It's the Jamaicans as well, or so Marlon James says.Â To wit:
Even though Iâ€™m dead set on becoming one, I have a huge problem with expatriates. Bad times are good times for somebody and as some Jamaicans go through the worst of times, expatriates seem to be coming here by the plane load, taking jobs, many of which Jamaicans are qualified or can be trained to do. I see them at Heathers, Peppers, Red Bones and sometimes I canâ€™t shake this feeling that we are entering a new era of Massas disguised as marketing managers, efficiency experts, HR managers and police commissioners. I canâ€™t shake this feeling even as I scour the online career website looking for a way to put this creative writing MA to good use. I was ambivalent about my ill will to expatriates for a long time until I realized that it wasnâ€™t them I was pissed off with. It was Jamaicans. We are the people of the plateauâ€”we work as much as is necessary to reach a flat, safe place. Then we stay there for thirty years.Is there anything so ludicrous as the Long service award? Itâ€™s to reward someone for not making anything of their lives, for hedging their bets, for playing it safe, for setting their brain on dim for thirty years. For being mediocre. And not just in work but in education, politics, philosophy, music, and life. It's not that expatriates take jobs that Jamaicans canâ€™t doâ€”its that they take jobs we donâ€™t feel we have a right to.
And I'm not so sure he's wrong.Â After all, we're all saying it: mediocrity is all around us, and it not enough.Food for thought, hey?