Bajan talent not utilised enough
IN THE MIDWEEK NATION of December 5 on Page 11, I read an article (in Editor’s Notebook) with faint sadness: Bring Back Broadway, For QEH’S Sake. We just cannot seem to shake our dependence on things foreign.
I had the pleasure this year of witnessing some presentations at NIFCA from which the local organisers can choose to fill the gap left by the Broadway To Barbados Charitable Trust, and create a trajectory for our own young and brilliant actors. There is a wealth of Barbadian talent that can showcase Broad Street to Barbados to raise some of the needed funds for the Queen Elizabeth Hospital (QEH)’S sake! But??? Uhm!!! Just a minute! Couldn’t the QEH, or whoever, reach out to the National
Cultural Foundation (NCF) for help to fill the void? Of course not! In people’s mind, the NCF organises only the wuk-up, prance-up, wine-down Crop
Over Festival. Furthermore, a localised Broadway (Broad Street) show may be too low-class for that certain group of Barbadians and residents whose noses are too high and straight to be seen supporting things Barbados.
I do not believe this is true. It is really just a mythical creature, stalking Barbados, that has been allowed to grow wings.
The article read: “The response has been tremendous, with many private individuals and organisations reaching out to help. This is why an event such as Broadway To Barbados is so important. It is not the kind of show which may have mass appeal, but its impact is tremendous.”
Embrace our own
Hello? Are we now too shy to reach out to the same “many private individuals” and organisations for help? What do you deduce from this? Will we ever wake up and embrace our own?
The very, very sad reality is that for too long Barbadians have been programmed to believe that our tiny island is made up of three islets, and it would take a feat of intestinal fortitude to swim the chasm for the middle and lower islets to approach, far less get help from, “the many private individuals and organisations” far out in the higher islet.
The question is, will they want to rub shoulders with the proletariat? Will they want to be photographed in the Nation’s Social Scene, laughing and sipping wine with the plebs? Not even
“For QEH’S Sake”? I wonder!
How sad is the thought? Silence! Not a word from you! Of course, you may pay, but you definitely do not want to be seen rubbing shoulders with the herd. I challenge you to say otherwise.
Oh! When will we ever stop being slaves to things foreign and embrace what we have right here at home?
QUEEN ELIZABETH HOSPITAL.