore the FCO and Governor need not play the fool and think that I, like Alden and Kurt, will pretend not to understand them when I haven’t got a clue of where to find the glue necessary to stick our community back together again. I say shame on the FCO and this British governor for having allowed Mr. Bush to have remained as premier long after it was obvious even to the Pope’s dog that some voodoo-man-ship was being used to sell out our country and make us citizen of Babel Bay.
If we are so confused as to make and support petty politics, and self-interest not only in our Parliament but in our dealings with each other then everything is for sale; I am for sale, you are for sale and everything is for sale because it’s a human marketplace Caymanians. When we get what we get because we are nice, inviting, cooperate yet have no concept of what a national identity really is all about and how it should really function to remove our collective babel and establish a common understanding of our common interest, we lose everything including our human worth and dignity.
I will not take sides in this false ideological battle between the PPM and the UDP and the premier and the FCO because the reason why my people have for so long neglected to see the wisdom in of my own reasoning is because the British wanted to retain our country as the last full-fledged planation; only this time they trade from here in derivatives and other white collar gambling games rather than sugar cane and bananas. I will not be so simplistic as to believe that the British government was unaware of the embedded official corruption, which started at least in the 1970s and was ripe and sweet and ready to eat by the 1980s when they introduced the Mutual Legal Assistance Treaty to Cayman, their prime real-estate that had by then given money to support their imperial war efforts against Argentina in the Fork land Islands.
Sheldon M Brown has just published two novels and although he is a fiction writer his stories show those willing to read and think more about corruption than we might ever be told by our British saviours. In his novel the Mayflower, he unravels our culture of secrecy in a compacted well written, fast paced and frightening thriller about the politics of corruption and greed in the Cayman Islands. I ask that we ask our colonised minds with all its lack of love, foolish and enslaving pride to resign now so that we can for a moment imagine that we are not citizens of the state of Babel Bay and that we can hear and understand what each is saying, regardless of how worthless and meaningless each may appear in the nation of Babel Bay that the premier wants to rule without opposition our term limit even if every time he speaks he has to eat his own pronouncements.