Abenaa gets top PR rating in US

In the PR Week magazine of June 21, 1999, one of the 40 Public Relations Stars under 40 was a Trinidadian Abenaa Hayes. She was just 27 years old, and at the time employed by Rowland Wang Healthcare as an account supervisor: “Not a very big firm”, says Abenaa, “about 25 people only, specialised in pharmaceutical PR.”

The daughter of the late Dr John Hayes, founder of the John Hayes Kidney Foundation, and the late Justice Cynthia Riley-Hayes, attended both Bishop Anstey Junior and High Schools before going to Mc Gill University in Montreal where she graduated with a first degree in English, with a concentration on film and communications. She then obtained a Master’s in broadcast journalism from the Aanenberg School of Communications at the University of Southern California. Abenaa started off wanting to be a television reporter, but while pursuing her degree realised that the course offered not only print and broadcast journalism but also a degree in public relations which she says is “one of those fields that journalists know they cannot live without PR people, but on the side make fun of them as they are not really considered true news people. But at the end of the day most journalists do acknowledge that if it were not for the people in PR they would not have half the stories they get, especially in the field I work in.”

What is Abenaa’s specialised field of Pharmaceutical Public Relations all about? “It is one in which publicity is given when different clinical trials or a new drug discovery gets published in the medical journals. We co-ordinate the publicity effort for print and broadcast media, which involves interviews with doctors and dissemination of all information.” The Trinidad-born PR practitioner was at the time of her nomination in PR Week, the only practitioner whom Mike Waldholz of the Wall Street Journal had ever complimented on her “helpfulness”. Waldholz, one of the top reporters focuses on health care and bio-technology, but, says Abenaa, “the thing he is most famous for is all the reporting done in the past 20 years on HIV and AIDS. He is one of those people who doesn’t always like PR people and is not always very nice to you on the phone when you call. “The reason I think I got along with him is that I believe you are always as good as your next story and when you deal with people like Mike Waldholz of the Wall Street Journal you have to know when to call them, what to give them and when to be persistent. When I worked with him, he called my client and congratulated them on having me as their PR person because he said if I were not persistent with the story he would never have written it, and he was glad that I was (persistent) because the product actually changed the way they treat HIV patients medically. That was the beginning of my working relationship with him.”

At the start of her career, Abenaa thought she could become a local television reporter in a place like New York or Los Angeles — two big media markets in the United States. “When you make it that is where you want to work. And that is what I wanted to do, but at the time the economy was as it is now in the States, not so good. Jobs were not so easy to come by so I thought how can I use my skills and still be able to carve out a career, and that is how I chose PR.” She considers herself lucky “because when I actually started looking for the job in PR, all the companies at the time were hiring former journalists or people who had journalism degrees because they saw that there was value in having  them on staff. “I had worked for about four months at a television station in Los Angeles and then my grandfather, the late Frank Hercules, a Trinidadian living in New York, called me and said why don’t you come to New York, it is the centre of the universe, we have all the media centres here. So I said I will go and try it for one year.” That year has stretched to almost nine years. Abenaa started off with the same firm with which she now works — Manning Selvage & Lee, a full service Public Relations company in Manhattan. “I was working in their travel PR group but really wanted to do health care, something that would help people since apart from all the direct publicity we also do a lot of patient education, could have been the family history of having a father as a doctor who started the Kidney Foundation in Trinidad and did a lot of grassroots work here. So I do a lot of health care PR, particularly with aids and cancer.”

Abenaa is considered something of a science guru as with no medical training whatever, she is able to read and think scientifically for her job. “It could also be part of having my father as a doctor and listening to all of his friends I was able to pick it up quite quickly.” In her spare time, she is a member of the Junior Committee of HELP USA — a volunteer group which provides shelter and does job training for the homeless. She has chosen “pilates”— a combination of yoga and strength training — a sport. Her one-week visit to Trinidad was to be mother-giver to her younger brother, Dr John Hayes, who married Camille Boodoo last Saturday at Holy Trinity Cathedral.

Fast pan, slow money

What could possibly separate Noel La Pierre from his two pan sticks and his  steel drum? He knew what couldn’t.  “No woman,” he smiled coyly, “could get meh away from it.” It was indisputable.

