‘May the next generation curse a government so blind . . .’

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Nobel Laureates Derek Walcott and Sir Arthur Lewis. As far as accolades go, their contributions to Saint Lucia remain unmatched.

hese days, when we most need it, we hear not a word from Derek Walcott. Blame age, failing health and commitments that leave this genius son of the soil little time for anything other than work. Gone are the days when predictably he would speak out against any official policy not in the best interests of Helen; when he referred to certain official statements as “the argument of whores,” and officials with “minds incapable of metaphor.” Walcott has been for some time next to silent. And that’s a great pity.

Some might say we have his books that speak for him with stunning clarity. But then so many of our ostensible best brains have been heard to say, without the smallest hint of embarrassment, that Derek Walcott writes only for fellow geniuses, not for the average resident of the Rock of Sages.

Which may well be true—but only half so. The world’s most respected literary giants have never been reluctant to say how highly they rate the works of Derek Walcott, some having declared him the best living writer in English. Only in this land that gave him birth are his books largely ignored. As is the Nobel winner himself. Some of us have actually attempted to justify our lack of appreciation for the man and his oeuvre, in the process inadvertently saying a whole lot more about ourselves.

Ask the loudest mouth at your favorite watering hole why he has never read Walcott and predictably he will echo some adored moron, quite likely an incumbent politician of dubious repute: “Gassa, dah man too deep.” Why is Derek Walcott so treated by his fellow Saint Lucian? Might as well ask why some of us continue to insult the memory of our first Nobel winner Sir Arthur Lewis. Doubtless he too was in life “too deep!”

Of course the politically inclined have always been quick to suggest Walcott supports a particular party—as if that were a crime deserving of crucifixion—when in fact what Walcott cares most about is art, and the protection of our heritage. Consequently, the enemies of art are Walcott’s natural enemies. Following was his reaction to news that John Compton had in the mid-80s granted a group of Iranian businessmen permission to build a tourist resort on what the poet has always considered consecrated ground: “The sale of land between the Pitons for a hotel development could have been negotiated only by minds incapable of metaphor.”

On the occasion he wrote for publication exclusively in the STAR, a poem entitled “Litany to the Pitons” (reproduced in its entirety in my book “Lapses & Infelicities”), from which is taken the following: These would sell their own sons/They sold me, they sold you when they sold the Pitons/May the next generation curse a government so blind/It handed over a nation sealed, delivered and signed.

Back in the day, there was seldom a Labour Party rally that did not make convenient use of “Litany to the Pitons”—Walcott’s special gift to the STAR. The poem may well have inspired the formation of the Saint Lucia Environment and Development Action Council (SLEDAC), with Kenny Anthony, renowned artist Llewellyn Xavier and Dr. Len Ishmael, then a lecturer at the Cave Hill campus of the University of the West Indies. It is worth recalling that at the time of the Jalousie controversy John Compton and Derek Walcott were close friends. But that hardly mattered. Certainly friendship did not hold back the poet from writing, as the opening lines of “Litany to the Pitons”: Horns of Compton Pay for us/Tenants of Tennant Pay for us/M for our Mother Pay for us . . .

That it was a Labour administration that first profited from the UWP-Iranian arrangements was never as important to Walcott as was the deal itself. Not that he abhors tourism, as some have desperately claimed. It is what the poet sees as “whoring” and “the rape of fair Helen” in the name of tourism that causes him pain. Visit his book, “What the Twilight Says” for validation.

At 82 he is as wary as he is weary, and ever so careful not to be misconstrued, especially by politicians and their hacks. So, no surprise that in a recalled STAR interview, he answered a reporter’s question this way: “I don’t want to make a judgment that is going to incriminate any one party or any government. Saint Lucia is going through a tough economic crisis and naturally the arts suffer. What we have to do is to keep thinking that no matter what the crisis, the arts are a necessity. But we have to have the money to sustain them. So, yes, more should be done but we need to look for subsidies . . .” Additionally: “We still do not have a museum or a theater, and that’s criminal. And no party should excuse itself for not doing that for the people. These are things not for the artists; they are things for the people of Saint Lucia.”

How reassuring to discover the old fire of the late 80s continued to burn bright in his 82-year-old belly. In response to another question about the “relaunched” Freedom Bay project, Walcott asked: “Who is allowing this to happen? This government? I didn’t know that. That’s very bad news to me. That’s terrible news—and the messenger should be shot!”

Moreover: “How can they find room to build a hotel at the foot of the Pitons and can’t find a spot to build a museum? That’s the rage that I have. That’s the anger I have. My brother died working for the arts in Saint Lucia . . . I suppose I, too, will die and not see it happen. This is shameful.”
Finally it was his turn to ask the important questions: “And exactly where is this place? Will you see it in any projection of Petit Piton? And nobody has objected? So the deal was approved by the Saint Lucian government?”

You could almost see the fire in his belly slowly dying as he groaned: “I am ashamed of my country, because that’s whoring, and you can quote me on that. If you are telling me right, that there is going to be a hotel built at the base of Petit Piton, visible as a hotel, then that is whoring . . . There can still be time for protest but what can you say when a country approves of its own disfigurement?”

You could call it a country gone mad. What you cannot say is that Derek Walcott ever gave a hoot about anything other than art and the people of Saint Lucia whose heritage, he truly believes, should never be sold by their elected representatives in the name of mindless and unplanned tourism. Or in retaliation to what the prime minister of Saint Lucia recently described as crises “of our own making!”
The above was first published in January, 2013 in the
STAR Newspaper.

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