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               By  Hubert  Williams

Boston, Massachusetts, October 21, 2014 — In 2003, in a lengthy document sent the office of Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton, reacting to her extremely well presented book “Living History”, I had expressed misgivings over societal weaknesses and the emerging role of well-educated, highly-placed working women which could have the unintended consequence under Democracy of an ‘underclass’ literally controlling small jurisdictions such as those in the English-speaking Caribbean… and, in the fullness of time, large jurisdictions, too.

She is absolutely a “women’s libber” and a very strong proponent of an education system which separates girls and boys, particularly at the secondary and tertiary levels. Of her own experience at Wellesley College in Boston (one of the world’s foremost women’s universities), she wrote:

“Unlike some of the smart girls in my high school, who felt pressure to forsake their own ambitions for more traditional lives, my Wellesley classmates wanted to be recognized for their ability, hard work and achievements. This may explain why there is a disproportionate number of women’s college graduates in professions in which women tend to be under-represented.” Continue reading

Cricket: Where have all the tall men gone ? – By Hubert Williams

Cricket: Where have all the tall men gone ? – By Hubert Williams


Former West Indies Test cricketer Ian Bishop seems a giant against small- statured Dwayne Bravo, captain of the West Indies limited-overs team in India

A little while ago, I used the photograph at the bottom of this article to make a comparison between the stature of most of today’s leading West Indies cricketers and the giants in many opposing teams of the other cricket-playing countries, and asked the question: Where have all the tall men gone?

A photo today of a scene in India provides the answer: They have drifted into the past, and are re-emerging as broadcasters. Just look at the photo here of a current West Indies major player and a major one from the past: Dwayne Bravo seems a tiny mite standing beside retired player Ian Bishop.  Continue reading

Running Back Home to a Guyanese ‘Crismus’ – by Hubert Williams (1975)

christmas-treeRunning Back Home to a Guyanese ‘Crismus’

A treat by Hubert Williams, who does his own “creole ting”….  Caribbean Contact, December, 1975.

Our Thanks to Param Sharma for retyping this old article by Hubert Williams and submitting it to Guyanese Online.

All roun de wurl dey gone lookin for greener pastures, but den evry year-end droves o’ dem duz cum runnin back home cause, dey tel we, noway else aint gat Crismus like Guyana Crismus.

Jus look at dem:  in fancy clothes an big kickah shoes wuh dey pic outa catalog, talkin wid akcent an spennin money wile. But is true wuh dese Guyanese immigrunts seh … we crismus is boss.

Is really a potpourri of a lotta tings. We duz celebrate it wid de frenzy of Latin Americans, riddum of West Indians, de appetite of Africans an’ Asians, likker-guzzing capacity of Europeans, an de staying power of de Vietcong.

Is dats why noway else cyant match we Crismus.    Continue reading

Leap Of Love – By Hubert Williams

Twin-TowersLeap Of Love

By Hubert Williams

On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, like hundreds of millions worldwide, I watched in awe at the dramatic scenes unfolding on the television screen. Our anguish was common. The impact of this incredible disaster was to become more personal. My AA flight scheduled for September 12th, out of Barbados to New York, was cancelled, like so many other flights across America and around the globe; one of my sisters, Mrs. Walterine “Wendy” Sears, was halfway bound to New York from London where she resides when the British Airways flight turned around for its return to Heathrow Airport; and another sister, Mrs. Frances “Jean” Griffith, who held a manager’s position with the huge American Insurance Group (AIG) in a neighbouring skycraper, was among the dust-covered, panicked thousands running wildly from the Manhattan disaster zone towards the relative safety of the Brooklyn Bridge.   But for me, the truly unforgettable scenes that day were those of innocent people trapped up high and jumping from the burning towers.  Continue reading

WHO ARE WE ? – By Hubert Williams

WHO  ARE  WE ? – By Hubert Williams

By de Gaulle’s ire, mere mounds of dust
Molded by coralstone and pyroclastic flows
But these lovely islands of the sun Indies
Should not be judged merely by what is seen
Though tiny objects rebuffing waves
Within and below they link great continents
From north to south this natural chain extends
Creating a people’s bridge from centuries past
All shades traversed from the globe’s four points
Converging and merging their unique traits
Into vibrant new nations on the world stage
Hibiscus, croton, oleander, bougainvillea
They gloriously reflect our people’s hues
With no shade superior, and none suborned
Colourful identity, that’s bolstered with pride
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Following in the Footsteps of Dr. Martin Luther King – By Hubert Willians


