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Apr 18, 2010 Features / Columnists, Freddie Kissoon
Is there a medical instrument that can test how the mind is working the way a cardiogram or stethoscope functions? It would be a moment of exhilarating fascination if a machine can do that. What would have passed through the minds of the listeners to the formal speeches of President Jagdeo, his Ministers and their lackeys when they address formal business functions? Inevitably the private media comes in for severe-tongue lashing and the reverberations are always the same, boring nonsense – Guyana is making great strides, but the private media spread false news and spew scandalous rumours.
You can make hundreds of millions of dollars if the bookies used to accept bets whenever President Jagdeo makes a presentation before the business class. Once you wager that Mr. Jagdeo is going to paint a portrait of wonderful developments and accuse the private media of vilifying his government, you will collect handsomely.
The latest reverberation came at the opening of the Roti Hut’s branch at the airport. The Guyana Times went far, very far and concluded that Guyana has been a sleeping giant that has awakened. In response to President Jagdeo’s Roti Hut outburst, I did a column telling the Roti Hut owner (whom I know very well) that despite Mr. Jagdeo’s overflowing progress, when the rainy season comes his Albert Street business will be flooded.
It is so easy to predict Mr. Jagdeo and his Cabinet. We had desert-like weather conditions for almost six months and one day of rain last Thursday washed away Mr. Jagdeo’s phenomenal progress and the sleeping giant woke up only to be drowned in a Regent Street trench.
The little fascists will tell you that securing the city from floods is the City Council’s task. But they can only fool their faraway supporters who are blind like them. The Government overrides the City Council and refuses to grant the City Council its own blueprint for raising money. Only an idiotic supporter of the PPP will believe that the City Council alone can prevent flooding of Georgetown and its environs.
Wouldn’t it have been nice for all those who believe Mr. Jagdeo’s portrait of great strides to have visited the entire capital of Guyana last Thursday? It was a scene of a country lost forever. But if you think Guyana is a land that time has left behind, you have to see Le Repentir cemetery. The last time I went in that Jurassic Park was about five years ago to attend the burial of the father-in-law of Colin Smith, the editor of the Catholic Standard. I had to climb upon tomb after tomb to get to the burial site. I looked down on one of the tombs I was on and read that it belonged to the Chief Justice of Guyana in the late forties and early fifties. It was completely demolished. I went home that afternoon and did a column of what I saw.
I went back to Le Repentir last Wednesday for the burial of Joy Duncan. This country has gone out of existence. It is no longer a country. It is a graveyard of nihilism and the Guyana Times’ sleeping giant has indeed arisen from his slumber and has devoured the territory. Le Repentir cemetery in Guyana is the worst eyesore a human being can see. No country should call itself a sovereign state when you see what that burial ground looks like. I urge all the people of Georgetown, not to bury their loved ones there. No human being who has left this life deserves to have a final resting place as what lies north of Princes Street in Georgetown.
How can any Guyanese still maintain their dignity after listening to the showers of praise on their government by Mr. Jagdeo and his underlings when they attend official functions knowing what Le Repentir looks like? Why should any decent Guyanese sit in an audience and take in the glorified propaganda about Guyana making progress when people have to bury their loves ones in the worst cemetery in the world?
You know Mr. Jagdeo and his underlings love to criticize Freddie Kissoon. Well, Freddie Kissoon was nowhere on the UG campus last Thursday when the students were in a revolutionary mood, locking up the campus in protest against UG’s primitive state. They even locked the Vice-Chancellor out of his office. Freddie Kissoon wasn’t there and Freddie Kissoon wasn’t part of the plan. God help those who have to sit and listen to those praises of fictional progress.
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