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The price of Bajan progress

The price of Bajan progress

GUESTXCOLUMNWhen I was knee-high, I remember going to Father Knight’s shop in Maxwell to buy groceries with my cousins. It was a time when my grandmother wrote her list with a lead pencil on a brown piece of paper and we carried our groceries in a box.

I still have memories of Father Knight looking down at me from behind the counter and I peering up at him smiling. I could see the top of the bright-red scale that rested on the counter.

The shop smelled like salt meat, red herring, salt fish, potatoes, cheese and fresh salt breads all rolled up in one. Father Knight knew everyone by name. He talked a lot and asked a million questions.

He was a source of information, even though he did not get out much because he was literally tied to the shop.

As I grew a little older, we traded in Father Knight’s shop for Hill’s Supermarket in Oistins. The only thing that I liked going there for was the ice cream. There was no friendly shopkeeper who knew me by name, or had a conversation with me that made me smile. And gone were the familiar smells of Father Knight’s shop.

The supermarket was not personalized, and even back then I recognized that it came with a price.

It has taken a lifetime for me to process what happened way back then. It was never progress. But we may have thought it was because everything was now brightly packaged. I did not understand back then that that change symbolized the breaking away from the traditions of our past which we held so dear.

The village shop, the prominent fixture in every village, the fabric that held the communities in Barbados together had started to see its demise. Today we are still reeling from the effect of what happened so long ago, when our black entrepreneurial class was significantly destroyed because Barbadians stopped patronizing them.

What makes this situation even worse is that Barbadians no longer own the supermarkets that the village shops were traded in for. Besides its social ramifications, mass retailing with all of its packaging started the garbage problems that we have today.

Mrs Burrowes was the shopkeeper in Cane Vale; she must have been the first person in the village to buy a TV. It was a black and white one, and like bees attracted to honey the children would gather at her window late in the evening and watch whatever was showing.

I remember watching Dark Shadows and afterwards feeling scared to go home. However, it was when my uncle bought a TV that I began to notice that my life was changing. Watching TV became my past-time. When my homework was finished, I was glued to that box. It became an obsession. I wanted to watch all the shows.

We no longer had to create our own entertainment; someone else provided it for us. That box which we welcomed with joy really changed us. We enjoyed because it was new and everyone else was doing the same thing –– watching TV.

It did not build creativity; all we did was sit and absorb like sponges a set of make-believe that started to change our customs, our norms, our values, the way we dressed and behaved.

Dark Shadows truly brought a dark shadow into my life. We no longer played the childhood games like we did at night. We did not sing folk songs as much. We no longer went for walks when the moon was full and the whole world looked as though it was dressed in silver. I do not think we truly understood what we were doing.

The art of good conversation which I heard as I sat and listened was disappearing too from the landscape. All the talk was about what was happening on that foreign TV. That box had begun to transform the simplicity of our lives.

So, we put away our own drums and started to dance to the beat of another drum because we thought it was progress. Progress stopped our children from playing the games I played as a child; from singing our folk songs as they gathered at night. Now, they have to learn them at school.

I wonder how many of them know of the old Bajan proverbs, or hear at bedtime stories which were passed down from one generation to the next.

All is not lost, because Lynette Eastmond is working diligently to create a film industry in Barbados, and I am hoping her efforts will be fruitful in having in Barbados a Barbywood of the Caribbean, as we have so many stories which can be put into film before they are lost to living memory.

This brings me to the standpipe, a remnant of a bygone era. I do not recall any standpipes in Cane Vale, but there was one in The Crane where we washed the sand off our feet, or sometimes rinsed away the salt water from our bodies after bathing in the sea at Foul Bay.

Decades ago, the standpipe was a permanent fixture on the Barbadian landscape. Many Barbadians armed with buckets and skillets travelled to this source of running water. They were truly the watering holes. Women gossipped as they washed their clothes, children played and even the occasional fight broke out.

The demise of the standpipe came with the advent of running water into Barbadian homes. What then seemed like a privilege is now a basic necessity for cleanliness as well as good health and sanitation. To me this was the greatest act of progress in modern Barbados, even surpassing Independence.

I believe the demise of the standpipe impacted the congregation of people, but they were far more meaningful benefits than were to be obtained from having running water in their homes.

Surely the Government of Barbados has its priorities in the wrong order. It made a choice to spend $63 million to build a new complex for the Barbados Water Authority, and another $300,000 to start off Independence celebrations when it already had information that the burst mains were affecting the water supply.

To add insult to injury the Government went ahead to compulsorily acquire land to build a waste-to-energy plant in the same area to further deplete the water supply of the people in the north. It is an embarrassment that Government values buildings and celebrations more than Barbadians having access to a water supply.

After 50 years of Independence, reverting to the use of portable standpipes rescinds any gains in the past 50 years. It seems that we are right back where we started. How can Government wish to remove the last bastion of colonialism and become a republic when it has sentenced its people to live as they did in colonial days?

I now wonder if we have lost more than we have gained, if we are using the correct measurement of progress.

Have we finally lost our minds in pursuit of brand-name clothes, constant fetes, carnivals on every bank holiday, grandeur and legacies on things that give gratification which lasts no longer than a sno-cone, that we ignore the basic needs of man?

4 Responses to The price of Bajan progress

  1. BimJim January 10, 2016 at 12:04 am

    If we want change, we must change those who govern us. And by that I mean change the two-party system and the established “characters” who tell the lies, make the promises, call the shots and make theb deals, because each in its own way does the same things that are destroying our country. I understand that Grenville Phillips has started a new political party… when the incumbent decides to call elections, it is my considered opinion that will be the time for change – real change – because we must recognise that Phillips & Co. cannot do any worse than the pair of entrenched blow-hard groups we suffer from now, who fill their own pockets and egos at our expense.

  2. Tony Waterman January 10, 2016 at 3:10 pm

    @JimBim!!!! Some time ago, i called for this exact same change, and was Instantly Called a Communist, but the fact still remains, That Westminister style of Government was NEVER intended to help the Colonies, it was in place to help the MASSA, and all we did on November 30th 1966, was to REPLACE the WHITE MASSA with THE BLACK MASSA, and even if Freundel get his Moment in Barbadian History, by ILLEGALLY taking Barbados down the Republic Road, Nothing will change, until we rid ourselves of the PARTY (GARRISON) style of Government, and institute a Government of what i call RECONSTRUCTION, a style which is TRUELY OF,FOR, and BY the People, not this Destructive Westminister/Whitehall system, let get a system which has PEOPLE as the main priority, NOT Parties.
    A Republican Style of Government, without the change(s) mentioned above will lead us nowhere, but it WILL put Freundel in the History Books, so i MUST ask the Question here and Now, is this change about Barbados, or is it about Freundel ?????

  3. Tony Waterman January 10, 2016 at 3:22 pm

    @BimJim!!!! first up sorry for Changing your Moniker, My apologies no ill was meant.
    in your opening Paragraph, i am not trying to be smarter than you or to redicule you in ANY way, but tell me!!!!!!

    Did you go to Father Knight’s shop in Maxwell to buy groceries with your cousins. or did you go to Father Knight’s shop in Maxwell with your cousins to buy groceries .

  4. Tony Waterman January 10, 2016 at 3:23 pm

    ?????????? (I forgot these)


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