He’s a one-man band, an entertainer and true pan lover; and his listeners can easily sense that in his music. When playing at Hi-Lo Glencoe, one of  the venues where he was booked for performances for the season, children “would stop their parents just to stand and listen to the music”. What he witnessed was heady. This was a man who had been honoured by the mayor of Le Tampon of La R?union, an isle off the coast of South Africa on the final day of the week-long cultural event, Floril?ges. He had travelled the world with his pan including the Caribbean, Japan, Canada, the USA and was special guest at the 2000 Montreux Jazz Festival in Switzerland. In 2001, he was invited to perform at  the Caribbean Confederation of Credit Unions in St Maarten. “I had to play 18 national anthems. To pull that off, that feeling was great.” Come July he will be doing it again in Aruba. “The foreigners embraced the music,” he said. However, the locals’ response to pan, he said, was disheartening. Introducing the pan to those who had never heard of it abroad, perfecting  his talent at every chance he got came with devoting a lot of time and hard work. “It’s hard trying to develop a professional attitude, and something that is worth selling when our people don’t feel the same,” said Noel. His experiences are rarely short of obstacles. He told People: “People are not committed. Prominent people would call and book you and secure your time, and the day you show up they tell you they don’t need you. Or when you’re on the way they call and cancel.

“Another thing is you have to fight to get your money. They wait three,  four, five weeks after you already give service to pay you, not forgetting  that they call you same day for same day performance. “They figure an artist don’t have a light bill to pay, or TSTT to pay and I have to stand all these additional charges when I call back for the accountant to tell me to call back next hour. “That is my disappointment. I feel society loves to deceive. They way I know it, your word is your bond.” He cited another grievance: “They don’t accommodate you. I am my own roadie,  transport, engineer, arranger and performer. When somebody books you for  8-10 I can’t come for eight to start. I have to come early to set up,  prepare myself mentally to perform and they don’t provide place for that.” Noel believes that local acts were seen as “problematic”…(by some). “Our  people don’t love up their own, they chase their own… If you don’t want to pay attention to your history because of false pride, I don’t know. Nobody  teaches that form of history. “Your past is your present. I love it to the metal, not to the bone.” A pan/music assistant at Maple Leaf School, he didn’t purport to know  everything about pan but felt that encouraging it “will depreciate the high level of crime in this country.” Other countries are teaching about the national instrument of Trinidad and Tobago. Here we want it free. The pan is  yours, mine, ours. Not because you cannot play means you have to run away from it, not because it has a stigma of hooliganism or it was made from a drum. The stigma was then, this is now.”

In 1975, from age 11, Noel made a natural gravitation towards pan. His  father, Earl La Pierre at the time was arranger for Invaders steelband of  Woodbrook and Metronomes of Newtown. Earl was also one of the country’s  leading ping pong soloists. “I always wanted to be like my father,” he said. To the chagrin of his grandmother, he persisted in learning and playing pan.  “They used to call me ‘boom’ because I used to collect panmen sticks. I  remember that same year (1975), when I reached the pan yard they say ‘look  Earl La Pierre son, what yuh playing?’ and I said tenor. Before the band started to play at 7.30 that night I already knew three songs. “I was the first student from Newtown Boys to play pan. They used to send me home to sleep to play for Panorama.” He was steelband captain at Belmont Boys’ Secondary where he learned his first formal training in music theory from his teachers Roland Gordon and  Desmond Waithe. He then moved on to playing with Invaders Steel Orchestra and later Phase II Pan Groove. He enjoyed a four-year stint playing on cruise ships and at clubs nightly  with the “Coca-Cola Steelband” when he moved to Bermuda in 1987. He currently works on board cruise ships as a solo pannist. For Carnival 2003, he teamed up with calypsonians Hollis Wright, Valentino, Mudada, D Diamond, Twiggy, Princess Monique and Shinaqua at Kaiso House.  In 2000, Noel released his first CD album Waterflow.

‘Kick it way is not about violence’

His song “Kick it Way” is doing just that with the competition this year. Extremely busy for the 2003 season, he longs for a chance to get a little extra sleep. Last year was no different, when his  song “War” was the cry. Later in 2002, we grooved with the Divali Riddim collaboration between himself and Renee Castle called “Feeling Now”. With all that under his belt, the young fella who made his debut as part of Robert Amar’s Kiskedee Karavan back in the 90s as Maga Dan, grew with all of us, and now he’s a household name on the party circuit.

