“End patronizing, piecemeal engagement of youth”
OK, so now our fifty years are behind us, Jamaica. What of the next fifty years? For the remainder of the year, this blog is planning to focus on a regular basis on our youth. In case the (mostly) old men currently governing our country did not realize, we must hand over the future of Jamaica to our young people. Our next fifty years belong to them.
Listen to them. Engage them. Empower them. Let them create our future. Trust them!
I am starting with a speech by Jamaican youth advocate Jaevion Nelson, who is speaking in the context of HIV/AIDS. Jaevion is a great role model and an example of how our bright Jamaican young people can really make a difference – through their words and actions. More to come in future blog posts!
Speech by Jaevion Nelson, Executive Director of the Jamaica Youth Advocacy Network, delivered at the 19th International AIDS Conference in Washington D.C. during a Regional Session on Sustainability and HIV.
Related articles
- Adolescents map HIV risks, part of a holistic approach to treating HIV/AIDS in Haiti. (zedie.wordpress.com)
- http://petchary.wordpress.com/2012/04/28/listen-to-the-youth-no-stop-really-listen-please/ (Listen to the youth: Petchary’s blog April 28, 2012)
- http://petchary.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/african-postman-the-mandela-connection-and-our-children/ (Mandela and our Children: Petchary’s blog July 27, 2012)
- Young People Navigate Relationships, Romance and HIV (voanews.com)
- Youth Want Voice at AIDS 2012 (voanews.com)
- As global AIDS conference gets under way, Jamaican activists seek more robust focus (miamiherald.com)
- CHC Career Profile: Orain Edwards, Jamaica (caribbeanhealth.org)
- Teenagers living with HIV show what life’s like in their shoes (guardian.co.uk)
- HIV awareness ‘dropped off radar’ (bbc.co.uk)
- HIV And Young Black Gay Men: New Study Shows Group To Be Most At Risk (huffingtonpost.com)
Dark
On Wednesday morning, just as the rush hour traffic was building up about five minutes away from our house, two dead bodies were found on a scruffy open lot – one of those that is fenced, but does not really keep people out. One man was lying on his back, the other face down with a huge gash in his forehead a few feet away. Someone had attacked them with a machete, and had injured a third man, who reportedly alerted the police. Out came that familiar yellow tape. A long row of curious people lined up along the median in the middle of the road, arms folded, faces glum or completely devoid of expression.

Onlookers at the crime scene. The expressions on their faces are usually unreadable. In this case, there are no grieving women, falling down in their horror, held up off the ground by relatives. There is just people peering at the aftermath of another act of barbarism.
At the time that I am writing this blog, the men had not been identified. They were non-people. No names except two nicknames, Avatar and Jermaine. But we soon realized that these were, in fact, two of those nameless, helpless young men who trail up and down the relatively well-heeled streets of New Kingston in small, bedraggled groups. They are commercial sex workers, they are gay, they are drug addicts, they are homeless; they are in one, two, three or all four of these categories. They may suffer from HIV/AIDS; they may suffer from mental illness.
They are human beings.
Some Jamaicans, it seems, do not see them as human. First, they dehumanize these groups; after that, it is that much easier to persecute them. Just as Hitler did with the Jews, the mentally ill, homosexuals, gypsies and black people. They are not like you and I; they are subhuman, these Jamaicans believe. They are raped, they are beaten, they are chased away. They hide in the corners of these open lots, where the grass is high, and live with the rats and scrawny street dogs, in the open air. They hide there until someone finds out where they are living, and chases them away, or calls the police, or worse. In this case, worse.
One early media report suggested that the young men may have died because of a lovers’ quarrel. This is a common way of explaining away homophobic murders in Jamaica. Once it is established that the victim is gay, it is put out there (with the media complicit in much of this) that “Oh, you know, gays get very jealous and they are very violent by nature, and this was a love affair gone bad.” They enjoy as many lurid details as they can get their hands on – whether backed up by any facts it doesn’t matter too much. I don’t really see how two men can hack and stone each other to death; these are the preferred instruments of mob killers.
Well, a man is reportedly in custody, and in this case we shall see what explanation there is. But nothing will change. This drifting population of the homeless, the helpless, the marginalized will continue on its weary way, hiding where it can, begging for help where it dares.
