GSAT woes and the education connundrum

So results of the GSAT (Grade Six Achievement Test) were revealed this past Thursday and amongst jubilation, were tears of parents, not children.


In Jamaica, all education is not created equaland there are many who felt cheated and robbed as their child was told that he/she would be shipped away to a “non-traditional high school”. When will parents take responsibility for their child’s education. It’s not enough to buy a book and send the child to a great preparatory school and then throw money at their “traditional high school”. It’s also selfish to hope that your child goes to a “good school” while many children fall through the cracks of an inherently flawed education system.


Professor M. Samms-Vaughn had tried with the previous education minister (Hon Andrew Holness) to revolutionalise and standardise early childhood education by providing and updating requirements for the opening of a basic school and for the hiring of early education practitioners.


Looking at the recent GSAT results, “Traditional” high schools get the cream of the crop: the already driven and highly intelligent, most times upper middle class, preparatory (private school) graduates. These parents tend to be more involved in their child’s education and have pockets lined and ready to fund high school fund raisers aimed at bettering high school resources. They tend to UNDERSTAND the need for an education and are willing to fund that, heavily and privately.


Juxtaposed with this is “the rest” who have been placed in “non-traditional” schools.

“the rest” comes from inner cities where violence, domestic abuse and early sexual exposure at the norm. “the rest” has parents who are themselves uneducated and who are too busy thinking about the next meal or the next dance to care about homework that needs to be done. “the rest” lack the resources to identify behavioural issues, emotional issues and learning issues that stunt learning and let’s not forget that the “the rest” have no resources to address these issues even if they are identified.


Even a teacher with the best of degrees and the best of intentions cannot perform miracles when confronted with 30 grade seven students all reading at a grade 2 level, whose parents remain apathetic and impoverished. They don’t have the money to buy the barbeque tickets to help to build the vocational library. They don’t have the money to fund occupational therapy, speech therapy or even extra reading classes. They can’t afford the psychologist and grief counselor needed to help their children through the terror of violence exposure and early sexual initiation. And yet, you as parents cry for your child and decry the government for placing your child at a school where the CXC grades aren’t good enough and where the grounds are a little bit more gritty.


I suggest, humbly, that we, as a society stop sitting idly by and advocate and shout for equity of education. Judge not by academic performance, but see poor school performance as a SYMPTOM of disease, either inherent to the child or in the child’s environment. Social and cultural reform is a must and each child should be provided an EQUAL opportunity to receive and education. So you child is going to school with “the rest”, be an active parent and an active participant. Stop the snobbery and selfishness; contribute of your time and finances to ensure that your child’s school provides him and OTHER children and education that will result in them being productive members of society.


Stone flung.


Bleach and Murder

I think I’ve been dragged, kicking and screaming, to hell.


Jamaica has fallen to such anarchy and moral decay that we decry the plight of people wanting privacy in their own bedrooms (while chanting in the name of Our Lord and Saviour, who asked us to show love one to another), while supping on viral videos of teenaged murders? Or worse yet, salivating, propagating, “meme-izing”, the plight of women ashamed of there own glowing ebony skin? What have we, as a country been reduced to?

Parliamentarians spend our taxpayer money debating abortion laws, buggery laws, preventing homoerotic texts from entering our schools and patting themselves on the shoulder because we’ve bludgeoned less people to death this year; while, of course, our dollar slides (get it, do the dolla wine) up the ladder to a whopping  USD$101.16: USD1.00. All this political dandy shandy cannot overshadow the fact that our children have become so desensitised to crime that they find themselves videotaping, instead of helping, a dying classmate.


All this, while our society makes a mockery of a cry for help from women forced to burn their skin white because black is unseen and unloved. What have we, as a nation, become? Where is our pride? Where are our morals? Misguided, misplaced and misused.


Jesus cannot be a the helm of such debauchery. He sheds a tear for us all and is asking us for once to look to Him and cling to Him, not to use Him to persecute and ostracize members of our society, while ignoring the cries of our young and our marginalised.


