Showing posts with label squatters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label squatters. Show all posts

Jamaica the Welfare and Entitlement State

Posted by ONLINE on Saturday, September 29, 2012

  • Independence and Freedom means absolutely nothing without a strong sense Responsibility and Discipline.

  • Equality, Social-Justice, Self-Reliance and Discipline are wonderful principles to live by and we should try to instill these principles back into our society.
---------------------
----------
Garrison is the collective term for a body of troops stationed in a particular location, originally to guard it, but now often simply using it as a home base. The garrison is usually in a city, town, fort, castle or similar. "Garrison town" is a common expression for any town that has a military base nearby.

In Jamaica a Garrison is the collective term for a body of diehard partisan voters stationed in a particular poverty stricken ghetto location, created to secure votes for a particular political party and used as a home base for criminal activities and nightly Dancehall Merriment. The residences of the Jamaican Garrison are afforded certain rights and liberty by the political class that is not given to regular citizens living outside of the garrison community. The Ghetto Garrison is a self-Governing entity whose leaders are appointed by the executive members of the political class. Most people living in the Ghetto Garrison pay no taxes and enjoy various utilities for free, as payment for votes rendered and for turning a blind eye to violence and crime.

The Jamaican Garrison Community was created by the political class, over the years they have meticulously engineered and transformed certain low income, working class communities with decent hard working people by injecting violent drug gangs used to set up and maintain puppet regimes with the primary purpose of ensuring that the people within the Political constituency vote as one, in a block.

Force is not the only way of maintaining a Garrison, it is required from time to time to make sure the people remember just who is in charge, coupled with force is free handout, give a hungry, poverty stricken man a dry crackers and he will love you for life, as the years progress the mindset of the people change as they become more accepting of Ghetto Garrison lifestyle, at which point the hard work of transforming hearts and minds is over, the Ghetto Garrison is now a self-sustaining, living entity free to evolve into what it is today. These days most of the inhabitants of Ghetto Garrison were born into that system, it is all they know and want to know, the people have adapted to life in the Ghetto.


Our political class has mastered the formula for Ghetto Garrisons creation, at the core of any Ghetto Garrison is low investment in education coupled with the freedom and liberty to be totally irresponsible and indiscipline, the likes of which is not afforded to anyone else. Poverty is also essential tool in creating the Ghetto Garrisons, if they are poor enough, uneducated enough, hungry enough then you can control their hearts and minds, just give them enough to keep them eating out of your hands and because hardship alone won’t work, you then give them the freedom and the liberty to enjoy themselves anyway and anytime they choose. The Ghetto Garrison only has two rules, 1) only vote for one party and 2) “informer fi dead”, no matter how disgusting the crime or how close to home the crime is committed… “Say Nothing and defend your friendly neighborhood Crime Lord/Don/Warlord and Political Activist!!

When most of us think of the ghetto we think of rundown shanty town community, somewhere disgusting, violent and nasty, a place where everyone is trying to escape from, trying to claw their way out but cannot, trapped like prisoners in a penal colony, unable to break free, destined to live a life of suffering and crime.


The ghetto might be all these things but is everyone really trying to escape it? Could it be that for a large amount of its inhabitants the ghetto offers a type of life, liberty, freedom and lifestyle that can exist nowhere else? This makes living in the Ghetto worthwhile and the negatives a small price to pay.

Life outside of the ghetto is very structured and organized, almost regimental, executed with a sense of purpose where one is not free to do what one wants to do. Life outside of the Ghetto follows a strict code of conduct that sees us sacrificing certain amount of liberty and freedom. It is truly a rat race where everyone tries to play the game in order to stay one foot out of the dreaded ghetto and want to achieve the Jamaican uptown dream, big house on the hill, a big car and maybe a browning or two. Most of the anxiety about the ghetto comes from people living outside of the ghetto, since to them it is a scary black box, a place dark and disgusting with guns barking nightly, people running from here to there, kids crying and the streets filled with dead bodies.

