I loved my father regardless, and I burned with resentment and rage at the unfairness of his kingdom, while I never failed to find comfort in the island he showed me, where nothing was off limits to me, nothing denied.
Just conform, Diana, my mother said to me when I fought with my father. Conform.
So on Jamaica’s 2020 Independence Day, if we’re going to entertain the argument that statues are part of a painful history which cannot be unwritten, and therefore should remain standing, then let’s be consistent about the history written on the landforms themselves because these too are our monuments, and they deserve our recognition, respect and protection.
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For myself, I’m trying to listen, to learn, to read, and to realize not just in my head but in my heart that my own discomfort, even hurt, is infinitesimal compared to the hurt and threat and violence experienced in black lives, here and elsewhere.
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You couldn’t light-proof a house no matter what you did. You couldn’t light-proof a world.
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Diana McCaulay “That’s him!” the white man shouted. “Stop the car!” “Who? Where?” said the white...
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Diana McCaulay Incursion: An invasion or attack, especially a sudden or brief one Incursion...
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DIANA MCCAULAY During the 1990s, I spent many weekends with friends at an old house on a hill,...
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DIANA MCCAULAY I’m not going to write about the white women. It’s the turtles I want to celebrate....
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