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Following the Vybz Kartel murder trial live and on Twitter.

So I finally made it to the Vybz Kartel Murder Trial this week. Jamaican DJ Kartel and his four co-accused are charged with the murder of Clive Williams aka Lizard, an associate who apparently borrowed two guns from the DJ and was subsequently unable to return them. It is alleged that in retaliation he was murdered by the DJ and his accomplices. In an unprecedented move Kartel and company have been held without bail for two and a half years, while rumours have swirled that the Police had incontrovertible evidence of Lizard’s murder at the hands of Kartel and his friends (despite the fact that to this day Lizard’s body has not been found). The evidence was said to be in the form of text messages, voice messages and videos found on cell phones belonging to the DJ that were taken into custody by the Police when he was arrested on 29 September 2011. There was also a series of text messages sent by Lizard Williams to his girlfriend saying that he feared for his life and begging her to inform the police.
Although some people, like my friend Peter Dean Rickards, remain skeptical of such evidence (“If someone preppin’ to murder me the last thing I’m going to be doing is sending txt messages…maybe I’m different,” he tweeted and “1) we’re talking about Jamaica here 2) no matter where it is, if you are looking at someone getting ready to kill you…do you send txt messages or do something a little more urgent?”) quite a few people have made up their minds that the entertainer is guilty of the crimes he’s accused of. So much for the accused being considered innocent until proven guilty.
Even though a couple of journalists, Emily Crooks for example, have been expertly tweeting the proceedings each day I wanted to observe the trial live and direct for myself. I particularly wanted to see Kartel’s defence lawyer Tom Tavares-Finson in action but as luck would have it I picked a day when he had just finished cross examining a key witness and wasn’t scheduled to be on. Not only that, it turned out to be the very day when the proceedings were so dull and plodding that Kartel himself fell asleep after lunch (see Emily’s tweets below).
Nevertheless I thoroughly enjoyed being in court on Wednesday to witness Pierre Rodgers (co-accused Sean Storm’s attorney) systematically pick apart Detective Sergeant Patrick Linton’s testimony. Linton is the former head of the Cybercrimes Unit who downloaded and presented the evidence collected from Kartel’s phones. While waiting for a legal friend to arrive to take me into Courtroom 2 where the Kartel trial was scheduled, I bucked up Supreme Court Judge Bryan Sykes who assured me that I needed no such escort, having a right as a member of the public to attend the trial. That may be true in theory, but in reality entry wasn’t easy.
Had I not been escorted by a legal heavyweight the four heavy set plainclothes policemen outside the courtroom who interrogated us while barring entry would have intimidated me enough to make me leave. Having finally breached the hallowed theatre of justice I was surprised at how small the courtroom was, and intimate; i found myself seated about six feet away from Kartel and within spitting distance of the jury. The DJ wore a shocking pink shirt and orange tie and held a matching orange handkerchief that he occasionally squeezed or twisted in his hands.
I don’t know if there were any other members of the public there, the seats were mostly taken up by plain clothes policeman nattily dressed in suits with different coloured ties and lawyers in their John Crow like robes. Not all the lawyers present were involved with the case, many of them were attending court cases of their own and slipped in and out when time permitted. Legatus Maximus, whose live tweets from the trial i had followed the day before turned out to be one such lawyer.
For those interested in getting a taste of this case and the courtroom action I’ve assembled below a series of tweets from the account of the person tweeting on behalf of Vybz Kartel under the twitter handle @Iamthekartel, followed by some of @Emilynationwide and Legatus Maximus’s tweets capturing some of the action. The main strategy of the Defence this week has been to shake the credibility of Det Sergeant Linton by suggesting that the evidence under his custody was tampered with and unreliable. For a verbatim transcript of the chilling voice notes presented as evidence by the police and much more see Emily Crooks’s blog thecrooksofthematter.

