Let’s not waste the next six months

Jul 02, 2019 Editorial

Six months have come and gone in 2019. What does Guyana have to show for it? From a hard and honest examination: absolutely nothing. Even more disturbingly, there is neither discomfort nor alarm over how events have not progressed, nor any misgivings as to what that portends.
Looking back, six months is the equivalent of looking back sixty years. The days roll back, and it is almost 1960. There were physical “disturbances” brewing then; there are ferocious rhetorical stirrings now. The physical looks ominous.
Without daring to jump ahead, the succeeding six months promise such physical disturbances, but only on a more savaging scale. That is, unless people rethink and reposition for the greater good.
Lines are being drawn: inflexible and determined with the finality of the immovable object and compulsive force meeting in jarring collision. Men with ambitions and visions declare themselves willing to travel down a certain road wherever such leads; and it leads to what now appears to be a rising inevitability.
The stakes are high; to the winner, the prize is worth the risks. Lesser gambles have been made and ended up in the same devastating depths. Nobody pays attention.
Nobody remembers the times of yore: of burnings and beatings that are now antiquated, the relics of another era: pedestrian and inconsequential, by modern methods. Today, things are massively more hi-tech, with the machinery to make mayhem wherever and however it pleases. Since that it is what is wished for, then that it could be.
Since the break of January (perhaps, late December) it has been collective sitting on hands; the convergence of individual and group suspension. Both are committed to the long haul of waiting for the maintenance of the continuum that stagnates commerce; sets in motion the plans of criminals; and keeps the aircraft of state circling at high attitudes. There is no visibility. There is no approaching. There is no communication.
Relative to communication, a slight correction is in order: there is communication between plane and planet. It is just that the languages are different, the interpretations and comprehensions misleading and sucking into vortexes of dangerous descents and of no return.
That has been the readings and realities since January. Rational citizens would be hard pressed to venture forth and submit otherwise. Things are that precariously perched; that bad, and sickeningly so.
Where to in the next half of what seems already to be a lost and wasted year? What could be possibly salvaged? Who wants to roll up sleeves, and wear down fingernails to the quick to tear down the stones that trap in the most troubling of places?
At the end of the day, it is not those kindly (believed cautious and sagacious) folks from over there in the Caribbean Sea. No! the next six months, starting right now, must see the manmade disaster that is Guyana confronted and addressed by the manly that resides right here. The question is this: does this country have that kind of man? The kind of man (and minds) that mean to move mountains? And then do so?
The next six months will tell, as to who and what Guyanese really are, where they want to go, and how they will go about getting there. Be it so in one piece, as one nation, with one destiny. That is a lot of the same word, with a powerful emphasis: ONE.
Somehow and by some grace, that has to be the collective objective. The current political separation of de facto racial partition takes where this society has always been and languished: in the doldrums of 1960 and closer.
Let this much be said: anyone who refuses to acknowledge those truths is unwise. Anyone who rejects movement towards a time and opportunity to overcome that legacy is even more unwise. Beginning today, the next six months will matter than any other time in the history of this country.

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