On Honour

I've got a colleague at COB who gives his students questions like the following at the beginning of every semester and asks the class to discuss the answers together:1. You find a wallet on the ground. In it are a BEC bill for $80 and four twenty dollar bills. What do you do?2. You just came home from a long day at work and you are starving. Nothing is open, and you are far too tired to cook. You find that your brother has cooked dinner, and you ask him to give you some. He agrees, but says that he wants you to give him your share of your inheritance in return. What do you do?3. You are a bright young person from a poor Family Island home. You want to go to university but you can't afford it. One day you meet a man who invites you to make delivery of a consignment of drugs, and promises you enough money to put you through the first two years of college. What do you do?4. You have been accused of a crime you have not committed, and for which you will be put to death. So far, you have protested your innocence, but no one will believe you. Finally you are told that if you confess your life will be spared, and, even better, if you name your accomplices, you could be set free. You have no accomplices. What do you do?At first glance, it would seem as though these questions are tests of people's honesty. They are, but they also reveal something even more fundamental: the idea of honour, of what an individual stands for. This is an idea that appears to be hopelessly out of date, but it crops up again and again, especially among people who work with the delinquent, the battered, the troubled, the addicted. These professionals call it self-esteem, and suggest it's as rare a commodity as pink pearls in conch shells.


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On Critical Thinking

A man and his son are driving home one day when they get into a terrible accident. The man dies on the way to the hospital, but the son can be saved by emergency surgery. The surgeon on duty takes one look at the boy and walks out of the theatre, saying to the nurses: "I can't operate. That's my son."This is an old chestnut, but effective. Some of us at COB, when teaching our students about logic, include it as a test of their critical thinking skills. When you know the trick, the answer is obvious, but otherwise it seems to be baffling. Again and again we find that students don't see through the problem, can't see what becomes obvious the moment you realize that the point from which you start to reason is fundamental to the solution of the puzzle.


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On Quality

Last Monday the National Art Gallery opened at Villa Doyle. For those of you who don't know, Villa Doyle is the big yellow house at the junction of West Street and West Hill Street, in town, opposite the St Francis' Catholic Cathedral and just up the hill from Educulture.It is the best thing the Bahamian government has given the Bahamian people in a long, long time.Now let me be clear. I'm not talking about the fact that we have an art gallery, that the Bahamian government has established a place where Bahamian artists can showcase their art, although that is fundamental and important. I'm not talking about the institution.I'm talking about its execution.


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On Education

Contrary to popular wisdom, I think television is a great tool. I watch a lot of it. I am married to a director who is always doing research. Because we don't have an active theatre scene in the country any more (something which bears discussion, but not now), he keeps his hand in and his mind tuned by watching the best television programmes he can. And I watch them with him.Recently, one of the programmes we watch reminded me of a quotation that I've heard on occasion, but not enough to be always with me. It was this:Good teachers instruct. Great teachers inspire.I like that.


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On Consideration

When I was sixteen, I had the opportunity to spend two years at the Lester B. Pearson United World College of the Pacific. These were revolutionary years for me. The college was founded on principles of internationalism, something about which we learn very little in this country as a rule, and it had lofty ideals: its ultimate goal, as part of the United World College Movement, was to promote world peace. It did this by offering scholarships to students from all over the world, seeking especially to include young people from countries who were enemies, and making them live together for eighteen months of their lives. The idea, put very simply, was that if you live with someone long enough, and get to understand them, their situation, their lives, you will be less likely to want to blow them off the face of the earth.Now I must confess. I was impressed by all the lofty idealism, and the experience of sharing my life with people from every continent of the globe was unique. But it was not this that changed me so fundamentally.You see, when I was sixteen I was sent to a school that had no rules.