Following in the Footsteps of  Dr. Martin Luther King

By Hubert Williams 

Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts — Finally, I have followed in the footsteps of one of America’s greatest patriots of modern times, the civil rights martyr Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, and have stayed at the imposing seafront residence where he was accommodated during visits to this celebrated vacation centre in the US northeast.

[Read more Footsteps of Dr Martin Luther King – Hubert Williams]

Francis Quamina Farrier in Boston – by Francis Farrier


By: Francis Farrier

My week-end in Boston was like the two masks which are mounted on the front wall of a Theatre or on a Theatre programme; One a smiling mask, the other with a sad expression.

I arrived in Boston on Friday evening, April 12, 2013. It was not only very cold but rainy and wet. Even Bostonians were shivering. This was not like my previous visit to that historic American city  when it was warm are so much more welcoming weather-wise.

My friend Gus Corbin, who was the principal organizer of my visit, met me at the Bus terminal where, together with his daughter Michelle, I was driven to the Comfort Inn. Michelle Corbin played a vital role in the production, including producing the classy promotion flyers. On Saturday, Gus and I toured around the bustling downtown area of Boston, as we put in place the details for my Storytelling and Poetry reading programme for the following evening.   Continue reading

Barrels of Problems in Barbados – by Hubert Williams

Barrels of Problems  in Barbados

By  Hubert  Williams

Barrels - Bridgetown PortBridgetown, Barbados, Jan 14, 2013 — There is something rotten in the Port of Bridgetown, but the circumstances are of such that it will not be easy for the authorities to unmask all of the perpetrators, because those involved likely operate in groups and most probably guard each other’s backs.

My experiences with the Port have brought me to sharper realization that unless one treads in another’s path, and learns at first hand how he/she has suffered, there is little chance of really comprehending the true scale of his/her experiences.    Continue reading

Violence in America – By Hubert Williams

Dear Cyril:

As I feared in my article “Violence in America”  published five months ago (see article below), both candidates – President Barack Obama and Governor Mitt Romney – avoided any serious discussion of the critical problem of gun violence/control in the United States during campaigning for the November 6 Presidential Elections…. And, sad to say, the present horror in Newtown, Connecticut, again brings widespread remorse, but will most certainly be repeated….because a more strident voice will rise in defence of Americans’ constitutional right to bear arms, than for the protection of innocent children. Yes… as I reminded in the article, violence is as American as cherry pie.

My reading of the elements of this latest and very distressing massacre suggests it is a disastrous climax to a long festering domestic difficulty… so, a son not only ends his mother’s life but also exacts vengeance on that upon which he felt, very likely mistakenly, she was lavishing greater affection, time and attention than it was his right to expect at home, to the children in her class at school. He not only destroyed her, but also destroyed those towards whom his mindless jealousy told him she showed greater love.  So often, so much in life is just a matter of perception.

Just imagine… someone so warped can walk into a store in the United States of America and purchase assault and other weapons of death just as easily as I can walk into a candy store next door and purchase a bar of Cadbury’s Whole Nut Chocolate.

  Violence in America  – pub July 27, 2012

   By  Hubert Williams                  Continue reading

Division is the strength of a Democracy – Hubert Williams

Division is the strength of a Democracy

 By  Hubert  Williams

Boston, Massachusetts, Nov 10  — As Barack Hussein Obama, 51, returns in glory to the White House, Willard Mitt Romney, 65, begins his drift into America’s political wilderness, very likely hereafter concentrating on further wealth accumulation through business, while seeking to promote increased Mormon awareness of the country’s religious and demographic realities.

Last Tuesday’s verdict and the loss of all major “battleground” states was a crushing blow to Mr. Romney’s ambitions and hopes, though it by no means heralds the end of the Republican Party. The multi-party system of democracy remains alive and well in the United States, although the country’s racists and right-wingers would contend not.           Continue reading

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