You love African Art. Your daughter is African Art in terms of the way you raised her but after she finishes her law exam, she became too English to be loved as African Art. Your hatred for anything you call too English supersedes your love of the African. You want to think she is a spy...Philip says! What world are you in? Maybe her ability can help you save money for you and for Africa. Maybe your grand son to be born tomorrow can help. You killed the first one; a full law graduate. (More authority more attention ). You would hate anything you call too English and you kill. How many times have you and your part Amerindian people done this? A big belly man shows up and says to all of you in the West Indian Choral Campaign that maybe your son's high school diploma has insurance on it and we just need to see him dead to find out. Your son is looking for a job but this big belly man say he wants believe this and it feels more sophisticated like an ocean journey from Jamaica to Stockholm with all of those airborne viruses ( Blackbeard did with his scallawag black Amerindians ). But, if the big belly man is sophisticated and has enough authority, then he would know the answer to the insurance on the degree or diploma without anyone having to be dead. But the Blackbeard offered you assurances, an experience involving the whole world albeit with some , disease, excitement and death and this, with the big belly man today, is what you confess; the anthropology. If you are over 75 years and this means it is inheritance time, shouldn't we inherit over your children since we are more...more light skin...Howard, Marylan and Shareen? There is no doubt you love Jamaica. You would eat West Indian food that has vomit in it. You all love authority. But, when your cousin or son dies after getting an A on all of his three English exams, when the people in the other town killed their sons also but the people who are really from Kingston never did, you know there are some people who resent and hate the English more than they love their own family or household. But, if you hate the English enough and love competing for authority, it is an opportunity to make friends with ignorant white and other people, maybe Asianish English people, who hate Englisb just as much as you do. Your cousin or adopted son read the book like you could be related to the English lecturer. But, I know you are not. It is not that I don't love you but I need to use you to communicate something to the English that says I need my sense of revenge and a sense of dignity. You are the closest I can get to. I went to school for English but not to law school or medical school. I don't know anything about Actus Reus or mens rea. But, I shave really close and wake up at 4:31 am every day and I know I could help his mother just with my good afro if given the chance. I am bald now with glasses and claim to be an accountant. Anybody can do it. I need to say I am just as accepted as him and after I steal all his stuff, I will be his mother's new son. Just because I am over Fifty and have a wife with no what's it's not, it does not mean I am not crazy. Anyway, my father looked female but was really a he born on a coastal island of Cuba but raised in Jamaica and she had to work for the English for years and some Black people who worked with them as pastors and deacons. As she worked, she sabotaged and confessed her resentment with poison, broken glasses, spit in whiskey and burn holes on shirts. Some of these people who got sabotaged were Anglos born in Mexico but educated in America or England; some Black and some white. The mother or father I have would wash and feed the children with care to show they are equal and accepted, that they can do it but then they would spit and steal the property of the adults to show they are equal. They wanted their beach off the coast of Cuba back and anyone who could read beyond High School, they call them real English and only hope to "scavenger" their things, kill them dead and cast lots for their last dollar. But, didnt you feed that boy whom you pinned the English red stripe on for death...something about easy pass and you want to just see him jump so granny can keep her imaginary authority and position? Didn't you say he could be your son? Didnt he work hard in school like you told him?

You love African Art.  Your daughter is African Art in terms of the way you raised her but after she finishes her law exam, she became too English to be loved as African Art. Your hatred for anything you call too English supersedes your love of the African.   You want to think she is a spy...Philip says!   What world are you in? Maybe her ability can help you save money for you and for  Africa.   Maybe your grand  son to be born tomorrow can help.  You killed the first one; a full law graduate.  (More authority more attention ).  You would hate anything you call too English and you kill.  How many times have you and your part Amerindian people done this? A big belly man shows up and says to all of you in the West Indian Choral Campaign that maybe your son's high school diploma has insurance on it and we just need to see him dead to find out.  Your son is looking for a job but this big belly man say he wants believe this and it feels more sophisticated like an ocean journey from Jamaica to Stockholm with all of those airborne viruses ( Blackbeard did with his  scallawag black Amerindians ). But, if the big belly man is sophisticated and has enough authority,  then he would know the answer to the insurance on the degree or diploma  without anyone having to be dead. But the Blackbeard offered you assurances,  an experience involving the whole world albeit with some , disease, excitement and death and this, with the big belly man today,  is what you confess; the anthropology.      If you are over 75 years and this means it is inheritance time, shouldn't we inherit over your children since we are more...more light skin...Howard, Marylan and Shareen?   There is no doubt you love Jamaica.  You would eat West Indian  food that has vomit in it.  You all love authority.  But, when your cousin or son dies after getting an A on all of his three English exams, when the people in the other town killed their sons also but the people who are really from Kingston never did, you know there are some people who resent and hate the English more than they love their own family or household.   But, if you hate the English enough and love competing for authority, it is an opportunity to make friends with ignorant white and other people, maybe Asianish English  people,  who hate Englisb just as much as you do.    Your cousin or adopted son  read the book like you could be related to the English lecturer. But, I know you are not.  It is not that I don't love you but I need to use you to communicate something to the English that says I need my sense of revenge and a sense of dignity.  You are the closest I can get to.   I went to school for English but not to law school or medical school.  I don't know anything about Actus Reus or mens rea. But, I shave really close and wake up at 4:31 am every day and I know I could help his mother just with my good afro if given the chance. I am bald now with glasses and claim to be an accountant.  Anybody can do it.  I need to say I am just as accepted as him and after I steal all his stuff, I will be his mother's new son.  Just because I am over Fifty and have a wife with no what's it's not, it does not mean I am not crazy.   Anyway, my father looked female but was really a he born on a coastal island of Cuba but raised in Jamaica and she had to work for the English for years and some Black people who worked with them as pastors and deacons.  As she worked, she sabotaged and confessed her resentment with poison, broken glasses, spit in whiskey and burn holes on shirts.  Some of these people who got sabotaged were Anglos born in Mexico but educated in America or England; some Black and some white.  The mother or father I have would wash and feed the children with care to show they are equal and accepted, that they can do it but then they would spit and steal the property of the adults to show they are equal.  They wanted their beach off the coast of Cuba back and anyone who could read beyond High School, they call them real English and only hope to "scavenger" their things, kill them dead and cast lots for their last dollar. But, didnt you feed that boy  whom you pinned the English red stripe on  for death...something about easy pass and you want to just see him jump so granny can keep her imaginary authority and position? Didn't you say he could be your son? Didnt he work hard in school like you told him?

   

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