The Jamaica Forum for Lesbians, All-Sexuals and Gays (J-FLAG) put out a statement today, noting that there have been eight gay murders in the past three months. But listen, does anybody care? No, most Jamaicans are obsessed with politics, with the corrupt and conniving political parties, with taxes, the inflation rate (just on the rise), with the Jamaican Dollar (now slipping), with fashion shows and parties and scandals and online porn and church meetings. Defenders of the Jamaican citizen’s right to life, dignity and respect are seen as whining, or they have a political agenda, or they are trying to drag society down into the mire of a kind of “free for all,” liberal society such as that espoused by President Barack Obama (yes,it is ironic that Jamaicans all profess to support President Obama; but they would never support his policies – if U.S. political parties were . It is the opposite.
If we cannot care for the weakest among us, we are not a civilized society. I could quote some Bible verse from the New Testament for the Christians among us; but I certainly do recall that Jesus sat down by the roadside and talked to prostitutes and others who were considered beyond the pale by the “upright citizens” of society in those days. Am I correct, or not? My husband has witnessed with his own eyes people coming out of church and stepping over and around a man lying on the sidewalk; he was having a fit. Here in “one love” Jamaica.
Meanwhile, there are other horrors, incredible grief, mourning and inconsolable loss. A teacher and the daughter of a Trinidadian Mayor is missing; two farmers found a charred body in a cane field, but it has not yet been identified. That is the high-profile crime story, but there are many others, week after week after week. For example:
- Hundreds of children have been missing since last year; an advocacy group, Hear the Children’s Cry puts out weekly lists and photographs.
- A night club owner was shot dead while playing dominoes outside his club in Montego Bay. An evening game of dominoes with friends is a dangerous occupation, these days.
- A former Kiwanis Club president and Jamaica Defence Force Major was found murdered at his home recently.
- Daily reports of middle-aged men molesting young family members or other young people – nine-year-old girls, a three year-old sexually abused and murdered, etc.
- A man stabbed a woman to death during an argument in the quiet Blue Mountains, nearly decapitating her. It hardly made a headline anywhere, just a quick news item, move on…
- The numerous deaths of young men in inner-city communities, mostly unsolved.
- The deaths of many Jamaican citizens (mostly the above-mentioned young men in inner-city communities) at the hands of the police force, agents of the State.
Related articles
- http://www.jflag.org/2012/06/gays-saddened-by-recent-murders-call-on-prime-minister-to-act/: J-FLAG press release
- http://petchary.wordpress.com/2011/12/27/where-are-they-now/: Jamaica’s missing children
- http://petchary.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/innocence-and-loss/: Innocence and loss
- http://petchary.wordpress.com/2011/04/09/rights-and-wrongs/: Rights and Wrongs
- http://www.jamaicansforjustice.org/: Jamaicans for Justice website
- http://www.jamaicansforjustice.org/nmcms.php?snippets=news&p=news_details&id=3444: Too many still dying at the hands of the police
- Sunday Swirl: June 3, 2012 (petchary.wordpress.com)
- Jamaican Women Write! (petchary.wordpress.com)
- Jamaica 50 – the dark side (repeatingislands.com)
- Sunday Storms (petchary.wordpress.com)
- http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/Bodies-of-two-men-found-in-New-Kingston_11695979: Bodies of two men found in New Kingston
- http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/Gay-community–saddened–by-recent-murders: Gay community saddened by recent murders
- Listen to the Youth! No, Stop… REALLY Listen, Please! (petchary.wordpress.com)
- Jamaican cop charged with beheading witness in corruption probe (theprovince.com)
- Reflections on being homeless, Part 3 (myjourneywithdepression.wordpress.com)
- Vulnerable groups claim being denied EU funding (kaieteurnewsonline.com)
- http://go-jamaica.com/news/read_article.php?id=37867#.T9oj7SoiOtI.facebook: HIV positive man arrested for allegedly raping daughter’s friend
- Op-Ed: Fighting Injustice in Jamaica (petchary.wordpress.com) – a very important article by Jamaican youth activist Jaevion Nelson
Sweet Inspiration
[Note to my faithful readers, wherever you are: The Petchary has been weary of late, and folded her feathers for a while. This is the first flutter, though... Coming back to life, slowly].
A word about sweetness. It does not come naturally to many people, because, perhaps, it’s not something that’s valued and it’s a silly, trivial thing. The Petchary has no recollection of her beloved grandfather ever smiling, for example. He just didn’t see the need to. But he must have been charming when he proposed to her beautiful grandmother… Or was he restrained and careful in that British way?
But I digress. What is the essence of sweetness in a human being, as opposed to a cupcake, a rose, a small puppy? It is all about a gentle quality, a kindness, a connection.
And what is inspiration? Breathing in, of course, literally and metaphorically. Holding in that sweetness, then slowly letting go. If you really have to.
