PRIVILEGE & POWER CORRUPTS. EXTREME PRIVILEGE & POWER CORRUPTS COMPLETELY.

AFFLUENZA

quote –Paul Krugman

The discussion is alive in Jamaica 2016 and it focuses on the demise of Jamaican Entertainment featured in our Resorts.

Most people equate it to economic dollars and cents but in reality it is far more than micro economic principles. The investors are all affected by a new disease that only affects the wealthy – “affluenza “.

Wealth in itself is not bad. It’s what you do with it that really counts. Extreme wealth can do extreme damage and in the Jamaican context where any investor bringing with him cash and a promise of employment will suddenly realize his power on a grappling economy and one that lies prostate and welcoming.

So what happens to a so called “poor” country that gives so much to the #SuperWealthy? You simply have #affluenza!

The economic smothering of the Jamaican entertainment product by super wealthy Hoteliers all points to the growing political power of the wealthy few that shapes Jamaican politics.

They may not out rightly display their influence, but you can deduce their power from the silence or ineffective investigation of any government to the battle cry of the impoverished. The recent #GasScandal and now the ever louder #EntertainerScandal are just examples of such cries.

Why does it matter? Because it is economic slavery, the wealthy rig the system and enjoy the advantages of stifling bureaucracy.

#Oligarchy, the unfettered rule of the wealthy is alive and well in cash begging Jamaica. From telecommunications, food, auto and now tourism they hold the country by the balls and an apparent impotent government seems hooked on the pain.

#Narcissism, #Affluenza or maybe it’s #TheMullahTalksLoudest , it is a scary thought and for a small island it will be a debilitating disease that cripples only those without the dinero.

A new year has begun and now a new opportunity for change, change in the way our people are treated in their own country, a change to the perception that entertainers are not worthy , a change to the way we manage our music, our creative and intellectual property, a change in the way foreigners are hired in this country depraving Jamaican jobs and livelihood.

The discussion must begin and the truth will make a lot of people uncomfortable. But progress is impossible without change and those who cannot change their minds or their perceived beliefs of an equal playing field for every Jamaican , as well as the right for every Jamaican to work and express their creativity without fear of foreign imposition and dominance in their own country, cannot change anything.

WHILE ROME BURNS – BY SARAH MANLEY

michaelmanley sarahmanleyI thought I  would share this article by Sarah Manley. Who is Sarah Manley  some of you may ask? She is the daughter of probably Jamaica’s most famous Prime Minister, Michael Manley.

Love him or hate him, he was an orator. He was a motivator, he was Mr Charisma. His daughter Sarah has a spark of the old man and she is not afraid to speak. She speaks not as a politician, but as a concerned member of the Jamaican society , and she is also not affected by the disease that is rampant in our society called “party-itis! ”

Sarah has written this piece chiding the Jamaican glitterati that dared to showcase their wealth and arrogance in the midst of what is probably Jamaica’s ongoing environmental suicide, the Riverton City Dump. I have written my take on this, (see post here)  and to date the dump is still burning or to use Sarah’s words, Rome is Burning. As she rightly says, the venue chosen by these decadent souls is Emancipation Park which is not only a public park,  but one that should not be closed for  any ‘private’ event to excluding any member of the society. it is a public park with all intents and purposes.

Isn’t it ironic that the Park, Emancipation Park, built to celebrate the breaking of the chains from this very idea of elitism and power, should be the place for the re-enactment of this glorious past, especially as the poor  are suffering from fumes and smoke,  the color of their preferred dress of white? While many are choking, the elitist few are sipping champagne!

Are we like late Rome, infatuated with past glories, ruled by a complacent, greedy elite, and hopelessly powerless to respond to changing conditions? ( Camille Paglia) 

Sarah might not actually say it , but this scenario  is the bain of our society- classim. In jamaica there are only two classes- first class and no class and there are members of the first class that Sarah alludes to, that seek to control information and set the standards of what can be considered style. Why not? When you control information, you control the people. But it seems to go deeper than controlling the people.

An elite class that is free to operate without limits , whether imposed by law or even the fear from responses by the very people they mock, is a dangerous class. They are arrogantly detached from Jamaica’s reality and their Diner En Blanc is nothing but a slap in the face of those choking.

