Sad times for the country
For the first time in a while, I was a bit hesitant to write simply because I seemed to have become stuck on the same subject of leadership and, like the CNN news drama, stuck on leadership to the point of nausea. But then, I guess, as long as illogic prevails there is a continued cause to write about it.
It is a sad day when the country lives under a leadership it now openly calls dictatorial and self-aggrandising and, worse, when those leaders can go on unfazed. That the country and its social fabric is unwinding daily while lip service is paid to street violence that has become epidemic. It makes no sense demanding that ministers or backbenchers speak up because we know by now that they will not. Government is a feast for those who are in and a farce for those who are out.
The smell of corruption reeks in the atmosphere, as the evidence lies under a thin layer of soil hidden by those whom we should trust. Intervention by Britain is not just a legal obligation but also at times a moral one. But it is kept at bay by the art of diplomacy, as rogue members stalk and bark with a view to keeping the veil wrapped tightly over our eyes with cries of “leave our house alone” because they don’t want anyone to see what is hidden underneath the carpet. There probably is lots.
The public are getting tired. The recent “silent” resignation of Charles Jeffers II as chief executive of the Bermuda Tourism Authority, added to the departure of Curtis Dickinson, was too much to stomach — particularly when the circumstances surrounding the Travel Authorisation Form from its inception and now in its continuation are clouded and probably worthy of a Commission of Inquiry. Certainly not one that will be called for by the Premier.
The political processes available to the parties cannot self-correct; they are accomplices, unfortunately, and should know by now. Mr Dickinson stands alone in reality and carries a small sail with “Hope” written on it as a banner to catch the little bit of wind available from the delegates. Deep pockets are winning when you see all the would-be challengers and critical groups backing down and pledging solidarity.
In reverse form from the days of the revolution when they said “The British are coming”, the cry today is “the Brits are leaving”. The huge question is, can sanity prevail? Can we bring integrity, openness and honesty to our governance? The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind — and the winds of change are blowing stronger than they ever have.
The logical question is, where is that sail and that rudder and the helmsman or crew to capture the wind and guide the ship to safety on shore?