To Dr. Roger F. Luncheon – On the LEAD Project

Dear Dr. Roger F. Luncheon, First, I must express my most sincere gratitude to you, and by extension the Government of Guyana, for responding to my concerns regarding democracy, trust and tragedy in our nation. I hope that our interaction will inspire generations to come. I hope it serves as evidence that our leaders, our politicians, like you, are not unreachable or unwilling to engage … Continue reading To Dr. Roger F. Luncheon – On the LEAD Project

I am a Swing Vote

By Saieed I. Khalil Mr. Khalil is a final year Economics student at the University of Guyana. Our pattern of voting influences the nature of government and its policies. The power to freely and informedly choose the political and socioeconomic data by way of the ballot is what constitutes the lynchpin of a peaceful democracy. Ideally, elections ought to reward governments for good policies and … Continue reading I am a Swing Vote

The Abuse of Guyana – A Culture of Fear and Silence

Not so many years ago, I was an abused woman. Ever since I freed myself, Guyana has not looked the same. I think that once you’ve broken the chains of any type of oppression it sharpens your vision. So now when I look at our country I recognize a certain pattern, a pattern of psychological abuse. I failed the first time I tried to tell … Continue reading The Abuse of Guyana – A Culture of Fear and Silence

To Roger F. Luncheon – On Democracy, Trust and Tragedy

Dear Roger F. Luncheon: I had a bone to pick with you about that USAID Leadership and Democracy (LEAD) project. However, bone picking is exactly why we are the way we are. I have been many things, I am many things, I will be many things but I will never become the bone-picking-Bharrat. Truth is the currency I deal in. After you announced that Cabinet … Continue reading To Roger F. Luncheon – On Democracy, Trust and Tragedy

Be a brother to your brother, for you, not him

In memory of Blackie Tonight I want to shed tears for my villager, my friend, my brother. But the tears will not come. There is that familiar heaviness in my chest. But the pain is not the same. Because I have acknowledged my country man as my own, as my family, as my blood, the pain spreads. And still, I cannot cry for my brother … Continue reading Be a brother to your brother, for you, not him