Marie Antoinette had declared in her glorious ignorance, ” well if they have no bread, let them eat cake”   and it proved to be nothing but a gross error of seismic misjudgement in the history of elitism. Jamaica’s elite seem to be vying for a close second as they may not necessarily want to share their cake, but certainly because of their  ‘affluenza’ disease,  they may be saying “well if they can’t breathe, let them use a purifyer!

Read on and leave your comments!

Paul. 3/2015

WHILE ROME BURNS by Sarah Manley
They say the victors record history. It is they who tell the story from their perspective, as they are often the only survivors to tell the tale. But, a narrative told only one way misses details that in hindsight are important. Small or large tidbits left out present an incomplete picture. Perspective matters.

When I posted the picture juxtaposition of the Diner En Blanc affaire beside the huge plumes of smoke from the Riverton City Dump fire blanketing the city of Kingston I did so with a clear conscience and a profound sense of irony. The elegant aerial of Jamaica’s elite decked out in fine style streaming in to our National Emancipation Park, a picture I might add widely circulated in social media, and in traditional media, presented an irresistible visual representation of the haves doing what haves do. Their choice of white clothing formed an almost cloud like film eerily similar to the white smoke billowing over the capital. While Rome Burns, a long venerated metaphor for those with excess living to excess in the midst of poverty and desperation begged to be the caption. Immediately came the backlash from attendees, many of whom I count among my friends, acquaintances, former school mates and family. I am myself a part of the elite of Jamaica. In fact I hold the dubious distinction by accident of birth, and by far more deliberate upbringing of being counted among the perhaps the most reviled of the elites, the political elite.

riverton cityA curious response emerged to my post from the attendees of the dinner. They seemed unaware that there was any irony attached at all and were genuinely surprised that I would put the two images together. They said they were unrelated. That the fire did not literally happen while they dined. They said in short that I was comparing apples and oranges. I was actually shocked. I expected some response, perhaps a sheepish, “well mi dear we may as well for Rome is burning anyway”. But to not see the irony at all was something that frankly astounded me. I can go on ad nauseum with examples of how Rome is figuratively burning daily, hourly, minutely in our beloved homeland. Where do I begin? I’ll begin with the dump itself which within a few short days and a few short miles away from the charming stylish dinner, began to suspiciously smoke, and as the head of the fire department said, was engulfed in flames over an unprecedented area, an area so large he has to attribute the fire to arson. This is not a new phenomena as these dump fires happen annually, and in fact it has been suggested are an accepted part of an economic structure so deformed that starting the fire is a common strategy of business development for the truck owners who are paid to haul the huge mounds of dirt needed to put it out. It is in fact business as usual. I go further. Noted environmentalists have said that strategies to improve garbage disposal in Jamaica have been repeatedly ignored by successive governments because they are either unaffordable or stand in the way of garbage for energy plans that appear to be permanently on the shelf. This is Rome burning literally and figuratively.

I can go on. The Ministry of Health, itself so cash strapped that it is frequently in the news for being short of even the most basic supplies, not to mention broken equipment it cannot repair, hospital beds it cannot supply etc, stated that it was awaiting results of air quality tests sent overseas to labs that we don’t have to determine the level of contamination in the smoke. Curiously, they later said that there will be no lasting effects from exposure. Fascinating. Are these Canadian lab results in? And what did they say? Enquiring minds want to know. These are but two of several examples of Rome in flames that are directly related to this particular fiasco.

jamaican eliteBut the merry revelers need not concern themselves with Rome as it appears they are exempt from it’s rules, it’s outcomes and it’s consequences. By example we look at the choice of the location secured for their bashment. The Emancipation Park. This park was opened in 2002 to serve as a monument to the end of the ignoble history on which our nation was built. In deference to it’s name and the freedom for which it stands its rules include that it is a public park. One of only a few carefully maintained public spaces in our city designed for all to enjoy. It costs 80 million sweat drenched dollars annually to keep it in it’s pristine state, money financed controversially from another venerable Jamaican institution the National Housing Trust. We forgive this misuse of NHT funds because this Park is for all of us. Or is it? The Diner En Blanc crowd, by virtue of its extensive political and economic connections in society appear to have circumnavigated the express rules of the park and managed to not only have a section, their special section, closed for their soiree, but to bring champagne no less, in a towering pyramid of sumptuous white, to the park which expressly prohibits the use of alcohol. Champagne, the glorious symbol of excess… the wine drunk by kings. Yet there is no irony. Yea right.

