G. Michael Reid on Settlement Day
News Five commentator G. Michael Reid has spent a good part of his life away from home, and it turns out that an appreciation of the nineteenth of November was something which had eluded him… until yesterday that is…
“In 1941 and after years of dogged effort, the man whose bust sits custodial at the far end of Dangriga Town, realized his dream when the 19th of November came to be Carib Settlement Day. T.V. Ramos had succeeded in his canvass for the commemoration of the day when in 1832, Alejo Benni guided his tattered and torn party of 42 to the green pastures of Belize. Inauspiciously, the previous two pastures grazed by this flock had run red with their blood, and to a lamb they prayed that this new land would deal a better-disposed hand. And it did, but only to some degree. For until just recently, we the crowd called Creole, have greeted the Garinagu with what could be considered folded arms.
In the beginning, only the two southern districts of Toledo and Stann Creek observed Settlement Day and not so much because that was where the Garinagu wanted to be concentrated but for all intents and purposes, that was to where they were relegated. In 1811, magistrates of the colony passed a decree declaring that any Garifuna wishing to leave that area would have to have a permit or return within 48 hours.
In reading an editorial in this week’s Amandala, one can appreciate just how far removed we are from those dubious and damaging times. In the article captioned “Mi Casa Es Su Casa,” the writer rightly sums up what would seem to be at this time the consensus of most of us. In that article the author states and rightly so, that the Garinagu need to know that if it be their wish, then this is the end of their journeys and wanderings, and that their plight is now the plight of all Belizeans. The majority of other Belizeans now seem willing to accept and acknowledge the significant contributions made to our society by these much maligned people, and many are the formerly folded arms which now seem open and willing to embrace. By the same token of course the Garinagu need to understand that there is no need for any “bregginness,” and in this I speak not of confidence for the rest of us need direly emulate that quality, and neither do I speak to all Garinagu for many are those with amicable demeanor. Yet, there are a few who will need to consider a compromise if we are to in fact coexist harmoniously and enjoy this, our paradise by the sea.
This past Thursday I spent my first ever nineteenth in Dangriga and while it was without question, a memorable time, I am saddened by the cognition that I have missed this experience at the true zenith in its element. Like the tenth of September, Christmas and Easter, many attest that the nineteenth of November has lost much of its original zest and flavor. A national holiday since 1977, the nineteenth of November is now celebrated across the length and breath of our fair nation and this in itself, according to our gracious new Madame Speaker of the House, might be the reason for some waning in the festivities.
In an interview with “Century Two” on Settlement Day, newly appointed Speaker of the House Ms. Sylvia Flores suggested that by spreading themselves thin, the National Garifuna Council has seemingly been unable to pay enough attention to
any one area and just maybe these celebrations might better be once again concentrated down south.
Of course, a significant event in the settlement celebrations is the re-enactment where prominent members of the Garinagu community board boats and relive the dramatic first arrival of their ancestors to our shores. One wonders if indeed, the paddling in of these dories by hand would not depict a more authentic picture than watching 75 horsepower Evinrudes bringing the Garinagu to shore.
After disembarking, the first order of the day as it probably was back then, was the order of thanksgiving. I cannot remember attending a more spirited service than the one held at the Sacred Heart Church in Dangriga on the morning of the nineteenth. With a backdrop of enchanting drumming and a chanting of inspiring verses, the Garinagu offered up praise in their own unique rendition. Upon the consummation of worship, we all moved over to the Princess Royal Park where official ceremonies were conducted despite intermittent rain. Roy Cayetano, P.S. of the Ministry of Culture, delivered a strong and impressive speech, reminding his people of the dues that had been paid for their membership into our fold and re-emphasized the imperative duty of upholding the values left by their ancestors. The bacchanal then broke loose and in grand tenth fashion, the citizens of Dangriga paraded up and down Main Street.
Throughout the course of my visit to Dangriga, I enjoyed the hospitality of many a kindly folks and I would be amiss to not publicly express my gratitude. Special mention to Mr. Flores of Pal’s Guest House, Ms. Gwen Nuñez and especially to one the nicest ladies I have ever had met, Mrs. Felicia Nuñez. Special hello to the Four Science class of Ecumenical High School and a two thumbs up to the delectable dishes at Ritchie’s Diner. Thanks Dangriga, for all the pleasant memories.
With the Last Word, G. Michael Reid.”
The opinions expressed on the Last Word are those of G. Michael Reid and not necessarily those of Channel Five. Comments are welcome.