Dear Editor,
I must rap Kiskadee Watch. It’s not lyrics of pathos. It’s a slight tap-a rap-on the knuckles of KW. A pointed editorial it is (“President’s address”-KW, Sept 04-26). But a major deficit lingers in its construction.[1]
President Ali said all those things in his address on the occasion of indigenous recognition[2]. Suddenly, everybody is a herald, a student of the Classics, a biblical sage. The clothing is what gives the president away. He said many things, covered plenty of territory. What else to expect of a man given to the hyperbolic and overwrought exuberance? I think that the KW’s editorial did justice to where President Ali went. What the editorial didn’t go near was the company that the president once kept, and kept for a long time. Since scripture was invoked by the president, then I claim the same grace. Today, when he works up a lather, is all fire and brimstone, there is this: I know not the man! The cowardly Peter in the time of the Galilean agony.
Whether it was or wasn’t one Mohamed or two of them (or more) that the president was pointing his fingers at, and hurling his version of feral blasts, it doesn’t matter. What is of relevance and significance is the relationship that existed before. A relationship that was as intimate as one could get. One that energized texts about taxes on a luxury vehicle[3], and god knows the exact volume of so much more. So, Mohamed has his scars. They run. They reek. But he is not alone. What about those who once held him in the tightest of tight embraces? Perhaps, President Ali could be so gracious as to incorporate the answer to that question in his next show before the nation. If the man Mohamed, one or two of them, is so tainted, then some of that had to rub off on those who coddled him, protected him, empowered him. These are not small potato considerations, but matters with national implications.
I have seen very warm photos of the same President Ali engaged and engrossed in delightful sharing with the Mohamed family. The odour from those times cannot stick to Azruddin Mohamed or Nazar “Shell” Mohamed alone. So, if there is going to be the inspiration of scripture, then let this verse be recalled and let it register. He who is without sin, let him cast the first stone. Neither bluff not boast can wash that away. Neither braggadocio nor buffoonery can turn the tide, disconnect what prevailed beyond the media. What was outside the reach of law enforcement and the GRA during those good times. The president would have Guyanese believe that one and only one can tango.
This is where I think that the KW editorial faded. Azruddin Mohamed and Nazar Mohamed could not have been the powers they were on their own. By themselves they had standing. But standing alone, they couldn’t have come to represent the vast powers that became second nature to them. It is not often that the arrangements for a successful no confidence motion for a party in opposition[4] is deposited in the palm of people of no account, people without the highest level of trust and highest clearance. Thus, I say recall the protections and pictures of comradery that are not a secret now. Let those include powerful Guyanese who were glad to be their friends and partners. I would go as far as saying their accessories in whatever fields they took aim at, and then flourished.
But this is where Guyana is today: saints and sinners. Heroes and villains. President Ali would make us believe that he belongs among saints; and is the epitome of the heroic. It is why this country can’t go anywhere, beyond buildings, despite its riches. The human structures are white washed tombs. Well-painted externally. Well-rotted internally.