There are two things which, in the Petchary’s book, are sweetness and inspiration combined: good music, and the people who play that good music.
Such is Brent Birckhead, a saxophonist with jazz as his first love, and music slipping off his fingertips.
Sweetness comes more naturally (if it comes at all), in young people, and Brent is only twenty-five years old. It all flows naturally with him, along with the inspiration. And the two merged into a deliciously rich and nourishing river of goodness, like the Blue and the White Nile, at a workshop at the Jamaica School of Music in Kingston, Jamaica last week. The youthful participants bathed in that river of delicious jazz, swam in it, splashed around happily. Several dived straight in, emerging refreshed at the end of two hours of teaching, collaboration and learning.
I use the image of the two Niles merging advisedly, since that majestic waterway is the longest river in Africa. As Brent said at the workshop, “Any time we go back where we came from, it’s a good thing.” When asked what he thought about reggae music, he commented, as if everyone must understand this, “It’s all linked. It’s all African music.” (He also described reggae music as “off the hook,” an expression the ageing Petchary had never heard before, but it sounded like a compliment). He told the young Jamaicans present about Congo Square in New Orleans, the African wellspring of jazz. He told them about how jazz moved northwards to Chicago and Kansas City, and the flourishing of the music in New York City.
Brent was born in 1985 in Baltimore, Maryland. He told his new young friends that parental support was critical for him. His parents matched every dollar he saved with one of their own. And when his passion for the saxophone became clear, his grandfather bought him one from a pawn shop. So he took on the instrument at age ten, and clearly never looked back for one second. He has a bachelor’s degree in Music Education from Howard University and just got his master’s in Jazz Studies. He lives in Washington, DC, and was named best blues/pop/rock soloist by the illustrious Downbeat magazine as part of its 33rd annual Student Awards.
The most important thing about Brent is his spiritual connection to the music – “You must have the feeling,” he said. Sheldon Griffiths’ eloquent trumpet version of “No Woman No Cry” had the feeling. So did his friend Jesse Jones on saxophone. Both are from the gritty inner-city area of Seaview Gardens in Kingston, with so much focus and steel in their eyes and a gentle strength in their playing. Both played the evening after the workshop at the U.S. Embassy-sponsored “Blues on the Green” concert in Kingston’s Emancipation Park with Brent, in the finale – “One Love.” The feelings flowed all around.
Another young Jamaican who grasped that feeling and shook it around quite a bit was a girl saxophonist from the Jamaica Combined Cadet Force Band and Drums. She played fiercely and without flinching, leaning back with eyes closed with the jazz player’s stance. Standing among a group of about fifteen young men and Brent on stage, her spirit rose with every note she played.
Back to inspiration again. Jamaicans do love a vote of thanks. It’s a (sometimes) short and (often) overly formal speech at the end of an event; a bit like a version of the Oscars thank you speech where you dare not leave anyone out – and including the bit about thanking God, too. That “giving thanks” is so important here on this island. And I mean that sincerely.
But no fancy speechifying for our girl saxophonist. She got straight to the point. ”You have inspired me,” she said, adding with great emphasis, “Believe me… One day I will be the best.”
As if taking his cue, Brent told the shining and satisfied faces of young instrumentalists from the Sam Sharpe Community Band in Montego Bay, Charlemont High School in Clarendon, all over Kingston, St. Jago High School in Spanish Town, “Music can save your life…and inspire your life.”
“Saving” is something Brent spoke a lot about. The kids understood that in a split second. Music, indeed, can and does save lives in the frayed, undone environment that is Kingston’s inner city. And, for that matter, in rural Jamaica, too. ”Music saved my life” may sound far-fetched, even whimsical and pretentious. But not for these young men and women. It is, literally, true.
And the other stream of consciousness that flowed through the workshop was, as noted earlier… “I must go back to my roots… Spend time,” Brent urged, “Spend time going back.” African-ness.
Yes, Brent may well be an old soul – that sweetness and kindness and maturity is of one who has gone before. (The Petchary thinks – knows – she is a newish one herself). And his music stands shining above it all.
“Without music, life would be a mistake.”
Yes, Friedrich Nietzsche said that. Truly.
[My next post on Mr. Birckhead will be much shorter and with more photos. And hey, Maurice Gordon is a supportive and brilliant musician himself. More next time]
Related links:
The Jamaica Combined Cadet Force Band and Drums
Who is Brent Birckhead? Jamaica Observer newspaper article
Brent blows the blues Jamaica Observer
Mining the Audio Motherlode, Volume 94 (wfmu.org)


























