Drinking the Sand

 

 

I’ve had this title in my drafts for over a month.

Politics in Jamaica is disheartening. And each time I approach these keys to give space to my discontent, I hold back. I ask myself “What’s the point?” every single time.

As I write I observe sentiments shared about a planned protest by the Opposition party, the JLP, against JUTC fare increases. Some support it, others don’t. Still other have no clue that there was a planned protest.

With regard to our social and political ills in general, I’ve seen people comment that they will never vote, or if they have voted before, they never will again. I’ve witnessed complaint after complaint on a myriad of things. Then, after they have run their usual course of nine days, it’s back to regular programming. Nothing to see here. Then, when it comes to taking action, there is always, ALWAYS an excuse.

People have the right to vote or not to vote. People have the right to protest or not to protest. But when it comes to making a change, what WILL we do? WHAT WILL WE DO? Will we continue to excuse incompetence, injustice, disrespect, nepotism, cronyism, and corruption? Why? If not, what ARE we doing to address this chronic disease that plagues Jamaican politics? What exactly are we willing to stand up for (or against)? And WILL we actually do it?

I’ve seen beautifully articulated arguments that pardon clearly ineffective and inept leadership on many of our social issues, and I’m reminded of that scene in “The American President” (I find myself quoting it way too frequently). The dialogue is between (fictional) President Andrew Shepherd and his Assistant on Domestic Policy, Lewis Rothschild:

 Lewis Rothschild: …People want leadership, Mr. President, and in the absence of genuine leadership, they’ll listen to anyone who steps up to the microphone. They want leadership. They’re so thirsty for it they’ll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there’s no water, they’ll drink the sand.

President Andrew Shepherd: Lewis, we’ve had presidents who were beloved, who couldn’t find a coherent sentence with two hands and a flashlight. People don’t drink the sand because they’re thirsty. They drink the sand because they don’t know the difference. 

We’re drinking the sand. There can’t be another explanation for the lethargic way in which we approach the diseased nature of politics that is affecting us. But I must ask: Are we drinking the sand because we’re thirsty? Or are we drinking the sand because we don’t know the difference?

And do we care enough to DO SOMETHING about it?

Will we keep drinking the sand?

THINK, Jamaica.

– @MizDurie, @THINKJamaica
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