Now everybody wants to know what’s up with his new name, Maximus Dan de Gladiator. “Everything really ties into one another,” explains Maximus (his real moniker is under wraps). “It’s really about the role that Russell Crowe played in the movie Gladiator. Maximus is Latin for great, so it’s a powerful meaning behind the name as well. I didn’t just want to be another artiste. I don’t categorise myself; if I want to sing or do a chant I do it. I’m an entertainer, not a follower, but a leader, just like the character Maximus. When I saw the movie in Toronto in 2000, I came back to T&T with a ‘Maximus’ mentality… I just  needed to change my name. There is  no other reason. It had nothing to do with my physical size… yuh know  how people like to talk foolishness sometimes (laughs).”


The rough-voiced Petit Valley native has been steadily ascending up the musical ladder since he was just 12, chanting for his friends and family (yes, the voice was deep even then) and as a member of the Petit Valley RC School choir. In Diego Martin Junior Secondary, he was driven to perfect his skill. “When you young, you want to fit in with the crowd, so that I when I was chanting hell hard, because you want to be macho and fit in, if you don’t; you feel left out. But as I got older and more mature, I started going back to the Bob Marley and Jacob Miller tunes, the foundation artistes if you will. They had the conscious vibes.” But it was never an easy road for him. His close friend Kerry Maynard (they were best friends since school days) was instrumental in getting him to the Kiskedee Karavan audition, which he did with $hel $hok (the two are close to this day) and also doing some networking of his own.


His very first song was called “Only Gun” back in 1996. It received a lot of airplay on the stations 96.1FM and 98.9FM, which at the time were the main stations that played that particular type of music. At a time when new artistes heavily depended on getting that much needed airplay, Maximus Dan made his rounds to the bands themselves, just as he started recording. “Bands serve the same purpose as the DJ’s do in the radio stations,” he says. “I made sure that the bands got to know me and my music. You can’t always wait for the apple to fall from the tree… sometimes you have to climb it, or get the fruit with a stick.”
“Kick it Way” (the rhythm came from Keith Israel)  has been misunderstood by a few, simply due to the chorus. According to him, his lyrics are not violent; he listed things in society that people should kick away, rather than telling everyone to “kick up dust”. One young lady had walked up to him and told him point blank that she didn’t like the song, because to her it incited violence. He convinced her to come to hear the song performed live, which she did. Of course, she came back to him and apologised. “You see, I had told the lady that she wasn’t listening to the lyrics, she was listening to the rhythm and hearing the kick it way, like it was going to start a riot.


Now, nobody dances to the lyrics, they dance to the rhythm. People get confused in a party when they head ‘bad’ and they just hearing the chorus and figure that the tune inciting violence. But, not much people taking time out to listen to what the artiste has to say. This is why I love reggae so much, because it’s a powerful music. People listen. The lyrics are plain for you to hear. It’s not a music to jump to and prance about, so you hear it better and it reaches you mentally, rather than our music, which is a physical thing rather than mental. As you hear a rhythm, what you want to do is dance, you not listening to what the artiste has to say. After two three times, then you get the lyrics of the song and you say, ‘A-a, that is what he was saying? Yeah, yeah, I get it now’.”’


He believes that his success comes from his ability to stay current and focused on delivering the message in the music. As it sometimes happens with success, it’s bittersweet, due to the fact that he is extremely busy. After belting out songs night after night in the many fetes and all-inclusive parties, he hardly gets to rest in the morning. Sometimes the phone rings as early as 8:30 a.m. when he “killing sleep”, but he answers, saying yes to this appearance at a school’s carnival party, or to that appearance at a company gathering. Sometimes family calls and much as he’d like to sit and talk, he will promise to call back later, but as it goes in this business, he can’t, due to commitments. But he takes it all with a smile. “When I look back at when I told my teachers and them that I wanted to be an artiste, a singer, they were like, ‘A siiiinger?!?’, and they saying it in this kinda way, you know? Like, ‘That is what you want to do?’ Because you going to school to get your passes  and it’s like I want to do something else. Now that they see how things are, and how busy I get and the little recognition, they glad fuh so! All I hearing is, ‘Boy, ah real proud of you.’ But I must say that when you are busy like that, it just shows what you are worth, and the blessings come. My father used to say, ‘If a tree is laden and nobody pelting it, something is wrong’.”


