#BTColumn – Paule Marshall and a Republic Barbados

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by David Comissiong

Over the past sixty plus years, Paule Marshall – the famous Barbadian/American female writer who recently joined the ancestors – has been trying to deliver a very important message to the Barbadian people through her impressive suite of novels – Brown Girl, Brownstones; The Chosen Place, The Timeless People; Praisesong for the Widow; and Daughters. The “message” that she has been trying to convey is intimately connected to the “Bussa Rebellion” of 1816.

Let us, therefore, spend a little time focusing on Ms. Marshall’s works and the profound central theme that is embedded in them. Having read Ms. Marshall’s novels, I would essay to summarise, interpret and express this message/theme as follows:-

  “The suffering of our black Barbadian ancestors was so great, the sacrifices that they made were so monumental, and – against that horrific background – the aspiration that they manifested when they set out to destroy the system of slavery, was so toweringly magnificent, that if we – their descendants – refuse to remember, acknowledge and do justice to that history, and instead settle
for a social/national existence that is small and tawdry, we will retard and destroy ourselves – first in the psyche or spirit and then in every other way!”

Paule Marshall has explained that this historical/cultural insight first dawned upon her during a year long visit to Barbados in the year 1957. At the time, she was a 28 year old Barbadian/American woman who had been born in Brooklyn, New York City to a Barbadian mother (Adriana Viola Clement) and a Barbadian father (Sam Burke); had grown up in a tightly knit Barbadian community in Brooklyn; and had spent a year in Barbados as a nine year old girl in 1938/39.

In her 2009 memoir entitled “Triangular Road”. Ms. Marshall described her epiphanous experience as follows:- “At least twice a month, I dutifully travelled up to the remote hilly district called Scotland on the Atlantic side of the island… On one of my first trips upcountry the bus I was on had been held up by an accident on the narrow country road.

One of the huge lorries used to transport the harvested sugarcane to the mills had side-swiped a parked lorry being loaded at the road-side. No damage had been done; yet a full-scale shouting match was underway between the work crews on the two lorries.

There was more “Gor blimmuh this, Gor blimmuh that!” to be heard. More “Wha’ de shite this, Wha’ de rass-hole that!” Along with much posturing and displays of menacing gestures.

What interested me more than the men and their histrionics were the women “headers” at the scene. These were the women who worked in the fields during “crop-time”, their job to tie the freshly cut canes into great bundles weighing hundreds of pounds, which they then carried on their heads across the fields to the lorries waiting at the roadside.

One of the headers, though, remained silent. A stringy, raw-boned woman with large, badly splayed feet, she appeared to be oblivious to the shouting match around her and, strangely, even oblivious to the overload of canes on her head and the  searing midday sun.

Indeed, the woman seemed entirely removed from everything and everyone around her – her gaze was that distant, that detached. It was almost as if she had physically turned away from the present scene, the present moment, and, the huge sheaf of canes on her head, was walking back toward another place and another time altogether.

Or so it seemed to me. Her unsightly feet taking her back to some past event that I imagined was of far more importance than the squabble at the roadside.

From her eager stride, it had to be a momentous event, one that had perhaps promised her and those like her something better than cane-fields, hot sun and work as headers during the crop season.

And she, for one, would steadfastly refuse to engage the present, the here-and-now, until that long-ago promise was fulfilled. The set expression on her face declared as much.

And what might have been the momentous event to which she remained so faithful? Might it have been the Easter Sunday morning uprising of 1816 that I had read about at the Barbados Museum… The rebellion had been led by the legendary, the “incorrigible” Bussa and his equally “incorrigible” coconspirator, the house servant Nanny Griggs.

Plotting together, the two had managed to assemble a force of some four hundred and more from the surrounding plantations. Then, come Easter dawn, with the planters attending the sunrise service, the chattel forces had struck.

The rebellion failed, as did many others on the island from the beginning. Nevertheless, Bussa and Nanny Griggs are considered the Nat Turner and Toussaint L’Ouverture of Barbados.

Years later they would also serve as inspiration for my second novel, The Chosen Place, the Time-less People.”  Our national historian – Professor Sir Hilary Beckles – has informed us in his “A History of Barbados” that “the enslaved had organized an islandwide conspiracy to overthrow the slave owners and to obtain their freedom.

The Governor, the Colonels of militia and the Commandant of the imperial troops were all convinced that this was the case. They denied that the rebellion was limited in nature or directed specifically against a section of the island’s planter class.”

In other words, our ancestors – led by Bussa, Nanny Grigg, Jackey, Cain Davis, Roach and Washington Franklin among many others – intended to destroy the slave society then in existence and replace it with a new and liberating social order.

And they held fast to this intention even in the face of Barbados being a veritable “island fortress”, with virtually every area of land under the control of slave plantations, ferocious armed local white militias in place in virtually every parish, and the powerful British imperial Army stationed at the Garrison.

We present-day Barbadians need to pause and reflect on the sheer audacity, heroism, and magnificence of that mission that our ancestors set out to accomplish 200 years ago! Nothing else that we have attempted to do since then – not even our 1960’s campaign to secure Independence – has come anywhere close to this in meaningfulness and commitment.

We also need to reflect on the tremendous sense of unity that undergirded the Bussa Rebellion. Our enslaved ancestors had attempted to revolt on several occasions prior to the Bussa Rebellion, but the effort had always collapsed, usually because the conspiracy was “sold out” by a black traitor.

But this was not the case in 1816! For the first time in the history of our then colony of Barbados, the enslaved community was able to come together in unity to plan and organise a sophisticated revolutionary strategy that involved dozens of leaders on plantations located all across St. Philip, Christ Church,
St George, St Thomas and St John.

They were able to unite to collectively attempt a noble and towering mission. Surely, in this year of 2021 – the 205th anniversary year of the great “Bussa Rebellion” – we Barbadians need to embrace the notion of coming together– uniting– to attempt to do something truly significant and meaningful, something magnificent, for and with ourselves and our nation!

This is the type of heroic challenge that we Barbadian people need  to embrace and act upon at this time!  And, could that magnificent “something” be to UNITE in order to accomplish the transformation of our country into a proud, conscious and self respecting Republic?

A Republic that is characterised not merely by the presence of a native Barbadian Head of State, but also by a profound commitment to social equality, participatory governance, national discipline and self reliance, empathy with our fellow citizens, and a  commitment to champion and uphold universal human rights and to strive for the highest standards of collective achievement as a people.

Can we make the attainment of this type of Republic into a 21st century mission that is as significant in its, aspiration, meaningfulness  and commitment as the historic 19th century Bussa Rebellion?  This is a mission that our very own Paule Marshall has been summoning us to for well over 60 years now.

Are we up to the challenge?

David Comissiong is Barbados’ Ambassador to Caricom.