Marcus Garvey Said…

Yesterday was the birthday of our first National Hero, Marcus Mosiah Garvey. I wrote a few thoughts on the matter on my blog here. Many books have been written about this towering figure, short in stature but “tallawah,” who has influenced many a black consciousness movement and many an individual, too. The power of his words, and actions lit a spark for the Nation of Islam, the Harlem Renaissance, Pan-Africanists such as George Padmore, reggae artists such as Burning Spear and Bob Marley, and the civil rights movement in general. To name but a few!

I want to highlight one slim self-published book compiled and edited by a journalist, opinion maker, thinker and former head of the Farquharson Institute of Public Affairs. His name was Ken Jones. On Garvey’s birthday 17 years ago I purchased a copy at Liberty Hall, and Mr. Jones signed it.

Ken Jones, who passed away in July, 2015, was a passionate Garveyite. He was a man of strong beliefs and was not afraid to challenge the status quo or ruffle some feathers. He always wanted to make people think – really think. I believe these words of Marcus Garvey applied directly to Ken’s own beliefs:

I appeal to you to use your intelligence to work out the real things of life. The time you waste in levity, in non-essentials, if you use if properly you will be able to guarantee to your posterity a condition better than you inherited from your forefathers.

In an article I wrote in 2015, I described Mr. Jones as “one of my favorite Jamaicans: thoughtful, feisty, argumentative, and above all in love with his country and its people.” This could equally apply to Mr. Garvey.

Author Ken Jones, CD, JP, speaking at the Living Legacy Awards for the Caribbean Community of Retired Persons (CCRP). (My photo)

This compilation by Ken Jones is divided, rather usefully, into sections on different topics. It is remarkable how many aspects of our lives Garveyism speaks to – from Capitalism to Labour, from Education to Religion, from Poverty and Power to Peace. There is also a section with the Manifesto of the People’s Political Party, founded by Garvey in 1929, much of it far-reaching.

As the author notes in his Introduction, some of Garvey’s words need to be read in the context of the times. His views on such personal issues as women, love, and the “loose morals” of young people seem somewhat reactionary. In some ways, he was “old-fashioned” and conservative in 21st century terms. In almost every other sense, however, he was a radical – and brutally honest, with it…

What we (Jamaicans) lack is self-help and self-reliance…We expect too much from the State. As a people we are always blaming someone else or the State for the lack of progress; but I swear it by God that it is the people who have kept back themselves.

Garvey spoke these words in 1915. Fast forward 104 years, and how apposite they seem! Garvey did not “sugar coat” his words. Why should he? Black people the world over needed a “wake-up call,” in his view. He wasn’t one to make excuses.

Publisher Latoya West Blackwood with Professor Rupert Lewis and his biography of Marcus Garvey, published by the University of the West Indies Press. (Photo: Twitter)

I also love the photos in Ken Jones’ book. There is Amy Jacques Garvey listening to the radio with her two sons, Julius and Marcus Jr. There is Amy again on horseback, on a sight-seeing tour with her husband in Colorado Springs, in 1922. There were some interesting comments yesterday from Latoya West-Blackwood (her Twitter handle is @garveygirl and that of distinguished Garvey scholar Rupert Lewis is @gbgandad) observed:

I feel personally connected to #AmyJacques the more I read. She attended my old school Wolmer’s Girls at a time when less than 2% of Black people in Jamaica had access to high school education. I’m also inspired by her work in publishing. There’s no shortage of material and we are still blessed with bright minds and Garvey scholars who can provide first hand accounts. The story of Amy Jacques is one I would be personally interested to tell via film with the help of @gbgandad. She is grossly underrated.

Please, someone take Latoya up on this offer!

Amy Jacques Garvey (1895 – 1873), Marcus Garvey’s second wife, published several books herself and continued as a writer and activist in the later years of her life. She died in Kingston, and I believe her grave is at St. Andrew Parish Church.

I will close with another quote from Ken Jones’ book. After all, Mr. Garvey must have the last word – this time, on Unity, in 1934:

The Jews have a code, the Mohammedans have a code, and every other group seemingly has a code, from which they seldom depart, so as to be able to achieve the greatest good, especially through united action. We need it in our business life, in our social life, in our political life, and as we have always said, in every phase of our activities.

My New Normal: Reflections of a Stroke Survivor by Hilary Wehby

The cover is designed by the author’s mother, Elizabeth Moss-Solomon. The graceful open hand perhaps symbolizes the offering, or acceptance of, a new life. (My photo)

We all have our own versions of what is “normal” for ourselves. Essentially, though, we could say it means that nothing changes very much in our lives. “The norm” is nothing unusual. And we take it for granted.