So we must ask ourselves this question. Why are these self important, over privileged, over exposed, immaculately dressed folk unable to see themselves as the fiddlers and to see Rome itself in flames around them? Why do they think they are entitled to have their story recounted by them only, from their perspective alone? Have they bought in to their own press? Over the past 20 or so years, a culture has emerged in Jamaica. In it, a society of “important” people have been created by virtue of attending social events and having those events publicized, first in the traditional press, which continues, and now in social media. It has become a thriving business where products are marketed and those in attendance are photographed and presented to the public as icons of style,fashion, and overall class and good taste.

In fact, these page two moments are peddled by calculating culture vultures who hold the other side of the coin, the often vicious gossip column entries as the sword over the heads of any party thrower who dares to exclude them from participating. It’s a pretty nasty trick that has exploited the over inflated egos of the wanna bes for financial gain. It has been allowed to flourish unchallenged for over 2 decades as no one wants to be on the receiving end of the pepper potty mouth. Is it this ridiculous press that has convinced the few that their aspirations, their desires to see themselves in newsprint are actually a form of relevance? Notably absent from the Blanc proceedings were many brokers of power in our charming little village. Well known politicians were not present, well known bankers, well known businessmen were not photographed frolicking among the champagne glasses and white table settings shamelessly touted in the weeks leading up by businesses owned by other members of the elite. Do they see the irony of flaming Rome surrounding the emancipated blancs? A good question.

I have long espoused a theory I find to be one of a few core root issues we suffer from in Jamaica. I call it form over function. We Jamaicans are spectacularly good at appearances. We are good at creating the appearance of success. We seem however to have confused looking the part with being the part. It is so ingrained in our culture that to many of us we genuinely think that if we show up, in the right attire, at the right address, it doesn’t matter if we actually produce nothing, do nothing, alter nothing, because to us, the mere fact of our presence is enough. Blanc is a fine example of this. Surely our haute couture elegance taking over Emancipation Park is evidence of our general success as movers and shakers in society.

Surely the fact that we could demonstrate such a sumptuous show of style is evidence of our virtue. To suggest otherwise is, well it’s just being a hater. But, form is not function. The appearance of success is not success.That you could turn up in your finery with your picnic baskets of (What was in those picnic baskets? Good cheese? Pate? Or tin mackerel?) of whatever, is evidence of nothing. Rome is a flame, despite your presence on the Boards of Associations, despite your Jimmy Choos. The desperate in ghettos ten deep to a room are plotting ever plotting to scale your wall, to pick your pocket, to carve themselves out a slice of your pie cooling just beyond their reach on your watchtower.

kingston skylineWe have its not my fault itis. Witness our Prime Minister’s statement to the people of Jamaica regarding the Head of the
NSWMA. She races to her defense with a most peculiar logic. She says, that since the head of the agency did not start the fire, she cannot be held accountable. Really? So what is her job then if not to take on the responsibility, and with that the concurrent accountability for happenings on the dump she collects a monthly paycheck to oversee? It’s nobody’s fault. Blame is not a thing we take easily here on the remnants of the plantation. Perhaps the sting of the cat o nine is so rooted in our ancestral memory avoiding blame is something we must do at all costs, for the whipping is hot, and the scars never fade.

Diner en Blanc is an international phenomenon. Originally it had about it an air of wanton subversion. In the past it was staged in public spaces without the permission of the authorities and the secrecy of the location was not only to surprise and delight the participants, but also to avoid authoritarian reaction. It has evolved into something else. An exclusive gathering of the crème de la crème showing the rest of us what style really looks like. When you hold such an event in a poor third world country, what you end up presenting is perhaps not what you intended, but it’s a spectacle that in our case ironically, preceded Rome literally igniting. It is the final layer of irony in an event ablaze with it that some picnickers are unable to see this perspective and it reeks of a denial so deep it is frightening.