Once the Carnival season is over, the touring to North America begins… of course Maximus Dan de Gladiator  is ready. He leaves our shores for a concert in late March, giving him a little time to take care of business and possibly do his two favourite relaxation activities; watching a little TV and getting some much needed sleep. In the meantime, he will continue to give us the music and find time to enjoy his favourite meal of grilled fish with veggies, scalloped potatoes and red beans. And no, he doesn’t cook. “I think I know where my talent is,” he laughs.


All in all, he is thankful for his many blessings and always tells people that the only way to success is through the Almighty. So you can rest assured that Maximus Dan de Gladiator will continue to lead the way in trying to bring the right message across. “If you keep telling a child ‘yuh good for nothing’ they will keep it in their mind until they get big. That is not my way. My way is to uplift, educate the people at the same time. At the end of the day you must know if you doing something wrong or not, the message must reach you. You can’t stop goodness.”

Skatie happy in the Big Yard

You might think you know all that there is to calypsonian Skatie, but you’d be wrong.

For starters, Skatie (born Carlos James) doesn’t put on any airs, even though he has recently been crowned Young King for 2003. Ask this Arima native about his now fourth entry into the Big Yard… “Boy, I just so glad to be part of that final nine,” he smiled. “Is over 3,000 calypsonians that come in to get chosen for this competition, so you must feel like you win already! I just going to really enjoy myself on that stage, because the winning really comes secondary to me… it’s an accomplishment on its own just being chosen for that show.”

Skatie’s career began in 1986; back then he was known as an entertainer. (“That is how I support my family,” he quipped.) His foray into calypso began as a member of the TUCO East Zone’s Kaiso Caravan (a roving tent) before eventually ending up at Kitch’s Revue, where he presently performs to a packed house. His singing takes him abroad throughout the year, visiting New York, London and other parts of the Caribbean to do shows, but once that is over he takes a good rest. When it comes to his two main compositions for the Big Yard, Skatie just tells it like it is. His first offering, “In Just Six Years” is a rather satirical yet humorous take on what “Panday and them do while they was there,” according to the bard. “But I not worried about people saying is a anti-UNC tune,” he admitted.

“You’ll always get that kind of thing, regardless of what you sing. Look right now, if you go in the chutney tent, you could hear them how they bashing the PNM government raw, raw… and is every night! And they not even cleaning it up like how I clean up my tune neither. I just basically highlighting what Panday do the country for the six years they were there, that is all. And it making people laugh.” The song was written by Skatie and composer Stephen Rabathali, who gets full writing credits for his second offering, “One man and One Man Alone”, a song that has already gleaned heaps of positive accolades. Their musical union began a few years ago, when Skatie had decided to enter the Political Monarch contest. He placed fourth, and their friendship was cemented. “Back in the day, the first Monarch competition I entered, I wrote my own tune, you know? But Stephen is a great writer and this tune is one that I consider as something patriotic,” said Skatie. “I like to think of it as my international song. I sing about the trials, tribulations and contributions that one man (alone) can make and have made in history. People like Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela, even Moses from the Bible, these are people that have made many sacrifices, but they stand alone and make a difference. Even our own Dr Eric Williams and Cuba’s leader Fidel Castro have been mentioned in this song too, and everybody saying how much they like it, it’s a positive song.”

Skatie gave his most rousing performance at the Young Kings competition last February 24, where he tied with Roger George for first place. He had entered the Young Kings contest before (on three separate occasions), but he admitted that he felt like he had ‘it’ after doing just his first tune. “I couldn’t have done better,” he said, beaming. “I know I came off powerful in the first rendition and I could just feel it. My songwriter Stephen was backstage and when I finish singing the first one, I came backstage and tell him, ‘Boy ah reaaaal perform!’ I could feel it inside, man. I really feel proud.” Skatie even has a CD available, entitled One of a Kind, which contains seven tracks. The sixth song is a political one, the seventh is his Soca Parang composition. “I had done a soca parang tune called ‘Old Fowl Sweet’ either last year or year before… Well, you could find it on the CD too. Plus a next tune I have called Trini Posse, it’s a really nice jump up song.”