“The new normal” comes into force when one’s life, one’s expectations, one’s current experience have changed. Often, the “new normal” isn’t normal at all – it keeps on changing. One’s future existence will likely go through changes, and one has to be prepared. One has to accept that a departure from one’s previous life has occurred, and there is no going back.

Acceptance. Patience. Humility. Faith. Resilience. Love. These are all threads running through this remarkable book. It is part memoir, part testimonial (including several moving ones from family members), part inspirational – and also a helpful handbook of advice and information – all rolled into one.

The transition to a new normal happened almost imperceptibly for Hilary Wehby. Over the space of a few minutes, while chatting with her children in the kitchen at the end of a “normal” working day in November, 2015, it all changed.

Ms. Wehby had an ischaemic stroke in the right hemisphere of her brain. This occurs when there is something obstructing the flow of blood to the brain, depriving it of oxygen and nutrients.

Ms. Hilary Wehby (left) and Marsha McCooty at the book reading event in May. (My photo)

On a sultry evening in May, I attended a reading and signing session with Ms. Wehby, sponsored by the Caribbean Community of Retired Persons (CCRP). The author looked at ease and comfortable, with flawless makeup and wearing a bright, flowered dress. She sat at a table with her publisher, Glynis Salmon of Bala Press; and her editor, Berl Francis, who “believed I had a story to tell,” as Ms. Wehby put it. A key member of what she called her “support system,” Marsha “Marsh” McCooty, sat beside her, looking rather inscrutable. Ms. Wehby describes her former nurse and home caregiver as funny, but no-nonsense. She is now running her own home-care nursing agency.

Hilary Wehby autographs a copy of her book, with a little help from Marsha McCooty. (My photo)

The author describes the challenging journey after her stroke – a long road, fraught with obstacles large and small to be overcome. Her language is unsentimental and the tone is not at all self-pitying (although there must have been those moments. We are all human). In fact, Ms. Wehby’s self-deprecating humour is a delight. When she first looked at her face in a mirror, she notes wryly, “all my vanity just went through the window.” The narrative never gets weighed down; as her parents observe in their testimonial, “Her glass is always half full.” Buoyed by her strong Christian faith, Ms. Wehby is not only resilient and resolute – but her account is also tempered with humility and gratitude.

For example, the author repeatedly acknowledges her privilege. Due to her social and financial circumstances, she lacked for nothing during her recovery. She has a strong, supportive family, including her beloved husband “Donny” and three children. Her previous employers (GraceKennedy) were equally supportive. She was able to access the best possible medical treatment in Jamaica as well as a rehabilitation session in Florida.

Hilary Wehby records the lessons she has learned – some of them quite difficult – over the past three years or so. Among those that she quickly learned was that, while she had the benefit of tremendous assistance throughout, other stroke survivors were not as fortunate. She realized that Jamaica’s provision for people with disabilities is lacking in many areas, compared to the United States. Moreover, many Jamaicans do not have the resources, financial or otherwise, to access better treatment.

(Left to right): Hilary Wehby, Marsha McCooty, Berl Francis and Glynis Salmon enjoy a good laugh at the book event in May. (My photo)

It is when Ms. Wehby looks back at her life before her stroke that we understand more of the tough lessons she learned. She was always busy. Her calendar was full, her cell phone pinging all day. She enjoyed life, making plans for her family, work, travel. She loved to be involved, organized, on top of things. None of this was possible in her new dispensation. None of it.

How did she adjust, not only to her strangely uncooperative body but also to the mental and emotional “puppalick” (somersault) that must have occurred? The comment on the fly leaf says it all:

I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

The wind has changed, but this stroke survivor sails on. She has advice for fellow stroke survivors and caregivers – again, lessons learned – including the need for plenty of sleep; calming the mind through prayer and meditation (the benefits of “quiet, unhurried moments,” too); exercising the brain; and pushing yourself to work on weakened limbs through therapy. By the way, a useful medical perspective is provided as a Preface by Dr. Carl Bruce, Cerebrovascular and Consultant Neurosurgeon and Medical Chief of Staff at the University Hospital of the West Indies.

Quotations flow from every chapter of this honest and heartfelt book. Carefully and not at all randomly selected, they enhance the narrative with every turn of the page. About half the quotes are from the Bible, beginning with possibly my favorite of all – Ecclesiastes 3:1-8:

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot…

Her final chapter (Brawta) is a collection of quotes. “God’s Words to Live By” express strength, fortitude, and “giving thanks.” Among the other quotes, I particularly love this one by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It seems most appropriate, for Ms. Wehby and for us all:

If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.