After all these years, I have reached a conclusion that is at once technically conservative and politically audacious: Jamaica could, with sufficient political courage and structured capital reallocation, become substantially energy-self-sufficient by 2031. Let us look at the cold arithmetic To transition Jamaica’s power sector to an integrated, storm-hardened, green energy system by 2031 requires deploying approximately US$2.15 Billion in capital over five years... Read Mo

Failure can be an expensive tutor, but sometimes an excellent one. Ours drove me to spend considerable time examining why our venture did not succeed and, thereafter, to study tourism—not as a triumphant hotelier dispensing wisdom from some Olympian height, but as a chastened and intensely interested outside observer trying to understand how this enormous global industry actually works. Who owns what? Who controls what? Where does the tourist dollar enter?... Read More Onl

Our grievance is legitimate. Our memory is necessary. Our demand for justice is neither begging nor charity; CARICOM itself frames reparatory justice in terms of recognition, accountability and transformation. But beyond grievance lies a nobler embraceable possibility. Let Britain atone — not by paying backwards, but by helping the Caribbean move forwards.

“Test all things.” I no longer regard scepticism as discourtesy. When people exercising great power make grand claims, the citizen has not merely a right but a responsibility to ask: Where is the evidence? So when Prime Minister Andrew Holness told the Caribbean Infrastructure Forum in Miami on September 15 that “Jamaica will become the Singapore of the Caribbean”, I reached instinctively for several grains of salt. Singapore? That is an assertion capable of measurement

A country that could look at its own ledgers without flinching, and then act with invention rather than evasion, would have done something no empire ever managed. It would have converted the smell of guilt into the fragrance of institutional courage. That is a form of national pride worth cultivating — the pride of a nation that chose honesty over amnesia, and creation over denial. That, to me, would be Sweat 4.0. And it is the one genuine reparative odour that no billione

Why, despite decades of policy recognition, legislation, licensing and official declarations, does the ordinary Jamaican still experience beach access as a contested privilege rather than an unquestioned component of citizenship? That question cannot be answered by blaming one hotel. Nor should it be reduced to a crude argument against tourism or private investment. Jamaica needs tourism. But JM does not need a tourism model in which the profitable natural asset is progre

I learned to swim in Portland. Not in a hotel pool. Not behind a resort gate. Not after producing a credit card, booking a room, or asking permission. My grandfather, Lester Maylor, taught me to swim in Jamaica’s sea. I was Jamaican. The sea was there. I went to the beach. Six decades later, I find myself asking a question that my grandfather never needed to ask: WHO OWNS JAMAICA’S BEACHES? Tourism is vital. Investment is important. Visitors are welcome. But tourism can

The question is not whether the enslaved created wealth. They did. The question is whether the beneficiaries of that wealth ever fully compensated its unwilling producers. They did not. And if the debt was never repaid, then the moral and institutional question remains: Who still owes—and what would genuine repayment look like?

Who supplied the energy and intelligence that made the extraordinary accumulation of wealth from chattel slavery possible?

A democratic State requires institutions, experts, journalists, academics, civil servants, opposition politicians and citizens willing to identify danger before danger becomes disaster. Their responsibility is not simply to possess information. It is to interpret it honestly and communicate it intelligibly. A trumpet that makes an uncertain sound defeats its very purpose... Read More Online

Britain compensated slave-owners £20 million at emancipation. The formerly enslaved got nothing. That compensation became public debt—only finally repaid in 2015. This is not inherited guilt. It is unfinished justice.... Read Online

“If the judges cannot get along, how can we trust them to settle our disputes?” That question may be unfair. But it is real. And public confidence is not built by telling citizens that they are foolish for asking difficult questions. It is built by answering those questions. I therefore write this not as an opponent of the CCJ but as a Caribbeanist who desperately wants it to succeed. I want the CCJ to become the trusted final court of the Caribbean. I want our child

I have known many rivers, and I remember the stellings of Guyana and Suriname: crowded ferries, diesel-scented air, brown currents, shared food, laughter, prayers—and strangers becoming family before the opposite shore appeared. I also remember the shiver beneath the laughter: those anxious moments when a vessel stalled upon a Corantijn River bar and we were reminded, quietly, of the awesome power of the water. Today, that memory becomes a dirge for those lost... Read More

Her immediate objective should be admission to the strongest affordable undergraduate institution she can realistically enter, preferably one possessing excellent science programmes, research opportunities, medical-school preparation, accessible professors, and sufficiently generous financial aid that her mother is not financially crippled by the undergraduate years. During university, Kerlene can discover whether she is primarily... Read Online

Guyana’s grief reverberates across every bay, gulf, and inlet of our shared world. It touches the shores of Suriname, reaches across the sea to Jamaica, whispers through the hills of Haiti, and rests gently on the quiet beaches of Nevis. Wherever people live by the mercy of the waters, wherever men and women step onto a deck with trust in their hearts, this pain belongs to us all. We grieve for the souls who never saw the wooden planks of the landing stelling again, nor felt