I saw this printed on the T-Shirt of a Hood Rat and wondered why the Glorification of Criminality

If the Ghetto is such a dark disgusting, hellish place then why would anybody live there, anywhere would be better than that place. A nice quiet rural community, where one could plant some food and live a nice quiet life would certainly be more appealing than the dreaded ghetto. But I have been told that Ghettos Life Nice. A life without structure, I was told that very little rat race exist in the ghetto and it is all about ones comfort level. Lots of people in the ghetto get to live for free. Lots of people in the ghetto have electricity and water they never have to pay for and free health care at the expense of the state. I have been told that the vibes in the ghetto does not exist anywhere else.

Della - Ghetto Life Nice (2012) 

I am by no means saying that there are not people in the ghetto struggling and trying to get out, what I am saying is that it is becoming very hard to identify these people, to separate them from the spongers and blood suckers of our society. A lot of people in our society pay lip service to Poverty, using poverty as a means to an end. Our political class pays lip service to poverty all the time, it is their favorite pastime. Paying lip service to poverty and the poor can win you votes because it makes members of the political class look like they are defenders of the poor and downtrodden. The so called Poor and Downtrodden also use poverty to get what they want and live how they want as these days crying poverty is now the “Great Excuse”.

The Political Class have converted Jamaica into a welfare state since the most important thing to the political class is votes, it is the source of their wealth and power and the poor and downtrodden are willing to give their votes in exchange for various handouts and the freedom and liberty to be Irresponsible and Indiscipline. Any attempt to hold the so called poor and downtrodden accountable is met with fierce resistance from both the poor and certain sections of the political class as each use the “Great Excuse”, we/they are too Poor and Downtrodden to be held accountable and Government should turn a blind eye to their actions and let off tax payers’ money to support their lifestyle. The poor and downtrodden of Ghetto Garrisons have created a vast network of illegal electricity connections and water pipes hook ups, on free capture land on which they squat and any attempt to hold them accountable is attacked with cries of, “leave the poor people alone… you too wicked”.


A person once wrote to the Gleaner outlined his experience trying to hire some young people to help him reap his crops from his farm. He said it was time to reap his crop but it was way too much work for both his wife and himself and as they are getting on in age he needed help. On driving out of his property he spotted some of the local young people standing idle on the street corner, he stopped and asked if they wanted the Job to help them to pick his produce. But the response he got back shocked him… “After wi nuh farma” one said … another said “a slave wok dat”... he tried to reason with the young people but to no avail so he decided to leave them to stew in their own ignorance, just before he could drive off one young man shouted … “Boss yu can let off a money, fi buy a food”…. Work no, Begging yes…

Not too long ago a group of illegal squatters was evicted after many years of being given eviction notices, one of the Poor and Downtrodden evicted woman had 8 children and pregnant with her ninth and no father in sight, all born on the captured, squatted land and I am shocked to read people asking for the Government to locate land to “Give” to these Poor and Downtrodden squatters, one person said they should find land in parishes like St. Anne to “Give” these poor people, free of change, not even asking for a smalls, out of principle? .…and I said, a how dem so lucky?


In Portland a group of squatters was evicted from Railroad land and the Government instructed the Social Development Commission to identify new land for the squatters. These people are just given free stuff at tax payers’ expense. Can I contact the Social Development Commission to find me a nice piece of land in Portland, near the beach, free of charge? …and I said, a how dem so lucky?


The Pedro Cays is a small island off the coast of Jamaica captured by 400 to 500 people as some fish the waters around cays, of which about 150 are “women”. I have been told the place have a make shift bar and a Go-Go club, in one interview a man described the place as being filled with prostitutes and nightly merriment. These people are just the nastiest most disgusting set of people I have ever seen, they have converted a once beautiful island into a shanty town, filled with shacks as they live and eat amongst their own waste and filth, they pay no taxes, most are not licensed fishermen but demand that the Government spend tax payers money to improve their living conditions. Among the health and environment issues at the Pedro Cays are the absence of running water, a lack of toilet facilities (as they defecate in plastics bags and in bushes) and a rapidly increasing garbage dump but they have bars, Go-Go club, whores and nightly merriment. …and I said, a how dem so lucky?