Preparing for the stage comes like ‘nutting’ for Skatie. Having gotten used to travelling and performing abroad, he admitted he no longer has stage fright. “All I do now is to relax myself, then sing. I don’t get frightened again like long time, when I now starting out. What really prepares you for the stage is doing other shows, so you get accustomed to all kinds of crowds. I even perform at the Mas Camp Pub from time to time, so is nutting, man. I good.” So how does he feel going against stalwarts like Singing Sandra and Chalkdust at the upcoming Dimanche Gras? “Well, let me put it like this. I feel that everybody has great songs to begin with, so I know the show will be nice. Whatever turn up in the results, I happy with that. If I win, I happy. If I lose I happy. But like I said before, being in that nine, I done accomplish something. So in my mind, I know I win already, just by being there.”

DE BONGO NITE

Carnival 2003 is only 24 hours away and with it Jouvert and the later explosion of colour and sound. This evening the National Carnival Commission presents its Dimanche Gras show at the ‘Big Yard’, Queen’s Park Savannah, at which the piece de resistance will be the battle for the Calypso crown worn for the last year by the current champion, Sugar Aloes.

Dethroning Aloes, whose songs, “My Only Wish” and “Where Dorothy?”, even though they earned him second spot behind Chalkdust for this year’s King of Calypso crown a week ago, will not be that easy. Chalkdust’s “Rowley Letter” and “Just So”; 2003 Queen of Calypso Singing Sandra’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls” and “Ancient Rhythms”, and Heather MacIntosh’s “Ten Feet of Rope” and “Only the Fools” are strong contenders.

Should Chalkdust go for a repeat of last Sunday’s victory in which his song, “Just So”, which dealt with topical issues, was among his finest, he may decide to spring a surprise with inserts of the latest topics commanding the public’s attention. But although tonight’s Dimanche Gras may be seen by many as shaping up to be a battle between the current Calypso Monarch, Aloes, and this year’s King of Calypso, Chalkdust, another Calypsonian, Singing Sandra clearly is not going to make it a walkover for anybody.

But whoever wins will do so in a year that has been signally lacking in talent. The offerings in the tents and in competitions not only bore the stamp of mediocrity, but in many cases were downright offensive and obscene. One Calypsonian’s idea of a prop, for example, was more than crude.

Word picturing, creativity and talent were consciously absent from many presentations and their strengths, or it would be more apt to say their weaknesses, lay in the appeal to the baser instincts. They lacked the humour and subtlety of a Spoiler, the double entendre of a Kitchener, Sparrow or Roaring Lion, the piercing commentary of an Atilla [on the death of George Washington Carver], a Lord Invader [Rum and Coca Cola], or a Sparrow [Jean and Dinah].

The composers and singers of yesteryear’s Calypsos made little more than pennies in the 1930s and 1940s, when entrance to a tent could have been as low as six cents. They sang to crowds accommodated on folding chairs or wooden benches in tents roofed in galvanised iron sheets and with sawdust covering dirt floors, and who would hoot them off the stage if their lyrics and content fell short.

Today’s Calypsonians, no matter how crude and pointedly suggestive some of their songs may be, can rattle off the names of places in North America and Europe in which they have performed, at the various points on the Carnival circuit, whether it be New York’s Labour Day, Toronto’s Caribana or London’s Notting Hill. Some are well off by today’s standards, living high off the hog, on the basis of Calypsos better left unsung and unheard, performing at venues at which the entrance can be as high as 1000 times that of the 1930s!

The cynic would describe developments as the price of moving on. But we must wonder at the direction in which our national art form is moving. In the old days our singers stood on makeshift stages and rendered songs that were tuneful, meaningful and amusing. Today they stand on grand stages, strobe lights flashing over and around them, but what they offer is decidedly inferior stuff.

WHAT RED HOUSE?





A HOME FOR WE PATRICK

Opening Verse:
“She gone back for Prime Patrick
After de Patrick of Pans
Three Ra golden sun days,
De one that just eh man’s
Dey say is World Cup season,
But, which betting woman
Did ever have a reason
To t’ink Mills had a next hand?
But, she had to bowl de Hat trick
And dismiss dat first Patrick
Or, de man woulda run amok
Across we sweet land.”


Chorus:
“A home for we Patrick?
Who say so, so, so, so?
A home for we Patrick?
No, no, no, no!”


So I am no Bunji, Rudder, Stalin or Shadow; the above attempt at “calypso” bares (and bears) my uneven cadence and lamentable phrasing. I am not even an Iwer. In recognition of my lyrical deficiencies, I provide the simpler prose translation of the clumsy mess of an opening.

