Jamaican Till I Die!

Migrant bodies floating on an ocean One of the main difference between some people I know and myself, is that they still have hope in humanity, still believe in humanity and still have faith in humanity. They still believe that Humanity can change and they can help change Humanity. Even after all their years on this planet and after going through centuries of human history. I am shocked that some people still believe that human beings are going to change, be more loving, more caring, more peaceful and coexist in harmony. I am still wondering why, which planet have you been living on? Yes we can find good decent individuals but as a people we are destined for more of the same, more mass violence and a vicious cycle of self-destruction. How can people still believe and my question to you is, what are you seeing that I am not seeing? I am very happy for you to tell me that I am blind and not looking deeper and for you to show me the error of my ways. Make me see a light at the e...

Chicago’s crime rate continues to rise: 41 shootings reported over the weekend... Does the attitude of the American society in general contribute to the increase in black on black crime? Do the powers that be even care, or is it a matter of black violence, black problem, who cares... so long as that problem is confined to black areas and not a threat. I have been reading various comments on messaging boards regarding crime in America and it is clear that some white Americans take great pleasure in pointing out that the level of Black on Black crime is proof that blacks are inferior and genetically predisposed to crime and violence, some are certainly enjoying themselves at the expense of human misery. They do not see this as an American problem, no, to them America is quite fine and operating within normal parameters, since the people committing the crimes are of African origin which proves that they are savages and in their world everything is hunky dory. What made it even w...

I hope y’all had the good fortune to enjoy the beautiful starry sky last night. Today finds me in a reflective mood. Yesterday morning my grandfather died. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2005 and spent the past 7 years living the kind of life that comes with that diagnosis; an operation, numerous doctors’ visits, prescription medications by the bucketful, tests upon tests, pain, and discomfort. Through it all he maintained lucidity, humour and an inner strength that was representative of his character. I hold him up as one of the most influential male figures in my life, my role model for kindness, compassion, integrity, masculinity and responsibility. The memory of his fine example will play on in my mind’s eye for the rest of my life. He will be missed. Now my view on death may seem a little different or it may not. However, my spiritual understanding sees death as another beginning, a birth, if you will, in another reality. Without getting too deeply into this, I...