I read that during a conversation between the Jamaica Environment Trust and the representatives of the squatters, the trust outline some possible solution which involves some new rules and regulations as to how Pedro cays should be used. The poor and downtrodden hates rules and regulation, they do not like it and are not afraid to tell anyone who dare to impose or propose Rules and Regulation where they can stick it. They asked for attention but did not like the attention they were getting since it meant a change of lifestyle, so some took to the air waves to assure the General Public that it was a lie, all is well, they no longer want the spot light turn on them.

TVJ Peter Espeut - Environmentalist and Shernett Linton - Shopkeeper at Pedro Cays

It was reported the other day that the Government is to use tax payer’s money to build bathroom facilities for the residents of Tivoli Gardens. WTF!! When is it the Governments duty to build bathrooms and if it is the Governments Job, how then can I get them to make an addition to my house, free of charge, at tax payers’ expense? The residence of Tivoli gardens can keep a dance almost every night, carry on with the most almshouse and slackness but cannot build their own Shit House?

There are people in and out of the ghetto who sells ghetto sympathy and guilt which is used by the people in the ghetto to get what they want and live how they want to live...
  • They are poor so it is OK for them to keep a dance 7 nights a week… “Tun-It-Up-Till-It-Buck-And-Stuck”. 
  • They are poor so it is OK for them to capture and squat on land they do not own. 
  • They are poor so they should not have to pay for electricity, Water or pay taxes. 
  • They are poor so the government should finance their existence with tax payer’s money. 
Jamaica it seems is an entitlement society, a welfare state where some people think the tax payer owes them a living and should finance their existence... Everybody wants to “Eat-A-Food” and at everybody else’s expense… We are being used by these type of people and we must identify them and show them the error of their ways, we have no problem helping people who try to help themselves, what we have is a problem with people who have no intention of helping themselves and use cries of being poor and downtrodden as a way of life to sponge of our society...

It is not only we who are being used, ghetto people are also being used by the political class, these people are told that so long as they vote for a particular party, run behind the Political representative and carry on like low class idiots, that when that party comes to power they will be allowed to live at the expense of the tax payer and however they want.....


Entitlement and Welfare are traits belonging to much richer countries who can afford to subsidize people’s existence with tax payer’s money. There is no way poorer countries can afford to do this and must then rely on their people to be a bit more practical, industrious, innovative and think outside of the box for the greater good.

However it gets very hard to motivate people when they see such large unequal distribution of resources and income inequality. Political corruption is demoralizing to any society; it is like being stabbed in the back. Here we are busting our chops trying to contribute to the greater good, following the Rules and Regulations of our society that was put in place by the political class, while the very same political class like pigs at the trough gorge themselves at the public’s expense, consuming the public’s resources for their own selfish, greedy needs. It is part of the reason we are in the mess we are in today because rat “nyam” (eat) out the conscience of our Political leaders.

I understand that a lot of these people are poor but giving them free stuff without demanding any sort of accountability is doing more harm than good. We do not give squatters free land, we rent/lease or sell them land, they must provide monthly payment, if even $100 but they must learn to be responsible. We do not give fisherman free access to Pedro Cays and the freedom to build what they want and live how they want. The Government should build standardized huts, for a certain number of people on the island and rent/lease these huts to licensed, tax paying Fishermen only, with regular patrols carried out to make sure people who belong on the island is actually on the island as a matter of fact access to the island should be done through the coast guard front office who registers who is on the island at any one time but all this is wishful thinking, since in order to guarantee votes the political class have allowed the so called Poor and Downtrodden people of the Ghetto Garrisons the Freedom and Liberty to be completely "Irresponsible and Indiscipline".

