I try. I try not to generalize about the state of Trinbagonian media, to say nothing of our “journalism.”
Why? The standard caveat – many of those I consider most worthy are journalists, writers, bloggers, reporters, television personalities, producers. But they tend to be exceptional.
“Guess where she works!”
He, a tall beautiful dread, considered me for a moment. “Give me a clue.”
“Well, she’s a journalist,” said my loctician, while I squirmed in a mixture of ouch-you’re-pulling-my-hair and embarrassment.
“Aha! The Voice!” he said, referring to the UK’s major “Afro-Caribbean” newspaper.
“No, try again.”
Continue reading Young and black in Babylondon: part four
A thousands words, they say.
In these two pictures, the juxtaposition of the two things that dominate and indeed, define Trinidad & Tobago circa 2007: fetes and death.
