October, we are learning, has been dubbed Bahamian History Month. As a result, the airwaves have been resonating with talk about national heroes, honours, and heroes’ parks.
At the same time, though, I’m sure there are some Bahamians out there who are observing these activities with a jaded eye. What national heroes? What’s all the fuss about? Why shove aside Columbus, for heaven’s sake, who is a hero of universal magnitude (having put our islands on the European map) for a clutch of Johnnies-come-lately in three-piece suits?
Too many of us, still, thirty years after independence and thirty-six years after we began to govern ourselves, believe that things Bahamian are second-class, gauche, nothing much to write home about. And too many of us who think that are black.
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