Dear Editor,
If any rational Guyanese is astonished by the deliberate, joyful descent into the gutter at the US Embassy Independence Day reception, then a big gaudy dunce cap is due. A close look reveals that the gutter is the preferred place of residence – more the norm, than the exception – where some in the ruling claque are most comfortable amidst the slime and stench.
There was a leader who took pride in becoming the public embodiment of abrasive jarring conduct, and haemorrhaged a visceral vindictiveness in sickening utterances, septicaemic presence and snarling comportment. This person was the epitome of the common and coarse, or as Guyanese say, “common class” at its very worst.
Another wished for a plague on the residents of the capital city was from someone whose existence was characterized by intimate association with the toxic and destructive. Still another – in fact, more than one – bay like demented souls about putting up or shutting up; do things our way or no way at all. The moon is in a state of full constant glaze for them. Can you hear them howling?
They make a living barring practitioners from media events; especially those who dare to question, to probe, to call them out. They now test and push the limits of a newfound aggression. And all to suppress and overwhelm inquiring citizens seeking clarity and answers.
They revel and wine-down in the serial ugliness of stark sordid moments and the obscenity of themselves. Yes, they are that far gone, and so much in love with what they have become.
On and on, there is this endless exhibition of the barbaric, the classless, the lack of training, the stultifying deficiency of decency and upbringing.
These are the exemplars for the children; indeed, an education that is limitless in scope and powerful in its manifestation.
This is the reality of men and women rendered despicable by the putrefaction of power, and aspiring, then living, an altogether execrable existence.
No amount of money, coaching, social trophies, or pretended graces can alleviate or eliminate, or defuse the aroma of decay. Hence, Guyanese must live with the swagger of the illiterate and look the other way when the untreated effluent spills in the middle of the pathway before nostril and vision.
The American envoy did look the other way, when he refused to allow anyone to drag him into the gutter. His determined resistance was not to the gutter itself, but a concealed distaste for those who own it and monopolize its occupancy. Pradoville III is just not the place for those who know better.
Yours faithfully,
GHK Lall
