Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Politics gone wrong

Politics gone wrong

Politics gone wrong ()
The current political climate in Barbados is as unpredictable as the unstable weather conditions we have been waking up to some mornings.
Our new brand and also brand new politicians are reading the problems that this 21x14 island is facing, in their own faceless, misguided, power-oriented way, with little interest in the people who they sought then and are seeking, sparing no expense to not represent, but use as the initial step to transient power.
A politician with whom I shared many an enlightening conversation once said to me: “My friend, if I buy a constituent’s vote and I win my seat, they cannot come back to me for favours, they sold me their vote, the transaction ended there.”
As I once again ponder on those words spoken over 35 years ago, the realisation comes to me clearly why today’s politician is so insensitive to the plight of the people. They (the politicians who purchased the now expensive good) owe them nothing – it was not a rental agreement, or hire purchase; the price was paid cash and in full.
Barbadians are facing life-changing challenges to which they are unaccustomed; they cannot come to grips with the new terms and conditions attached to their social and economic survival.
They – both as families and individuals – see progress slipping from their hands; private and government jobs being lost, dreams shattered and the only hope provided by the union spokesmen who workers pay to represent them, suggests that prison or the Psychiatric Hospital may be the alternative they may have to accept in the current period of induced governmental incompetence, that has led to almost brutal economic hardship.
The middle class are seeing social status, once-fought-for home ownership becoming a painful experience and higher education for their children gradually being ripped from their planned future.
While the media highlights and “cartoonises” the growing entrepreneurial skill exhibited by a secondary schoolboy, who is living in gnawing poverty, picks up African snails and sells them to maintain his family, on the other side Syrians, Indians and Jews are buying Bridgetown businesses, while vending entrepreneurs line the streets selling profit-limited bits of acquired paraphernalia constantly under the suspicious eyes of orders-driven police officers.
Meanwhile, the traditional government-favoured colonial progeny have methodically begun to move Bridgetown to Warrens, systematically creating a new class of business elite, with eyes fixed on a future, filled with opportunity for those who have the economic strength to weather the planned economic downturn away from the faltering masses.
Amidst this, all 30 well-paid men and women waffle around the perimeter, holding meetings and making how-great-they-are speeches, getting fat on the fare provided, [notwithstanding] the pending jobless masses who beg to be recognised, ever seeking that almost extinguished light of hope that once shone so brightly at the end of the Barbadian tunnel.
No, I do not want to see frustrated Barbadian masses heeding the hints suggesting marching as an alternative, poor disadvantaged men and women who are now fully cognizant of the fact that at least one of the 30 is willing to crack some heads should the need, in his opinion, arise, and now at least 20 per cent of the targeted marchers disadvantaged and unaware of the dangerous possibilities, simply because they themselves may already be feeling the effects of self-induced cracked heads and may not be able to differentiate between the cause for which they march and the damaging effect it can have on them. Please, save our country from the frightening results of politics gone dangerously wrong.


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