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