Matt 25:40 says

The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me


Stone Flung

And I thought Sista P was the major economic problem

Anybody priiips the Sunday Gleaner?


Yuh realise we paying the head of the Half-Way-Tree transport centre the same as the Prime Minister of Jamaica? No wonder why she hike her salary, I woulda do the same ting too…She has a ways to go to catch the CEO of the Port Authority though.


With all this talk of bitter medicine and tightening our pockets, with the mention of the previous government’s whatnot, isn’t it just a bit hypocritical that Sista P, under her watch, has  allowed such wanton spending.


This government has waived taxes, bought cars, hiked salaries and hired consultants (for what, I don’t know) while telling us to accept a wage freeze and pay more for bus fare and patty. (Patty? The blasphemy, sacrilege). It seems to be one big patty shop with free handouts at Jamaica House and they haven’t the gall to hide it…


Government officials should remember that as primary servants, they CHOSE to apply for a job in a cash strapped company. Accept our company car and the salary we are able to pay, instead of stripping, raping and gallivanting on our already thin budget.


Stone Flung.

Volkswagen, Jamaica thanks you!

Hey, Volkswagen, thanks yuh hear? Bless yuh heart!


Come on get happy!



Because of you and your ad (and Jimmy Cliff, of course), everybody is talking about us. “Come on get happy” spells, come to our island, vacay, chill, enjoy, SPEND.


In perhaps the rarest show of bipartisanship, both the opposition and incumbent government endorse the ad and are looking to capitalise.


Opposition Leader Hon Andrew Holness (bless his heart) had this to say via facebook:


Opposition Spokesman for Tourism and former Minister, Mr. Edmund Bartlett said today that he and Opposition Leader and former Prime Minister Andrew Holness view positively one of the Volkwagen’s 2013 Superbowl ads focused entirely on a happy theme buttressed by a man with a Jamaican accent. The ad campaign Mr. Bartlett says is a perfect illustration of Jamaican culture’s global reach and our uncharacteristic penchant to be happy even in challenging situations.

This Mr. Bartlett says is underlined by the fact that Jamaica consistently ranks high on global happiness indices. He pointed out that with brand Jamaica showcased so prominently as a “happy” destination, we will only grow stronger and better.

Mr. Bartlett urged the Minister of Tourism, Dr. Wykeham McNeill to move swiftly in reorienting marketing strategies to maximize the positive effects of the multi-million dollar VW Ad campaign and as such bring more tourists to our shores. “


And Via Go-Jamaica, Tourism Minister Wykeham McNeill, echoed those sentiments:


So, again bless yuh heart Volkswagen. I will buy a polo in your honour. If Americans want to buy a Bob Marley CD and come to Jamaica, let them. If they want to champion our cause as a little black island of black happy people (Sorry German immigrants of Seaforth Town, you don’t exist), let them. As long as everybody’s talking about Jamaica, I’m happy. Come on, get happy, yeah!

Get a life. The ad fool fool but it funny!

So Americans have gone to fight for a country who

1. Doesn’t care
2. Is too busy laughing
3. Is in deep contemplation about how to make money from this,

Over an ad that volkswagen plans to use for Superbowl 2013.

Here’s the ad and the white lady acting a fool saying how offended SHE is about black people, with black accents because every Jamaican is black and hanging from a tree or smoking weed with Bob Marley.

White Lady acting a fool

In complaining about a stereotype, she stereotyped us and offended us. Good job, lady.

Now, the ad is stupid, but stupidly funny. I’m not offended, in fact, I’m ready to knit a rasta tam and dance beside Jimmy Cliff as I usher you into NMIA (Norman Manley International Airport) and onto a beach to spend some tourist dollars. (Come on Wykham McNeil, dollar signs here!). What offends me is that as always, the US caucasian has invited itself into a battle that:

1. Doesn’t exist
2. It has no invitation to

Nobody asked you for your opinion and we as a country (an eclectic mix of races, backgrounds and opinions) hereby invite you to come to Jamaica mon, get happy and spend money. We have debt to pay and an IMF deal to sign.

Stone flung.