Readers may recall that two Sundays aback, I was so offended at the daring of Patrick Manning putting the wife next to him, on the Government front rack, I wrote, “The PM must know that many of the people find his display of House family hour quite sickening.” The following week found me wondering what another Patrick, this time of surname Arnold, was trying to do to our Panorama, when he shifted the show to a western mini-track in the Big Yard. Into an abundance of racket and mud and into a space where no food or drink were to be had. It was a pan graveyard.

Now, here I was, yet another Sunday, returning my attention to the “first Patrick,” who had the gall to irritate us over the Carnival weekend, by playing Godfather of the Nation, Father of All. He was the last thing in particular I had in mind for this day of the Sun God, Ra. Yet, I felt obliged to join my voice to the chorus of those who wanted to keep the Red House and its history out of Patrick’s egocentric, shortsighted grasp.

Maybe because I had spent so many hours within its wonderful walls, so much time reading about its past, listening to its present. Now, I was seeing its future threatened. Unfortunately for lectors, I thought I would try my hand at calypso, given that several with more authority than I have in that sector, were saying the 2003 season had yielded a poor crop. Surely, I was qualified enough to join the bad ranks. It was a flop.

However, as a rejoinder, I could argue that my awkward ballad was no more amateurish than is the stuff on the air. Nor was it more politically maladroit than the man who drove me to write the number. But I readily admit that my melody will never be as cunning a PNM Government that could this ordain, on eve of the Carnival weekend, when it knew many electors had nothing, but revelry, on their brain. It was political silly season.

My verse was unquestionably less self-serving than Patrick’s decision to move his office into OUR Parliament building. It was certainly not as insulting to the intelligence of the nation than the explanation advanced by our PM’s right hand man, Dr Lenny Saith, for uprooting the congress. Saith could try his best, but this was one tale that would never get a sale. Neither was my little ditty as costly to readers, since the Sunday Newsday cover price is quite fair. I would, and could never sell my melody for the millions, taxpayers were going to pay to refurbish Manning’s Red House, knock down a block of buildings for the legislature of the new millennium.

It would be very dear. My piece was without a doubt, not as worrying as the thought of PNM financiers dreaming of the money that their bank accounts would soon bear, from all this construction, destruction and reconstruction. In addition, the composition was definitely not a threat to the country’s democracy, not like the danger of having an administration that felt it could make such an important, emotive determination without public consultation. Or, without going to the very legislature, it proposes displacing, for its benediction. But most of all, I felt my quarter calypso, would never be able to make people steups as loudly as they have been, since the PNM threw its cards on the table, Carnival Thursday, laid bare its Red House blueprint. I really wish I were a calypsonian. Because then I could have written a powerful tune, which carried the smell of the 1990 blood on the Chamber floor, the 1903 life fluid in the soil outside the House, that is of the same rusty hue. Were I not so prosaic, I could have chanted of water riots, of coup and of fires, of all our Red House history that Manning and his crew were about to retire.

Had I been of a poetic inclination, I would have penned a stanza, about grand ceilings of gesso work that contrasted with a shell whose bullet holes made it look, like it had pox, with fever. Of the unoccupied space, available for its countrymen, of the abandon the Red House had suffered at the hands of our NAR, UNC and PNM. I would have composed a piece that “mashed up” Patrick in his hometown at Skinner Park. Something stinging, witty, a number that warned the Prime Minister about the risk involved in his lark, the peril of occupying ground, which was a temporary cemetery.

The toilet paper would have been worth the risk. For someone had to try to stop this new Manning dingolay. Someone had to say, “we don’t believe the excuses about needing space. When it comes to our Red House, you are ‘sanimanitay’.” But, composing a piece to communicate all of that would have demanded talent and super human labour. As you have seen, I have neither the ability nor the fever. In anticipation of one day creating a hit, I did though, vary the chorus a bit. Feel free to sing along this weekend as you chip, chip, chip, and watch Manning again, sink the PNM ship, ship, ship. Second chorus of  “A Home for we Patrick”:


“A home for we Patrick,
Who say so, so, so, so?
A home in de Red House
Tell him, no, no, no, no!”


Copyright of Suzanne Mills, Editor, daily Newsday. March 2003.
Special thanks to Iwer George.

Residential areas under siege

THE EDITOR: The residents of Ellerslie Park, Federation Park, Flagstaff Hill and surrounding areas in St James are totally besieged and quite fed up now of the noise that seems to have become a feature of this so-called residential area.

