It is incredible to see how the minds of a people can be distorted in such a way that it gives no way to comprehend the views of others. NO, BRAA, I am not easy to be indoctrinated. Assad Shoman’s 13 Chapters has nothing to do with my way of thinking. You are underestimating my psyche. I am a “Lobo Estepario” (Steppe Wolf, written by Hermann Hesse).
“La Mitla” – the first night club of its kind in Acapulco. My uncle Norris was a very good friend of the owner, whose name was Wallace. I was twelve years old when I was working at “La Mitla.” My work consisted of the cleaning up of the place and packing of some huge ice boxes with beers and soft drinks, then after the setting up of the tables and chairs. My work was during the day from 10 a.m. until 6 p.m.
On one beautiful afternoon my boss called me; he was in another section. When I arrived at the table, he was sitting there with my uncle and two blonde American women in their late thirties. Not a word was said. One of the women, as a matter of fact, was very, very beautiful. Boy, with a guitar body and a couple appetizing front defenses. Just imagine, I was a little boy in need of a mother. (My mother was also a blonde woman, but with short nose.)
Anyhow, let me continue telling you about this Battle of St. George’s Caye between these two forces. Suddenly she touched me under my chin in a soft and tender way with her fingers. I looked at her with pitiful eyes, begging her with my innocent little features to embrace me. I was so close and yet so far. As a master in its field examining the product, she said, “No, give him another three years.”
My boss told me to go back to work. I moved off, but, I was trembling. The emotions were too strong: it was my first experience. The cannon of the Merlin started shooting at nothing because my beautiful enemy was too far and it would have been very expensive to hurt those in the middle. Do you imagine 1,200 slaves’ lives lost? It would have been a great blow to the masters’ economy.
Anyway, that was the beginning of a 40 years of experience with women from all parts of the world, of course in tourism, with the majority Americans. So, please Mr. Colin, don’t tell me about “poor Americans.” I am not interested in going to the U.S.A. I had never been interested; there is nothing there that I want. I had it all when I wanted to have it, in Acapulco and Cancun.
Today, I live in the bush, where there are no kinds of modern civilized services. Finca Solana is a hot spot. I have no street in front of my house or home: you can come and see for yourself. The path which is open, I have been keeping it that way from ever since. Right now there are some limbs from wild trees hanging over. I am waiting for the rain to stop to go and cut them off.
What, governments, area representatives, political parties, etc.? Man, this was a UDP project back in 1994, then after, it became a PUP campaign promise for development. It was only that, a promise – NADA. This time the UDP did not promise anything for Finca Solana, so, I am not expecting nothing. Finca Solana is a lovers’ hideout for all ages, including schoolgirls in their uniforms. You can find in Finca Solana whatever you are looking for. Ask the Commissioner of Police: he can give you some insight. It was recently published in the newspapers the raping of a woman. Well, in my point of view, she had nothing to do behind here at such hour.
When I came to live here for the first time in 1994, there was a gang giving trouble in Corozal and was using here as a hideout. I did not know at the time. One night the police came to visit me. They were not rude, but I did not like the approach. On the following day, I went to the Police Station and asked to talk to who was in charge. It was a lady. I presented myself and I told her what had happened.
A couple of weeks after such incident, one morning when I was going out I met a young man raggedly dressed, who had the appearance of a gang boy but, smelled as a policeman. You see, I had just come back to Belize from a bigger and more complex world. By the way, in those days the trees were very tall, about 70/80 feet high; this place was a virgin. The path of the old road from the time of the Caste War, where the people used to use to travel from Corozal to Punta Consejo by the seaside, was still visible.
Anyhow, I saw in the eyes of this young man the interest of wanting to know what was inside of my mobile home. So, I asked him, “Have you ever seen one of those inside?”
He said to me, “No.”
I asked him, “Would you like to see it?”
He said, “Yes.”
We were about 10 to 15 yards from the door. So we walked towards the entrance and I opened the door and told him with body language and words, “Come in.”
He said, “After you.”
I smiled inside and outside; they both had different meanings. I walked in and he came after. I looked over my shoulder to observe his eyes. I was not wrong: it was the eyes of a policeman. After showing him the inside of the house and he looking for whatever, we came out and I shut the door.
While we were leaving, I told him, “Now you can give in your report.” What ever we talked after, I don’t remember.
Mr. Eddie Longsworth is a friend of mine who I know for many years. Two or three years ago we had a conversation where he acknowledged that he is a descendant of the Baymen Clan. So, I thought it was nothing wrong to mention him in my writings; it was with good faith.
As for Mr. Bill Lindo and Hon. Melvin Hulse, I don’t know them and I have never heard them say publicly that they are authentic descendants of the sons of the Baymen Clan. It would be interesting to know how many authentic descendants of the sons of the Baymen’s Clan we have in the country of Belize. Probably in the coming National Census, we may be able to get the information. To begin with, I am a Maya.
17th October 2008
Finca Solana
Corozal Town