In June 2018, I emigrated to the United States, one year and five months after the Trump administration occupied the White House. For many, the US seemed to no longer be the land of opportunity but a land rife with emboldened fascism, anti-black racism, white supremacy and xenophobia.

Though not African-American, I recall a sense of both excitement and fear as I walked out of the Department of Motor Vehicles with a Florida driver’s licence. I knew while a driver’s licence gave me freedom of movement, it also brought with it the realisation that a broken tail-light could summon my extrajudicial death sentence and execution.

However, this fear of an untimely death was not alien to me. It was as familiar as Shadow’s “Dingolay”, as the warmth of the golden sand on Maracas Bay, as our National Anthem. So too are the feelings of otherness and marginalisation. The US was not the first country where I felt like an outsider. In all verity, that place was Trinidad and Tobago.

I remember my first time feeling othered. It was August 30, 2007, during orientation day at St Francois Girls’ College. It was my first time attending a school where most of my classmates were not from Laventille or East Port of Spain.

My form teacher asked us to each stand and introduce ourselves, saying our names and where we were from. I felt a knot in my stomach, as I do to this day. From an early age, I knew Laventille was viewed as a stain, an unsightly smudge on the map of our twin-island republic. I’ve heard the comments in taxis: “All ah dem is thief.” “I not going up dey. The Government should bun out all ah dem.” I was aware that if ever something went missing, I was the prime suspect simply because of my address.

Those seeking to smear Laventille’s residents and justify their classism and elitism often point to our accessible education system, often saying residents are solely responsible for their unemployment, financial instability and wealth disparities.

I too boast of T&T’s free education system. I boast that I did not have to pay out of pocket for my CXC exams, that our Government rewards top performers with additional and open scholarships, and for those who weren’t awarded scholarships, our GATE programme provided ample financial support to ensure every citizen has equal access to higher education. However, how equal is this access?

I recall classmates spending the equivalent of a minimum wage worker’s monthly income on after-school lessons. I recall struggling through pure mathematics and my father’s response being, “You don’t need lessons. You have a textbook. Use it.” How equal is our access to education when our scholarships are most often awarded to the pupils whose parents can afford private tutor sessions and after-­school lessons?

Dare I ask: in this educational utopia of T&T, where is the equity in educa­tion in a society that describes itself as meritocratic? I ask this as a beneficiary of the Government’s scholarship programme. And for those of you who still argue that we all have equal opportunity, may I ask what social mobility have you accomplished with the resources you were given?

Our elitism and classism extend far beyond educational failings. When George Floyd’s death in the custody of Minneapolis police beckoned a global rallying cry for racial equality and justice, Trinbagonians joined in the uproar. From afar, I wondered when would we feel just as aggrieved by our own instances of police brutality. In the most stomach-­churning of coincidences, members of the TTPS (Trinidad and Tobago Police Service) would kill Joel Jacob, Israel Clinton and Noel Diamond. And then there was the tragic death of Ornella Greaves.

When the residents of Morvant and East Port of Spain exercised their right to protest, they were met with a militarised TTPS. Many, repulsed by an oppressed demographic asking for the most basic of human decency, retorted that they should be more civil in their protests, that they should not inconvenience the middle class and upper echelons in their plea for their right to live, to not be executed by those sworn to protect and serve them. How can you ask of a people subjugated by law enforcement, in the most barbarian and rogue manners to act peacefully?

When a justice system erases from our social conscience the most oppressed, what visibility does peaceful protest restore? What methods of demanding equality and a platform to be heard are left when a political duopoly have reduced a people to stained index fingers?

I sit now in south Florida, asking when will I not be othered, when will I not be marginalised? While many of us decry the racism and xenophobia in the United States, how many of us revile the elitism and classism (and colourism) at home, and our own police brutality?

I graduate from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (aerospace engineering) in three years. I ask: will I still be marginalised and discriminated against in the country that birthed me? Or will my having attended an elite institution make me a worthy member of our society, again playing into our elitism? Will I be consi­dered part of T&T’s middle class? And if yes, will I now be deserving of life then, deserving to not be presumed guilty, deserving to give birth to my child, deserving to not be executed?

Or should the Government still “bun” me and my lot out? After all, I will always be from Laventille, I will always be what the TTPS describes as “certain persons”.

Davianne Harrigin

via e-mail


We join with the Media Association of Trinidad and Tobago (MATT) in condemning the abusive and ­racist attack by Ancel Roget, president-general of the Oilfields Workers’ Trade Union (OWTU) on editors at all three daily newspapers.

Public abuse by a prominent person is always unacceptable, especially when that person is a leading defender of workers’ rights. Ancel Roget is well-known as a fighter against oppression and stands out as a fighter against all types of injustice.

There is no need to press the panic button at this time.

The general election should stay on course for August 10. The Secondary Education Assessment should stay on course for August 20.

I am sitting here in front of the TV just before the election, and for once not dismissing the non-government candidates on the assumption that the die is cast for them and theirs is an exercise in futility.

The recent statements of a union leader are another reminder that we need modern, sensible leadership for these organisations.