The Police barracks, when it is not drilling its recruits, opens its shooting range at ungodly hours in the morning and as Carnival approaches, plays loud music around the same time, ostensibly to let their horses become used to Carnival day noises. As if that is not enough, there are regular events taking place at which the public address system is turned to its fullest volume. That would not be so bad if the users of the system had some basic inkling of how to enhance our perception of their intellect. And this from the police who are supposed to be the guardians of the peace. The occupants of the barracks are truly terrorising us. As if that is not enough, the PSA recreation ground is hosts to Brassorama and Customs Boys fetes as the Carnival season approaches. This year we were subjected to the former on Saturday 22 followed by Wednesday 26 by the latter. Which of the party-goers and residents in the area did real work on Thursday 27.

The only people who slept on either night were deaf or very drunk. It was the wildest and noisiest events ever from this source and one fears for further deterioration in times to come. Unnecessary noise has always been a feature of developing countries and in our quest to move from that state, it might help if the so-called authorities would pay some attention to this aspect of our many weaknesses. Why is it necessary to turn up the volume of the public address system?

Those of us who wish to hear the music and follow the activities would find ourselves on spot. We also wish to alert the promoters of these events that we truly do not wish to be entertained by them. In any case, we seem to have very different ideas about what constitutes entertainment. It might surprise them to learn that we consider their inane statements over the systems a revelation of questionable intelligence and in keeping with the old adage, “empty vessels make the most noise.” One is tempted to ask of what use is the EMA in noise abatement? Have they already become a toothless tiger? Are we going to wait until someone goes berserk, is no longer able to stand the torture and do something truly awful? Or are we going to continue to make polite noises like we did about firecrackers at Christmas time and again after the recent injuries to attendees at the recent Machel Montano’s fiasco? I call on those responsible to deal with these issues if only to justify their occupation of posts assigned to do so.

C E BERRIDGE
Port-of-Spain

Stand up for what is right, Catholics

THE EDITOR: Referring to an article written by Fr Ian Taylor appearing in the Newsday of February 25, 2003 I want to commend Fr Taylor for his call to the Catholic people in this land to stand up for what is truth, what is noble and what is right in the eyes of God.

I believe Jesus looked down with favour for his bravery to speak out boldly. God is a merciful God, but according to the Scriptures he does not look upon sin with favour as we see in many places and throughout the history of mankind. Looking at Genesis 18 Abraham tried to bargain with God not to destroy Sodom, which was riddled with all kinds of sin, and God said to Abraham if He could find at least ten just men he would spare the whole place because of them, but unfortunately not even ten just men could be found and as a result the entire town was wiped out. We are living in a time when we don’t even have to be too bright to see how our society is degenerating and doing everything in its power to destroy itself and its future.

Our youth are following the waywardness of the adults who are supposed to be examples for them. A calypso a few years ago said the price of progress is high so high, isn’t that so true? How sad it is that we Catholics do not understand our faith and the call upon our lives by the Lord Jesus Christ, our bodies are the temples of the Holy Spirit and we should treat our bodies with respect at all times. II Corinthians 4:3 clearly shows that there is a veil upon the minds of those who are not on the way to salvation, those whose minds the god of this world has blinded to stop them seeing the light shed by the Good News of Jesus Christ. 

When Catholics receive Jesus personally into their lives they cannot continue living pagan lives, because Jesus says we are in the world but are not to be of the world. We cannot continue fooling ourselves into believing that Carnival is a cultural festival, ignoring the fact that it amounts to paganism in the highest form and we who belong to Jesus cannot be a part of it. Instead why don’t we lift our hands and raise our minds and hearts to praise and worship Almighty God when we have the opportunity, as so often presents itself. All due respect to Mr Kenny De Silva, Chairman of the NCC and the President of Pan Trinbago for the way they feel as expressed in their article on February 26 in response to Fr Taylor’s article. They obviously feel threatened, after all they have a lot to lose if Catholics pull out of carnival.

So my fellow Catholic brothers and sisters, a priest of God has spoken out publicly for what is right and it is a challenge, as being a Christian is, for those of us who want to inherit eternal life and come into the Kingdom of God. Why don’t we too stand up for what is righteous, what is good, what is pleasing in the sight of God. Again, Fr Taylor god bless you abundantly and keep you always His outspoken spokes-man regardless of the voices that may raise up against you when you speak.

ANN ALI
Catholic

Calypso icon Andre Tanker dies

An icon in the entertainment industry, Andre Tanker has died.

