When I pin down Mr. Perkins – he is forced to concede that mongrel means dog and the PNP is being compared to a dog – he tries to wriggle away by pretending that we really agree.
The irony is that not even Motty himself would have objected to the portrait I painted. He was sensible enough to acknowledge his weaknesses. Unlike his devotees!
In death, Wilmot Perkins is at grave risk of becoming a saint. Mutty would not be amused. I think he rather liked the image of himself as a fearless warrior for all sorts of causes.
Cynics ask, "Can anything good come out of Trench Town?" Paying tribute to his adopted yard, Bob Marley responds with a liberating "yes!" that resonates across the globe.
Arthur Williams' disdainful reduction of adult females to mere 'girls' is pure sexism; putting women in their place as minor players in a big man's world. Nobody in the JLP is complaining about jobs for the boys. Why not? Is it because the presence of boys (or old men) in the Cabinet - whether PNP or JLP - is 'natural' and, therefore, taken for granted?