Amsterdam 2013, a set on Flickr.
Stephen B. Aranha @sbaranha
I celebrate #Thanksgiving the old-fashioned way; I invite everyone to an enormous feast, after which I kill them and take away their land.StNaija @StNaija
It is interesting how large 1 Million Naira sounds when you don’t have it, and how small it is when you do.Adidja A. Palmer @iamthekartel
Tek ppl fi fool. Paid informant n anancy story while unu siddung in a Parliament bout unu waan lock up man fi sing crtn dancehall song. SmhStNaija @StNaija
One man talks carelessly and it becomes an indictment on the nation? Una go school at all?StNaija @StNaija
Yes it is! đ “@anniepaul: Wondering if the ‘una’ is equivalent to the Jamaican ‘unno’ meaning you plural or you all @StNaija”Chiagozie Nwonwu
@mazinwonwu
@StNaija @anniepaul both of them are from Igbo Unu–you, collective.
Two excellent articles on Mothers and Sons in India and an intriguing Indo-Jamaican singer who’s been erased from our memories.
So in lieu of an actual post here are two of the most compelling articles I read today. I’m grateful to my old friend Tejaswini Niranjana for the first one about Amru Sani, an Indo-Jamaican singer who broke through the sugarcane curtain to the metropolitan circuit in the 50s. Absolutely fascinating…would love to know more about her.
Second, a totally revealing article about Indian mothers and their sons, by a young, would-be Bollywood star, rehearsing for an audition as an Indian mother figure. The thing is you could probably substitute Jamaican for Indian and find that the piece pretty much describes the love affair many tough Jamaican men have with their mamas…
So here enjoy. trust me, these are two gems…
Evidently, Sani didnât do much to clear up the confusion. In various interviews, she claimed to have been born in Panama, to have grown up in India, to have been educated in Europe, and to have served as an airplane mechanic in England during World War II because she was too young to become a female pilot.
Amru Sani in Bombay
Perhaps the most credible explanation of Saniâs origins come from the Gleaner, published in Kingston, Jamaica. In 1943, the paper noted that Sani âwas going to England shortlyâ to join the Womenâs Auxiliary Air Force. The article listed her as âthe only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. M. P. Sani of 10, Lundford Road, St. Andrewâ, Jamaica. That would mean that Sani was probably the descendent of Indians shipped off to the West Indies to work as indentured labourers on the sugarcane plantations.
Those humble beginnings didnât stop her forging a very respectable career for herself. In addition to her music, stage performances in New York, Paris and Rome, she appeared in at least three films: a spaghetti Western called Maracatumba . . . ma non è una rumba (Italy, 1949), The Naked Maja (1958), and John Hustonâs The Bible: In the Beginning (1966).  She also made several appearances on the Ed Sullivan television show, including in the episode in which Elvis Presley made his debut.
For more visit Tajmahal Foxtrot….
And now, read all about the inexplicable bond between some mothers and their sons:
A few days ago, a male friend shared with me the tremendous unease he felt at the news of his motherâs impending breast reduction surgery. âItâs not that she wants her breasts smaller or firmer that bothers meâitâs the thought of the surgeonâs hands all over them!â he exclaimed. His mother, also very close to me, had discussed the same matter with me earlier: âI really want to wear pretty bras like you girls can. I want to be able to wear dresses and blouses rather than always loose kurtas. But I havenât told my son yet. I donât know why, but I just feel so shy to tell him.â
I am trying to establish myself as an actress in Mumbai, so it was charming to hear a story about breast reduction rather than breast enlargement. But more importantly, I happened to have an upcoming audition for the role of a young woman who, resenting her husband because of his relationship with his mother, redirects all her affection towards her son. While this premise is hardly original, being neither married nor a mother myself, I realised I would have lots to gain in terms of characterisation by paying close attention to the mothers and sons around me.
For the rest of the article go here.
So that’s it for now! back soon-
Fort de France, Fondacion Clement, a set on Flickr.
Greetings from Fort de France! check out my photo set of a visit to the Fondacion Clement…

