Dear Editor,
Fellow Guyanese, we must lift ourselves up by our shoelaces, even when we lack shoes. We cannot go on living as we have been doing all along. Guyanese existence has been snake pit, warzone, graveyard. Isn’t it time that we rise? I try. We are not rising. We are trapped in self-made snares. All over. We have come to love what is punishing, piercing, polarizing. Separately, the Americans must be contemplating what madness is loose in this land, given unusual public presents to the US Ambassador. There is high regard for her work ethic, not for her American-flavoured orders.
Right here, matters always deteriorate to a rabies-infested dog. I speak against the PNC, and the Attorney General Nandlall went into paroxysms of delight (‘deh so baad that even deh own damn dem’), in the media, and in parliament. Two other lovely lawmakers, a junior from Public Works and another from Labour gleefully identified yours truly as a ‘PNC’ man. The extent of intellect. Then, when the PNC is broadsided, none but Joe Harmon, retorted that I speak from ‘a PPP script.’ If this is the best that either the PPP or PNC can do, then we are doomed. They, not me. Doomed we are, for when then President Granger was called upon to gracefully concede in the last elections, hell overflowed. From PNC corners. We have to move out from the morass.
Now when the PPP-President, Vice President, others-are pressed for the credible and dependable, few are the Indians saying anything, standing for anything, doing anything. If all we are is about PPP and PNC, or Indian and African-and nothing but-then we are dead men and women walking. The foreigners will walk all over us, and for sixpence too. The wish is the Vice President were a different brother. The President must earn a new reputation: trustworthy. Opposition Leader Norton must start over. If awe are going to be better, rise higher than where we are, then all must be better.
Sincerely,
GHK Lall