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On Oral Culture

Have you ever been to a funeral, been handed the lovely funeral booklet with the dead person's photo on the front and the obituary inside, read that obituary to pass the time because you got to the funeral an hour early to ensure you got a seat, and then wondered why you had to sit through the obituary yet again, when some grieving relative or friend read the printed piece verbatim from the booklet?It drives some people nuts. It's repetitive, they say; it's unnecessary. Why read out loud what's already been printed on the page?I believe that that habit isn't something to become irritated about, but something to celebrate. There's a theory out there that argues that the way in which people communicate has profound effects on their culture. And you see, we Bahamians live in an oral culture. That means that what's printed often doesn't become valid until it's read or performed out loud.To communicate by speaking, you need at least two people: the speaker and the listener. People who go around talking to themselves are considered crazy, after all; so oral societies tend to place more emphasis on the group more than on the individual in the group. After all, communication can’t take place till you find someone to communicate with.To communicate in writing, you need only one person. You may think that you need a reader and a writer, but in fact the two can be the same person: people who keep diaries don’t write for anyone but themselves. And so literate societies tend to place more emphasis on the individual than on the group.When you speak the communication is instant. If the speaker falters, forgets what he was saying, the message is lost. If the listener happens not to be paying attention, the message is lost.When you write, though, you get the chance to spend time with the words on the page. You can go over them, check them, fix them, play with them till they are just right. When you read, you can stop reading when you become tired or inattentive and pick up where you left off.So what cultural traits do these trends generate? Well, look at it this way. A writer produces a text that is fixed. The effect on her audience is not immediate. Take this column, for instance. I’m sitting here on a Friday morning writing words that many people won’t see until Monday, and I will go over what I’m writing time and again before I send it out. I need to. If I say one thing at the beginning of the column, and another at the end, I can be sure that people are going to notice, and will stop me in the road and tell me I contradicted myself.Speakers, on the other hand, have a different task. Their primary goal is to hold their audience’s attention until the end, and what they actually say is not as important as how they say it. It is quite possible to talk for four or five hours, and hold your audience’s attention the whole while, and have a message that could have been delivered “dry” in twenty minutes. Hitler used to do this all the time, and many Bahamians have mastered this skill as well. This is not a bad thing; it is an art, and it is a fundamental one in a society that communicates primarily by speech.Oral societies consider face-to-face communication to be the most powerful form of contact. Letters are useful things, but they really don’t mean anything until they are followed up with the phone call or (even better) a face-to-face meeting. This is an important thing for bureaucrats and politicians and advertisers to remember; nothing works in The Bahamas like word of mouth.This commitment to face-to-face discourse affects really basic activities, like what you do when you enter a room with other people in it. In The Bahamas, the polite thing to do is to greet all the other people there—something that many foreigners find extremely difficult to do, having been raised in societies that teach that it is rude to speak to strangers before they speak to you.Oral societies adapt readily to change. Oral communication is not predictable—you may have to change your speech mid-stream depending on the response you get from your audience. Bahamian society changes very quickly indeed, usually without our realizing it, and Bahamians adapt readily to that change. It may not just be fickleness that allows us to switch our T-shirts when the government changes; it may also be our fundamental orality. It’s a new day, and we live in it.Oral societies also think about and respond to history differently from literate ones. In the absence of a written history, we tell tales about the past that reflect the context in which they are told. All these tales will have truth in them, but they are also likely to be incomplete; their purpose is to serve the people that they are being told by and to, and not to serve the past. Now while this is true of written histories, there is a difference; writing allows these histories to be gathered together so that a more complete picture may emerge. Because oral societies change so quickly, however, partial stories are often all that exist.In the fall of 2000, I taught a course that looked at the development of the modern Bahamas from the 1950s to the present. When I began it, most of my students had no concept of the positive role played by the PLP at that time; many, indeed, didn’t even know that the FNM began as a splinter group called the Free PLP. They had grown up under an FNM government that taught them, whether consciously or not, that everything the PLP had done until 1992 was corrupt, destructive and wicked. Then Sir Lynden Pindling died, and a completely different tale emerged. In a week’s time, Sir Lynden and his party had gone from being national villains to national heroes, and few of my students remarked on the difference.Being an oral society has given us many strengths. We are warm people; our habit of speaking to people we don’t know makes us appear warm and welcoming, and serves us well with visitors. We are also flexible people, and adapt well to change; this may help to explain in part some of The Bahamas’ success in a region where economic failure is prevalent. We don’t hold onto obsolete ways of life if we believe they will hold us back.But we also have to watch out for some pitfalls. Oral societies work best when they are small-scale groups of people who all know one another and have many ties. It is very difficult to build a nation on face-to-face communication, which quickly turns to nepotism and who-ya-know, with a flipside of victimization. Reliance on phone calls and personal contact makes the workings of a bureaucracy difficult; and the dependence on what people tell us rather than on what we discover for ourselves can make us gullible and open to manipulation.So let us celebrate our strengths as an oral culture, and watch out for the weaknesses. And the next time we go to a funeral, and hear a mourner read the printed obituary out loud, let us hold back our irritation and celebrate it instead.


