I have always been fascinated by perspective. The way four
people can be present at one event, or one country and experience
it in an entirely different way depending where they are coming
from. Lawrence Durrell does it beautifully in the Alexandria
Quartet’s weaving the voices of four friends in the sultry
musky sunshine of that ancient city.
A quartet of sorts unfolded around me, with the glittering
serendipity you occasionally stumble on in the rich jumble
of this country, (not unlike Alexandria of the mid 20th century)
with its extreme passions and bright colours, and sudden deaths,
shocked weeping and laughter, with non-stop crashing of waves
around us.
In the lovely casual way we have of striking quick intimacies
with people, going from hello to the state of one’s soul
in five seconds, encounters with a house painter a businessman,
a real estate agent and a marketing professional, gave me
varying perspectives. I was able through their honesty to
inhabit separate lives for those few minutes.
Quartet 1
The 28-year-old house painter from Laventille is a sweet-natured
hard-working handsome young man with a girlfriend he adores
and plans to marry:
“I am one of five children. My mother is a single parent.
I grew up without a father. He went to the US and I never
saw him. I was once part of a gang. I left when I fell out
with them and escaped a bullet to my head. Every morning I
leave a street full of young men who will sit in one spot
for the whole day, like it’s a job. They live from day
to day. Most of them don’t have money to travel out of
Laventille but they own a gun. How you think that happened?
They are controlled by the real big boys in society. Most
of the boys in my original gang are dead. Crime is the mentality
that comes from years of neglect and ten-day jobs. Training
centres have opened in Laventille but we need proper jobs,
roads, homes. If you’re poor all you think of is money.
Low paying job
“Crime gives men a certain lifestyle and rank. They get
cable TV, cars, jewelry, phones, brands. They will not give
that up for a low-paying job. They would do a contract killing
or shoot a man in the back for his car without a care because
they themselves feel they don’t have anything to live
for. People are afraid to hire you if you’re from Laventille
so you have to lie about your address but good people live
here too.
“The boys in my block watch me as I leave for work but
I feel proud of my skills, of filling my pocket honestly.
I have a lot to live for, a lot to offer society. That bullet
flying past me taught me that.”
Quartet 2
A 51-year-old Syrian-Trini who migrated to Europe after the
surge in kidnapping and violent crime: “I just got off
the phone from a friend who said his son escaped being kidnapped.
The relief I feel when I am abroad, at my children being able
to walk on the streets and know they are safe, to go to a
corner shop by themselves, to sit with the front door open
in a garden, to use public transport, to go about my business
feeling safe is worth living in exile.
I left my entire family, friends and business associates of
a lifetime, my country that I love, for that peace of mind.
It’s expensive, it’s lonely, and it’s cold
and dark for months, but if that’s what I have to do
to make sure my children are safe I’ll do it. When they
are settled in university in a few years, and if the country
is safer maybe we’ll come back. This is our home, always
will be, our navel strings are buried here but our choice
was either to live like prisoners or leave. We left, with
heavy hearts."
Quartet to be continued
