I know how I feel about the Barbadians. Like cricket, I don't like 'em, I love 'em. But I’m not
sure how the people of Barbados feel about me. Us Brits that is. I don’t see much Union
Jack waving or pictures of the queen around. Three cheers for the good old UK? Perhaps.
Maybe they don’t feel anything, but hundreds of years of abuse has to take its toll doesn’t it? It would fill me with rage if some red coated soldiers in a big boat wearing silly hats and carrying muskets stole me away from my native home, locked me in the hull of a boat in chains, transported me to a strange place where I was beaten and my womenfolk raped as a matter of course, and I was put to work cutting sugar cane in the heat all day long without wages and barely enough to eat. Yeah, that might piss me off just a little.
Maybe they don’t feel anything, but hundreds of years of abuse has to take its toll doesn’t it? It would fill me with rage if some red coated soldiers in a big boat wearing silly hats and carrying muskets stole me away from my native home, locked me in the hull of a boat in chains, transported me to a strange place where I was beaten and my womenfolk raped as a matter of course, and I was put to work cutting sugar cane in the heat all day long without wages and barely enough to eat. Yeah, that might piss me off just a little.
Oh, we can easily make the excuse that it was a long time ago and even build an argument about
how it benefitted those slaves long term - a nice island, eduction, drainage, pizza. But that sounds like us and the Romans and it changes nothing. Britain was
the worst type of colonial tyrant, buying and selling people and doing anything and
everything they wanted to them because those people had no real value in the eyes of
the British Master Race – and make no bones about it, that’s what we were, a
Master Race in every sense of the word. No different to Hitler and his bunch
really (whoops, there I go playing the Hitler card again).
And we did it over and over again - India, China, Africa.
And we did it over and over again - India, China, Africa.
Are the Barbadians rude to us then, us wonderful, generous Brits? These people who we treated no better than animals for so many hundreds
of years? No, in general they are warm and friendly which I think shows what a forgiving people they are, but I’m not surprised at
all that I sometimes have to wait a while to get served in the rum shack, or
that the older lady on the checkout seems a little offhand. Old scars are slow
to disappear and we were still lording it over the Barbados people until the
mid-sixties when they became independent - Hip-ra, hats into the air boys!
Maybe the
fact that they turned the statue of Nelson in Bridgetown harbour around so that
he no longer faces the sea speaks volumes. The story goes that they would have
removed it but nobody could be bothered to take it away. Good for them I say, good
for them. Nelson was no better than a marauding, womanising, pirate anyway.
Perhaps the fact that you can’t use Sterling in Barbados but you can use the
American dollar says something else. But I don’t think we should expect
anything else given the role we played in Barbados's history.
Of course there’s
still a British elite in Barbados. There’s the Sir Cliffs and the Simon
Cowells, the upper middle class ex-pats, and (much worse) those descended from the original
plantation owners, white Barbados polo playing society, who are probably like out aristocracy that was and still act as though nothing has changed. It has changed though. Barbados is for the Bajan people and it's a real privilege to be allowed even a little taste, a tiny share, of their wonderful island, even if I am a Brit.
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