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May 02, 2016 Letters
Dear Editor;
The stories keep coming in, sometimes sporadically, sometimes with the suddenness of express delivery. Most are unflattering to the new government: old guard, old ways, old mindsets, old results. A repeat performance is in the offing; an unbroken, uninterrupted spiral of what is retrogressive, what is unthinking, and what is unsatisfactory. The blinkers have to go.
This is the norm of the Great Guyanese Way at once abhorred, but also found embraceable. The powerful burgeoning presence of the old signifies that there is little place, and smaller openings for anything new to navigate past the treacherous shoals that have trapped and sheared.
Thus, there are only well ensconced old dogs with old tricks and old visions to repeat the order of olden days. This is the unchanging sameness of local change. It is an epic saga of the desultory, dashed hopes, and continuing damnation. Somewhere in the midst of all of this, there must be hope. How and from where and to what end are all elusive, except for the grace of persuasion and unswerving beliefs.
Progress without change, without movement of minds; can such happen? Those who had harbored no transcendent visions before now return in the 21st Century to sell used wares. That would be themselves: slate pencil political ancients tottering forward for one last roundup in the age of the gigabyte. They find buyers in the right places.
The power of ideas is largely absent, especially in the roiling areas that matter the most; the reach for the unthinkable, the hitherto undoable, rarely contemplated, never endeavored.
The young and bright and challenging are present in sprinkles; they wither quickly and silently; a necessary appendage, but one lacking in influence or recognized utility. Therefore, the foundation, traction, cohesion, and projection so desperately needed are marginalized, if not sacrificed, to perpetuate the hegemony of what did fail. This is not about leopards, or even chameleons; it is about gritty, unforgiving reality.
Editor, the dissenters are overwhelmingly supporters of the present; dismay rises, and disgust flits forward on barely muffled feet. I have written before that time is needed and the space of patience must be forthcoming. But still two questions must be placed in the public domain: who is going to go anyplace with lost men from a lost era?
Who can go forward, and can this place rise to its fabled promise with heralds and stewards such as these? I am willing to wager that in spite of the sharp pitch and rising decibel of these cries, only the bats are hearing. It could be because they live upside down.
GHK Lall
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