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On Print and Power

There's an email making the rounds (I received it several months ago) entitled "Blacks Don't Read". Being Black, I read it. The general message of the email is simple and thought-provoking: that one of the reasons that African-Americans are still second-class citizens in their country is that they don't read.The email isn't talking about illiteracy -- the condition of being unable to read, or of having never learned to do so. It's talking about choosing not to read when one could choose to do so. And it's arguing that the consequences of making such a choice are, fundamentally, political.I think it has a point.A couple of years ago, I sat down to watch a special episode of A&E's Biography on the 100 most influential people of the millennium: politicians, inventors, writers, artists, composers, religious leaders, soldiers. One by one the people I considered likely to be at the top of the list were eliminated, until at last I was stumped: who would be named the most influential person of the last thousand years? The answer: Johannes Gutenberg, inventor of the printing press.Now this intrigued me, especially as I embarked upon a tertiary-level teaching career in which I was regularly astonished at the fact that so many of my students, like the African-Americans of the email, don't read. It's not that they can't read; it's that they choose not to. They see no use for reading. It's boring, they say. It's hard.Now some would ask the question: what's wrong with that? In our culture, we communicate primarily by oral means, and place value on what people say, and on what we hear, rather than what we find out through print. As a result, we don't raise our children to place value on reading or writing.Fair enough. But there's just one problem. In 2000, a bunch of thinkers in the most powerful country in the world picked the obscure inventor of the printing press to name the most influential person of the millennium. That suggests to me that it's not a question of culture. It's a question of power.Think about it. The man who took a mechanical press designed to squeeze the oil out of olives, created movable type, and used that contraption to issue the first printed Bible was considered to be more influential than Gandhi, Hitler, or Columbus; than Newton, Einstein, or Freud; than Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, or Alexander Graham Bell; than Martin Luther or Martin Luther King, than Shakespeare, Leonardo Da Vinci, Michelangelo or the Wright brothers, than Bill Gates or whatever genius invented the Internet.Why? Because one of the most basic foundations of power in the world comes from knowing information and controlling it.Before Gutenberg's printing press, ideas were disseminated by word of mouth. The most important of them were preserved in writing. Laws were written, the Bible was written, and the names of people who had to pay taxes were written. But in a world without print, what was written was an arcane collection of information that only a limited number of people could see for themselves.The printing press revolutionized the world by allowing ideas that were written to be reproduced so that more people could see them. In so doing, it also helped create a world which could be democratic, egalitarian and independent, because individuals had access to the information that empowered them.In a world without print, the power that comes from knowing information and controlling it is concentrated in the hands of the very few. In a world without print, not many people read; even fewer write. In a world without print, most people rely upon a handful of educated people to keep them informed. The rest of society is at their mercy.And to all intents and purposes, the Bahamas is a world without print.Now don't get me wrong. We are not living in the Middle Ages, in a pre-Renaissance society where the masses of people can't read. No; we are living in the modern Bahamas, in a postcolonial society where reading is considered old-fashioned, European, unimportant.In other words, we live in a society that chooses to inhabit a world without print. Publishers of Bahamian work are few and far between; Bahamian writers are the most obscure of all artists in the country; and, a full generation after Independence, there is no national library, no public collection of writing by and about our people that we can use to raise our children on, to give them an identity, a touchstone of print in a world where print is power. We live in a society where money is spent lavishly on street festivals and fireworks for rallies, but frugally on books and artists and libraries. We live in a society where opinion is formed in churches, at political gatherings, and on radio talk shows. Oh, we have newspapers, for sure; but they tend to be compendia of other people's words, and hard, analytical reporting is difficult to come by. We live in a world in which the printed matter we get is produced by other people, and not by ourselves.And so we live in a society that has chosen to relinquish the power that comes from print. In this our society is much like the pre-Gutenberg world. Too many of us believe things and think things that other people have told us, and not things that we have proven for ourselves to be valid. When one reads a book, one has time to reflect, to find other books, to check facts, to make up one's own mind; the exchange is simply between the reader and the book. But when one listens to a speech or a talk show or a sermon, or watches news on TV, the ideas fly past so quickly that one cannot question them, and one is swept up in the emotion of the moment, and has far less control, eventually, over what one believes.By rejecting any real kind of control over the products of print, we Bahamians have created a society that depends far too heavily for its information, its "truths", on a handful of powerful people. Very few of those powerful people are Bahamian. For by rejecting control over the products of print, we Bahamians have chosen not to produce much information of our own.Oh, we'll consume it, all right, if it's marketed to us, and especially if it comes from abroad. Just look at how many of us flock to see Hollywood movies, spout what we have learned from CNN or Fox or NBC Nightly News, inhabit a world shaped by the North American media giant. But we don't produce our own information. The production and dissemination of ideas is not a "Bahamian" thing. We are an oral society, and everything we have to say is encompassed in Junkanoo.So where does that place us on the scale of power and influence in the global world? If we read and produce and disseminate no information of our own, where does that leave us?


