AS a daughter of Black River, the last week has been so, so hard. I have so many emotions and writing allows me to express all that I am feeling. And what I am feeling is a whole lot of loss, grief, nostalgia, relief, frustration, helplessness, love, pride, and stress. A LOT of stress.
Black River was where I spent my childhood, after arriving at age four with Windrush generation parents who met and married in London, England. Black River is where my parents built there dream retirement home, and where family members have been principal, teachers, pastor, nurse, bank staff, public servants, and more. My great, great, great grandfather Archibald Monteith got married in Black River Anglican Church. I know the coconut guy, the cane guy, the women in the market where I get plantains, callaloo, mangoes, and the rastaman from which we get local honey. I know the manager at the bank and have a great ‘link’ at the tax office.
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