There is a lot of hard working poor and low income people in Jamaica, these are the people who through strength, courage and discipline try their very best to carve out a future for themselves and their families, they follow the rules and regulation of this country, they want to achieve and most are not asking for a handout or to live at anyone’s expense. These are the people we as a society need to identify and do our very best to give them a helping hand, they are deserving of our help because for these people our help is not regarded as a handout but an investment in the future of Jamaica,  they and their children will make us proud.
----------------------
----------
Independence and Freedom means absolutely nothing without a strong sense Responsibility and Discipline
----------------------
----------
Equality, Social-Justice, Self-Reliance and Discipline are wonderful principles to live by and we should try to instill these principles back into our society.

----------------------
----------

Political Tribalism will be the death of us, as we are way too small and too poor to survive this crab in a barrel mentality.
More aboutJamaica the Welfare and Entitlement State

The Dread at the Control and The Township of Squatters Ville

Posted by ONLINE on Thursday, May 3, 2012

“Dr Horace Chang, Former Minister of Water and Housing, stated that one-third of the people in Jamaica are squatters”

ClovisToon: Residential communities being held at ransom by Squatters and the Government not doing a thing about it

Our backyard extends behind the back wall, down the slope and across to the other side of the gully, beyond the gully is a couple acres of open land. The gully is vital to residence living on the hill it controls the flow of rain water and should be kept clean to prevent flooding.

One morning we woke up to find a rasta-man had moved on to the land and started building a shack, on land he does not own. The people living on the Avenue became very concerned and convened a meeting of the Neighborhood Association to determine the faith of the dreaded squatter, some were concerned that the presence of a squatter in an upscale residential neighborhood will have a negative effect on property values, others were concerned about the possibility of increase in crime. A suggestion was made that the Squatter should be removed from the land, as no good could come of this. This started a heated debate as some people accused others of being “Elitist’, fighting against the poor and downtrodden just because the man was black and was a rasta, “louw the dread, him naw trouble nobody” shouted some, the social barriers like the Berlin wall was coming down and there was nothing anyone could do about it (“Release the Kraken!”). At the end of the meeting the forces defending the “Poor, Downtrodden Rasta man” was victorious, the decision was made to take no further action against the lowly dread, he was now part and parcel of a community, living on land and in a neighborhood he could not afford.


At first everything was normal everyone went about their business not even remembering the dread was living back there. One day I decided to investigate so I climbed up on the back wall to see what was happening back there, the once forested land was converted into a small farm as the dread planted rows of banana, yam and various produce utilizing even the part of the land that belonged to my family, his hut also got bigger to reflect his new found wealth and fortune. The dread even climbed up on our back fence to offer us some of his produce and to have a chat with grandma as he assured her that he was looking out for everyone. Slowly people started accepting the Dread, we would go out in the back yard in the mornings and hear him behind the wall tending to his crops on our slope and would shout sometimes “Morning Dread!” and the Dread would shout back with “Morning…” and then something about "Haile Selassie I"…

As Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months into years we noticed a transformation, the squatter’s settlement grew from one dread and a farm into a small community with no farm, then into an immovable voting block the township of Squatters Ville as the dread started charging rent to other squatters to build shacks and settle the land that he does not own. Now I know how the Native Americans must have felt when the white man started squatting on his land. After a while crazy things started happening, it started small at first, you would came home to find one or two boys in your yard and up in your mango tree, imagine watching a nice big East Indian Mango for days knowing that when it’s ripe it is going to be so juicy and delicious and then one day you come home to find 2 boys/man in your yard, up your tree eating your mango, that must have been how Cypress Hill felt when they wrote and sing the song …“How I could just kill a man”. Then one day we found a man walking around the yard, why I don’t know since separating the Dread’s capture land and our yard was a very wide Moat like Gully, an upward slope and a 7 feet high wall with spikes and broken bottles on the top.