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On Culture

Just recently I had the pleasure of teaching a young man who proclaimed that Wendy's is as Bahamian as the Bamboo Shack. The reaction I get when I tell people about him is the same every time: a look of disbelief, a laugh, a scornful comment along the lines of "He mussee ain know who he is."It's obvious to those of us who know better. Our culture is unique! It's conch, it's fish-and-grits, it's Junkanoo and rake 'n' scrape and steam pork chop on a Thursday afternoon when you hungry-hungry, and it's dialect and straw work and beating a goombay drum. It's peas-n-rice, macaroni and cheese, potato salad, fried chicken and Kool-Aid on Sunday. In the words of Ronnie Butler, it's guinea corn hominy, yes indeed, stew shad and johnny cake, guinea corn hominy and lard. You must get some of that. It's Blue Hill Water Dry, and ringplay, and Over-the-Hill, and up south, and Gussiemaes; it's flour bag and George Symonette in wompas, Dr Offff and KB and Showtime in Rawson Square.It sure isn't Wendy's. What! That boy jes ain know who he is.


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On Being Bahamian

Just recently, during the lead-up to the FNM convention, the question was raised about whether race was still an issue for the Bahamian electorate. Of course it is. Race is the only marker of identity that is consistently invoked by Bahamians when we imagine ourselves.Note: I say consistently. When describing oneself as a Bahamian, one either flashes one's skin colour as a badge of identity, or else one defends oneself for not having that badge; for in the popular imagination, to be Bahamian is to be black. People who are not obviously black tend to spend a lot of time explaining why they are Bahamian even though their skin isn't. One's race is usually the very first thing that is considered when assessing whether one is a "true true" Bahamian or not.


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On Independence

When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me: "If you aim for a star, you might hit a tree." Being a rather literal-minded child, I used to imagine myself in a gigantic catapult, aiming at Polaris, and crashing into the dilly tree in our back yard on the way.The point is you need to dream big dreams to accomplish even a little bit of them. The bigger your dreams, the higher your goals, the further you are going to go. But if you begin with small goals, you will go nowhere at all."If you aim for the tree," she'd tell me, "you'll probably hit the ground."


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On Culture Shock

Well, the first thing I should say on this topic is that I lived out of the country for eight years.Not that my absence was planned. In 1992, I took advantage of a scholarship that was being offered in honour of the Quincentennial and went to England to pursue graduate studies; in 1995, the scholarship ran out. I moved to Canada to take up a job that would help me finish my dissertation while being fed and kept warm.Then came the millennium. Not wishing to allow a new century to see me living away from home, I applied for a job at the College of The Bahamas, got it, ended my exile, and came home.Returning to the Bahamas was something of a culture shock.Not on the surface: on the face of things, Nassau, at least, was buffed and shining and spiffy. New schools and clinics were everywhere, government buildings looked crisp and clean, Bay Street had reversed itself and was otherwise charming. People's cars were spanking new, and the extensive construction activities and the general beautification of the environment suggested that there was money in the country.And then I began to teach. And this culture -- my culture -- began to shock.


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