Speightstown

You S A            –            by Steve Reid

Tell me which one.

Who will pay reparations?

Don’t bring to my plate said the last, though black and beautiful, I am President for all.

All lives matter.

My clothes are blue, red and starry.

What redress?

Blue lives matter.

Silver and gold have they plenty,

From Foundation to Foundation

Rich lives matter.

Get back to greatness.

Deceit and trickery rules.

Politicians lives matter.

Neither man nor woman we be.

No telling one from the other.

Queer lives matter.

40 acres and one mule.

No entendemos

History doesn’t matter.

Reparatory justice is the agenda.

Who cares?

“Black Lives Matter”

 

Speightstown

Babylon the bandit/#tenyoumust –      by Steve Reid

 

Start wid de apology.

Sins of ‘ur fathers and founding heroes… crimes against humanity… show remorse

Return InI.

Africa awaits its creators… Ithiopia stretch forth… kings and queens shall come

Make First people 1st again

Stop the genocide… the gods are alive… Indigenous people marginalized no more

Build cultural memorials

We want the truth…we will never forget… future generations are blessed to know

Finance medical research

Hypertension… diabetes… you make them high so

Eradicate illiteracy

Dan is de man in de van… jack sprat can eat no fat… colonial education highlights

Fund African knowledge programmes

We linking with Africa… watch we grow… together

Support psychological rehabilitation

Stop the lies…repair the damage… you need it too

Transfer technologies

No more as primary producers only…we innovating now…mind expansion

Pay your debt

You owe we… we own nothing… banish your unjust stranglehold

                                                                                                                                            October, 2000

Greetings in the name of the Most High, Haile Selassie I, Jah Rastafari, to Brethren and Sistren in Ichirouganaim (Barbados)

The I am gave the word and great was the company that published it.

The Ichirouganaim Council for the Advancement of Rastafari-ICAR- is an umbrella organization accepting members from all mansions of Rastafari and affiliated with similar Caribbean Rastafari organizations working towards organizing and centralizing Rastafari.

It is important at this time of our development for I and I as Rastafari to be recognized as an organized body which would be capable of representing its members in cases of discrimination and abuse of human rights, whether it be in the area of religion, employment, school, travel or otherwise.

Membership of this organization will facilitate the movement/travel of Rastafari individuals, groups, expertise, goods and services.

The objectives of ICAR are as follows:

  • To establish a charitable, non-profit organization namely for the advancement of communication, education, culture/agriculture and the promotion of training programmes beneficial to all brothers and sisters in Africa, the diaspora and Barbados in particular.
  • To address discrimination against Rastafari in any aspect of our basic human rights.
  • To enhance the spiritual, social and economic development of the community with special emphasis on the unemployed, socially marginalized and disadvantaged.
  • To work with all Rastafari, Pan-Africanists and black-conscious brothers/sisters in the diaspora as well as on the African continent who are in pursuit of the same goals i.e. reparations, repatriation and the general development of Africa.
  • To network with community-based organizations/NGO’s locally, regionally, and internationally whose aims are to protect the environment through sustainable development projects.
  • To promote developmental programmes geared at strengthening Rastafari family life with emphasis on youth education
  • To promote Rastafari culture in association with regional and international Rastafari communities
  • The NGO may become affiliated with regional and international bodies with similar objectives

MISSION STATEMENT

TO NETWORK WITH LOCAL,REGIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL RASTAFARI COMMUNITIES IN ORGANISING AND CENTRALISING RASTAFARI INTO THE NEW MILLENIUM.

Speightstown

Heal             –     by Steve Reid

Who made you so self-righteous?

What made you so aloft?

Is it your meagre success? It is meagre for your lack of imagination.

Is it your despair? You never started that way.

Where is your pride and honour? Beaten away?

Were you “born big”? What of your mother and father? And theirs… forever?

Well not me!

My ancestors are with me, in me, are me.

We live to be free.

Look at the down-pressors’ riches! You should be ashamed. Liars, thieves, murderers… my God!

You say no to reparatory justice…?

Closed minded fool in your comfort zone.

Heal you must.

Up you mighty people!

Speightstown

I can’t sleep – by Steve Reid

Where am I going? My feet are blistered.

Night time walking.

Oh the smell of filth, death.

Weeping, howling, shouting, silence…

Heavy chains, dragging, words I know not, people I can’t comprehend.

Now the rocking, churning, excrement.

Where am I going? I want my family.

Is this a punishment? I want to fight!

What of my children? Will I? How can I?

Death all around. I will not grow old.

To see Jah sun again. Am I now to lose my mind?

Where am I? Can I heal? When? Where are my calming memories?

Will I be forgotten? My eyes are wide open. Alive? Walking dead!

Forward ever… never backwards. I hate it!

Take me home!

I can’t sleep.