According to reports, Tanker collapsed at his home on Carnival Friday night after succumbing to a heart attack. He was rushed to the St Clair Medical Centre where he died after failed attempts to revive him. He was 61. When Sunday Newsday visited his neighbourhood in Maraval, neighbours recalled hearing his wife’s screams and expressed shock at hearing his passing. They recalled seeing him just days ago and he appeared vibrant and in good health. A special tribute will be paid to him at Dimanche Gras tonight, said National Carnival Commission (NCC) Chairman Kenny De Silva, who also expressed his shock and offered condolences to his family. He didn’t reveal details about plans for the show, except to say it would be  “a surprise”.

Up to Thursday night, Tanker performed his 2003 compositions “Rough Wine”, “Is Heat” and “Food Fight”, the latter a collaboration with Maximus Dan, at Mad Hatters Ball, MOBS2, Chaguaramas. Tanker made a resurgence at Carnival last year with one of the season’s biggest hits “Ben Lion”, a collaboration with the group 3 Canal. Up until his death, he had been in the studio working with producer Graham Wilson on his new album. Wendell Manwarren (3 Canal), friend and fellow artiste said that the Canal family was still trying to come to terms with his death. “I last saw him on television but I spoke to him up to a couple of days ago because we were discussing plans with regard to Ataklan. “Just recently we were talking and I was saying, ‘Andre is time to do your ‘Santana’ album,’ a collaboration with artistes, because to me he’s our equivalent of Santana,” said Manwarren. “We were working with him in the studio and the idea was to do a serious album outside of Carnival.” Manwarren described him as a “warrior hero, somebody who was committed to being an artiste from very early and maintained that course. He was committed to the craft and made it possible for others to follow. As a matter of fact, he was the first person I spoke to about coming into music. We are going to pay tribute to him as we celebrate the 10th year of our Jouvert band ‘X’.”

Tanker’s close friend, singer Ella Andall described him as the “head of the music family” in Trinidad and Tobago. She said that with his passing, it is hoped that “entertainers take another look at themselves and work harder to make our music worthwhile and not sound like a distraction.” Andall, who worked often with Tanker during his distinguished career, told Sunday Newsday “through his music, which he was devoted to with heart and soul, he reminded us to take pride in ourselves and our work. He is gone, but he will forever live in my memory, as I still feel close to him.” Culture Minister Pennelope Beckles also expressed her condolences on Tanker’s passing yesterday. She told Sunday Newsday he created his own space and left his mark in the local music industry.

Three die in road accidents

A MARITIME employee was one of three people killed on the nations’s roads between Friday night and early yesterday morning.  Those killed have been identified as Christopher McIntosh, 22, of Thompson Street, Mount Hope; Amit Dookraj, 24, of St Mary’s Village, Freeport; and Herbert St Hill George, 37, of Point Fortin.

George and McIntosh were both driving vehicles which they subsequently lost control of, while police said Dookraj ran in front of a vehicle driven by Chaguanas businessman, Khifa Lutchman. George, who lost his life around 4.30 am yesterday, was said by the police to be driving his black Elantra vehicle south along the Uriah Butler Highway, in the vicinity of Guayamare River, Caroni. The Point Fortin man ‘lost control of his vehicle’, which ended up in a ditch. He was thrown from the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road. George was taken to the Chaguanas Health Centre, where he died. Around 8.45 pm Friday, police sources said McIntosh was driving his white Ford Cortina vehicle east along Mendoza Street, Mount Hope.McIntosh, who was at the time in company with his cousin, Junior Francis, now warded at the Port-of-Spain General Hospital, is said by the police to have ‘lost control’ of his vehicle.

Police said McIntosh’s vehicle swerved into a lamppost on the southern side of the road, killing McIntosh instantly.  A report was made and a party of officers under ASPs Gregory Correira and Phillip and including Insp Dave Hillaire WP Cpl Gray and PCs Hosein, Sutherland and WPC Ganesh visited the scene and conducted investigations. And about 10 pm Friday, police said businessman Lutchman, 24, of Lange Park, was driving his red Mitsubishi Pajero vehicle south along the Southern Main Road, Freeport, when Dookraj, a carpenter, ran across the road from west to east and collided with Lutchman’s car. Police said Dookraj was thrown onto the pavement on the eastern side of the road.  He died on the spot.