Got this from my friend Heather by email…the author is unkown but if anyone knows who wrote it tell me and i’ll credit her/him…
Reading from The Book of Legends – Bolt 2 Vs 19-32
19: And when they were all gathered in a certain place in
the land of Lon, these
swift men of many nations, Usain, he being the swiftest of
the lot, did turn and say
to his fellow brethren from the land of Jahm.
20: Verily I shall go before thee to prepare a place on the
mountain for all of us
and one shall stand on my right hand and the other on my
left.
21: For know thee this, there are precious metals on offer
and it is written that we
are the chosen ones and that we alone shall partake of the
gold, silver and bronze
which they have prepared for us on Olympia.
22: There shall be none before us.
23: There shall be none with us on the mount of victory
24: Verily shall the naysayers be silenced and they shall
behold the people of Jahm
25: And they shall say amongst themselves “What sign is
this? How can a land so
small produce such giants?”
26: And they will be struck dumb.
27: We shall cover ourselves with the Black, the Green and
the Gold and show them
the back of our spiked feet.
28: They shall try to overtake us on the curved path. They
will fail.
29: They will try to ambush us in the straits. But they will
again fail, for we will
have already passed that way.
30: The tribe of Lewis shall make burnt offerings and pray
that duppy will tek us but
they will fail and be blinded, dumbfounded and confounded.
31: You Yohan of the Beastly Tribe, and you young Warrior of
the Tribe of Weir are
the chosen ones to be with me in victory.
32: Therefore I say unto thee brethren of Racers, come
swiftly and tarry not in this
starting place and I will meet thee both at the end of this
chevroned path [anon]
Unfortunately I don’t know who wrote this… but I do know
more precious metals will be earned by our relay teams today
and tomorrow!

Although Kingstonians were running around like chickens with their heads cut off yesterday preparing for the Emancipation Day holiday today a number of supermarkets and small stores were actually open for part of the day. The Indian stores for instance at the Marketplace and Northside Plaza. I was happy because I hadn’t been able to do a proper shopping last week but it did set me remembering an article I published three years ago in the British journal Slavery and Abolition called ‘Do You Remember the Days of Slav’ry?’ Connecting the Present with the Past in Contemporary Jamaica.
Supermarkets in Jamaica are mainly owned by Chinese families. The Indians and Chinese came here as indentured labourers, and emancipation from slavery clearly doesn’t have the same resonance for them as for the rest of the population. In my article i discuss at length the historical ambivalence to this holiday in Jamaica, the celebration of which was officially banned in 1962 when Jamaica became independent and only reinstated in August 2002 on the fortieth anniversary of independence by then prime minister, P.J. Patterson.

Why not make a pdf of the article available today I thought, considering that its Emancipation Day today and Jamaica is on the verge of celebrating its fiftieth anniversary of independence. The following abstract will explain why it may be of interest:
In early 2006, the parish councilors of St Elizabeth, Jamaica, decided not to support plans
for celebration of the abolition of the slave trade citing the position taken by National Hero Sir
Alexander Bustamante, founding father of the Jamaica Labour Party, that âwe should celebrate
our achievements (but) we should not look back at our shameâ. This article looks at
this instance and others like it of ambivalence towards the memory of slavery and how it
ought to be treated today. Main sources for the article are discussions in the public sphere,
radio, newspaper and television debates on the subject, and interviews with key principals
such as the chairwoman of the Committee for the Commemoration of the Abolition of
the Slave Trade as well as dissenting voices such as the St Elizabeth councilors during the
period 2006â2007 in the run-up to commemorative activities.
So here’s a link to it: https://anniepaul.net/do-you-remember-the-days-of-slavry/
In the published abstract we didn’t catch two errors…’abolition of the slave trade’ instead of ‘abolition of slavery’, which I’ve taken the opportunity to correct in the abstract above. Hope my article is of interest. Happy Emancipation Day!

P.S. The entire island has erupted into effusions of black. gold and green, the colours of the Jamaican flag. As @DamienWKing, head of the Economics Department at the University of the West Indies rightlynoted on Twitter: Proliferation of black, green & gold around the country is NOT frivolous. Builds social capital & sense of unity. Important for development.
There is hope.
Art in Madrid…, a set on Flickr.
Finally, the day of the General Strike in Spain on March 29 (Huelga General) I got to see the magnificent Reina Sofia Museum…and just walk the streets taking photos…