Is it just me or does anyone recall when the average person who used patios^ (patwa) was looked down upon by the people who live above Cross Roads?
Remember when that part of Jamaica, the borjouise, sneered at the fact that the vast majority of the Jamaican people were unable to speak fluent English, and were only able to express themselves in their native patwa?
I don’t know about you, but I recall full well how those infidels disrespected the average person for being what they characterized as dunce, because they were only able to speak the dialect.
As a young police officer, I recall their disdain for the cops who they deemeed beneath them because they spoke Patwa.
In their fake uptown accents, they would ask me sometimes “where were you trained”? Because I sometimes humored them by speaking the so-called queen’s English. Little did they know how repulsed I was by their attempts to pander to me.
Now if you remember how they hated patwa, then focus now on their utter disdain when we cut a few[bombo claat].
The worst transgressors were the ones who had tread the corridors of academia, the UWI in particular. That most leftist clique which had just emerged from the dormancy of their status as the Lumpen proletariat and was now the new face of the intelligentsia, progressive and in charge. Flushed with their newfound power and freedom from the shackles of colonial domination, they were the new sheriff in town, they would decide standards, good and bad.
If you ever wondered what that face looked like, look no further than the Jezebel Carolyn Cooper.
But it is far from Cooper the iconoclast alone, who have been hell-bent on the destruction of our revered culture.
There is now a whole slew of others who also have traversed those same corridors, who were supposed to come out educated in the true sense of the word, but for all intents and purposes seem to have gone in like johnny cake and came out like dumpling.
So patwa was the language spoken by the underclass, uneducated peasantry, and for a while, that was the status quo because the bourgeoise said so.
Until they decided that since the Jamaican culture had become a thing, a thing of interest to other people in other parts of the world all of a sudden like wild horses the UWI crowd is now in a dead race to be seen as a catalyst for all things patwa.Collouquiolism and coarseness is supposed to be the new standard, simply because they say so, because they are now comfortable for it to be so.
But we know that these frauds were the very ones turning up their noses at this dialect and the people who speak it, not out of desire, but because it was all they could muster.
Yesterday I wrote about the young upstart Senator Andrea Haughton of the PNP who had his feelings hurt because the police had appropriately pulled the plug on a reggae show in which expletives were being used. Obviously this little emperor in the making, must have been at the show when it was stopped and felt powerless that his status as an esteemed senator and a Doctor to boot, were not enough to cause the police to cower at his very presence.
And, knowing the Jamaican police they probably would have cowered had he intervened, if past is prologue.
He now tells local media that he wants to revisit the (town and community act), because our supposed bad words are not bad words at all.
As if he doesn’t know that the words themselves are not bad, but the negative connotations we attach to them which determines their inappropriateness and coarseness.
(Or does he)?
True to form, UWI Professor Emerita Carolyn Cooper, has thrown her support behind the Haughton idea, claiming (“Jamaican bad words have a quite respectable pedigree. They usually refer to perfectly good female body parts and functions. But the language of these bad words is often of African origin. So it’s almost impossible for some of us to fully appreciate the explosive power of a big, fat, bad word. It’s positive energy, not just negative. But we can’t see that. We’re still trapped in damning stereotypes about our culture.”
Reverting to my own colloquial schooling, I am tempted to point out just how flies tend to follow shit wherever it is?
This was the same woman who brought now convicted murderer Vybz Kartel into the supposed epic-center of higher learning [sic], the UWI to give lectures.
These are the very same supposed experts and cultural icons who want to turn over our children to the teachings of homosexuality and other acts of immorality under a faux canopy of cultural
Instead of being leaders of intellectual thought, these charlatans have positioned themselves as infidels and instruments of degeneracy. They are dangerous, and a detriment to our society and its existence as a functioning place for people to live and raise their families.
And all for the sake of cheap thrills and a forward as the dance-hall would say.
Look for this to gather steam as Jamaica has decidedly embarked on a path toward degeneracy. Its leaders have convinced themselves that cheap popularity is far more valuable than maintaining cultural norms which have made us uniquely Jamaica.
Further advancing the hedonistic, and lascivious shell of our former selves that we have become.
Mike Beckles is a former Jamaican police Detective corporal, a business owner, avid researcher, and blogger.
He is a black achiever honoree, and publisher of the blog chatt-a-box.com.
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