Dogs in politics. Dogs of politics.

Jun 30, 2010 Features / Columnists, Freddie Kissoon

Let me relate to you two political episodes in which I was involved last year, one of which caused me to be livid and my emotions were about to rage out of control, the other was when my disgust was about to turn into insults.
One evening, a certain little fascist walked into Kaieteur News and protested that the paper didn’t seek his viewpoints over a police arrest of his child. I was sitting next to Dale Andrews and heard when the tiny dictator uttered these words to one of the seniors – “You didn’t speak to me when you carried your report.” I jumped from my seat and tore into him. I asked him since when he knows about the rights to which people are entitled.
I became more enraged when he said to me, “I am not speaking to you.” My emotions started to act up. Editor Harris and publisher Lall then took him upstairs. Had he remained in my view I would have continued the saga. He was atrociously impertinent to come to the Kaieteur News and demand rights that he, along with King Kong and his acolytes, do not give to the citizens of this land.
Long after that encounter, I walked into KN a Saturday night and saw the reporters taking a story from two sons of a businessman who complained bitterly about what this very tiny dictator did to their father’s property, the destruction of which was featured in both independent dailies.
The other tale was one of disgust. Four of us from KN were chatting outside of KN offices on the pavement when we saw this politician walking on the pavement going south on Saffon Street. He was coming in our direction with his usual entourage of seven underlings. This man cannot see how comical he looks, walking all over Georgetown with seven underlings who appear as his slaves.
I told my KN colleagues that he would come up and shake our hands but my hands will not be extended. One staffer left. He shook the hands of the other two KN journalists and I stood there with my hands to my side.
I showed him the gutter outside of the offices of KN and how it was overflowing with mud. He was impudent enough to tell me; “Why don’t you volunteer to clean it,” which was met with the rebuttal; “Why don’t you, with all the money you have been earning for all these shares from the public purse?” As he walked away I asked him what he was trying to prove carrying all those subordinate staff he perambulates the streets of Georgetown with. There are two explanations for my attitudes on these two separate occasions.
One is that these little fascists are barefaced creatures. They can deny you your rights which are enshrined in the Constitution and for which my hero, Walter Rodney, lost his life, yet they can come to you, get into your face and tell you about the rights you have to extend to them.
No other person is egregiously guilty of this than Dr. Prem Misir. He lectures the independent dailies on the principles of journalism yet sits on the boards of most of the state media entities where journalism resides in the gutter.
The other reason has to do with the content of my chemistry. No dictator in this land is going to ruin my country then amicably walk up to me to have me stretch out my hand, have me listen to comforting words which are lies, as if I am his slave and he is the lord. The danger with that kind of servility is that at the psychological level, these dictators will think they are in fact superior human beings.
These people are cruel animals that need to be confronted. Take the latest fascist manifestation. An elderly Guyanese-American man bought his expensive vehicle in the US, drove it in the US without any fascist intervention. No customs officer in the US told him he was too old to own such an expensive car. Love for Guyana caused him to re-migrate. His sons collected their cars from the wharves but the father’s vehicle is being held up.
The messengers of the fascist dictators have bluntly told the gentleman; “We think you are too old to drive such a vehicle, we think there is more to it than that.” Can you imagine the level of fascism that the PPP Government and their racist state agents have brought this country to?
And to think that this man’s story was reported in this newspaper and no one as yet has come to his rescue.

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