It was not long after that when items of clothing from various yards on the Avenue started going missing from the clothes line, I used to drive around looking for the boy in my “Chams De Baron” top. One morning we woke up to find the car on 4 blocks, wheels stolen... Okay so now I cannot drive around looking for the boy in my “Chams De Baron” top. We held a meeting with the Dread, who was now speaking from a position of power, it was as if we were squatting on his land, he finally promised to reign in his band of squatter tenants but nothing really changed, crime went up, cars and house broken into, produce stolen from fruit trees, yards was still being used as walk way to and from Squatter Ville. The people on the Avenue were forced to cut down various fruit trees (mango, Ackee, Apple, Banana) trying to remove temptation and some people was cursed out for doing it… as one squatters woman shouted loud enough for all to hear … “a so dem uptown people gwan … always a fight gainst black man”... My Neighbor next door was forced to discharge his weapon on two occasions when his car and house was broken into; he later sold and move further up the hill. Not only that, but the residence of Squatters Ville started dumping their garbage and human waste in the gully, this was reported to the MP of the area and the KSAC started a cleanup campaign with a promise of garbage pickup to a place that have no documented address.

“According to the Member of Parliament for North East St Andrew, Delroy Chuck, squatting had also become a problem and has been contributing to the drainage and flooding woes.”

One morning we woke up to loud screams from the squatter compound, it seemed a white lady from America moved into the Dread’s shanty town shack with him, it must have all been very romantic for her at first but after living on squatters land for some time she decided she had had enough and wanted to leave but the dread was not having it. He tore up her travel documents and started putting some licks on her, the beating, argument and screaming continued until she was rescued by the Neighbors on the other side and I heard taken to the US Embassy. My grandmother had no sympathy for the woman it was then that I first heard the phrase “Water Find Its Own Level” for the first time, stating that the woman was just as “wotless” … (worthless) as the dread she shacked up with.

In all my years of living in that Neighborhood I have never heard or seen one Neighbor curse out another Neighbor, if there was tension I would not know about it but not so in Squatters Ville, they were not afraid to cuss and trace out each other with the most disgusting words, something had to be done.

We had to endure all this because some idiots thought that the rights of a Rastaman to squat on land he did not own and have no business being on, superseded the rights, safety and security of law abiding people. We gave the Dread an inch and he took more than a yard, the dread run-wid-it as he embarked on a process of “ghettofication” of the Neighborhood. I have heard that the squatter compound was visited by various politicians over the years looking for votes, so the likelihood of evicting the squatters at this stage is next to none, unless some politicians or a big shot buy the land from under the unwanted residence. Not just anybody can evict these people since they now have political “backitive”, you must be in a position of power able to offer the political class something in return.

As a result we were forced to increase the height of the back wall from 7 to 12 feet with many more spikes, broken bottles, razor sharp wire and motion detecting lights and as a result the yard began to look like a medieval castle preparing to repel the invading Germanic Hordes. We have also walled off the slope behind the back wall, all the way down to the gully, another obstacle in the way of the invading force and removed all agricultural produce from that area, giving them one less reason to scale the new wall. Almost everyone on the Avenue was forced to make this extra investment, all that remains is for us to erect lookout towers, manned by 24 hour armed guards but I assume before we do that, we would probably do what others have done, even the so called defenders of the poor and downtrodden…. sell and move further up the hill and leave the area to the advancing Zombie like army. In the end some well connected people in the Neighborhood organized a series of police raids and intimidation tactics and I think they got the message that they were making it bad for themselves, we managed to bring the situation under control but just.


Squatting is another area where Politicians can be hypocritical, paying lip service to tough actions against squatting when they are in Power, while doing nothing about it and blocking any attempt to evict squatters when the courts orders their eviction when they are in Opposition, since they need to appear as the defenders of the poor and down trodden in order to get re-elected.


and Read More: Eviction deadline extended for Beeston St squatters

Informal settlers occupying lands along river banks in Portland continue to ignore warnings from the Portland Parish Council and various environmental groups about the danger posed to them during torrential rainfall and storm surges. Read More: Squatter settlements increasing in Portland

Selling and Moving further up the hill – Gentrification vs. Ghettofication
Gentrification is not a Jamaican Concept, we hear all over the world where places that was once poor and run down is being gentrified, rebuilt, revalued and live again but I never hear of such a thing happening in Jamaica… Jamaicans it seems do not rebuild and revalue they abandoned and “lef it fi dead”… Us Jamaicans don’t stand and fight we retreat leaving behind barren waste land of what use to be prime real estate. Soon the people in upper St. Andrew will retreat over the Blue Mountains and into Portland and St. Ann in their attempt to get away from the zombies (I love Walking Dead).


A Nation of Free Loaders and Beggars!
We have become a nation looking to live free at the expense of others, a free bun and cheese mentality and we are not afraid to use poverty to justify it. The ability to call down poverty and persecution, to look pathetic while demanding to live free as everyone else slave away, is what is wrong with our society today. People want free light, free water, free land and the University of the West Indies students want to be allowed to take exams while not meeting any financial requirements, regardless of the fact that other students sacrificed to make sure their financial house was in order.

It is this same mentality that we also use to extort remittance money from relatives abroad. Our begging is scripted like an actor in a Broadway play. Selling hard life and the hard luck story pays and as long as it pays Jamaicans will continue to do it. I once heard a man in Port Antonio describing his life to a tourist who was almost brought to tears, in the end he got lunch and money to feed a family who may or may not exist and take care of a situation that I doubt existed but it pays, it worked.

I am not saying that there are not people in Jamaica who are truly suffering, I am saying it is becoming increasingly difficult to identify people who are genuinely suffering and need help. Even the simple greeting in Jamaica is engineered for begging, even if the person saying it is not looking for a handout.

You meet a friend … hey jack how tings… “Boy looking at you the better one, yu no have nothing fi gi di poor”… Even though the person is not asking for something, everyone tries to dumb down their situation “just-in-case”...

All our Governments have also tapped into the Power of selling Poverty, Persecution and Begging, they have mastered this fine art in order to finance the Wants of the people, I can imagine the Minister of Finance responding to the greetings of the IMF negotiators … “...Boy looking at you the better one, yu no have nothing fi gi di poor… say about US $1.2 Billion”… The let off Mentality is alive and well in Jamaica.



When in Rome, do as the Romans do:
A druggist from the ghetto bought the open land on the hill and proceeded to build his settlement, a four house compound in which he moved himself and his family, now the problem is not that these individuals moved uptown, the problem is that the individuals failed to conform to life on the hill as they proceeded to recreate the ghetto, similar to a virus infestation trying to take over the body.

On a daily basis massive amount of people would hangout, inside and outside of the druggist compound, his posse and extended posse would stand around watching each and everyone as they go about their daily business, some would smoke weed  while others would shout things at passing cars, they were truly some of the worst cut throats I have ever seen.

Then the druggist started keeping regular dancehall events, at first we thought it was a one off thing but later realized he had a fix schedule, Wednesday and Saturday nights was the norm, music so loud that one could hear the glass and plates rattle and vibrate in the cabinet, with people shouting rubbish over the microphone, it was also very hard to sleep during this "dutty-rubbup" event. A delegation from the neighbourhood association decided to have a word but the druggist would not have it, he had more money than God and felt that he could do what ever he wanted, where and when ever he wanted and no one could stop him.

It was then that the power brokers on the hill decided to up the ante with a series of well organised raids on the druggist compound by the security forces. This went on for a while as the druggist and his multitude of followers came under the microscope. These raids turned out not to be conducive to his druggist activities and in the end both he and his followers was forced to move back from whence they came. The compound was later sold to families who understood the meaning and importance of Peace, Quiet and maintaining ones Property Value.
More aboutThe Dread at the Control and The Township of Squatters Ville