Please accept my offering on the Transformed Life Ministry issue. Minister of Social Development and Family Services, Cherrie-Ann Crichlow-Cockburn, told reporters the Government had severed ties with the institution in 2015 after concerns over the conditions there were raised.

She said reports were made to the Division of Ageing, and investigations were done. Severing ties, in my mind, is a very good strong-arm method of pushing the home to become compliant. It did not end there. Health Minister Terrence Deyalsingh said a team from the ministry—including the County Medical Officer of Health, the Division of Ageing (this division falls under Minister Crichlow Cockburn) and three officers from the Arouca Police Station—went to that home on June 21, 2019, but when they arrived, the medical officer determined what was happening there was more ­psychiatric in nature.


I hadn’t intended to write a word; my feelings were raw and I felt that everything I could possibly say had already been expressed. I had already begun writing about something else for this column, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t feel that it was right to let my exhaustion with the ongoing brutality of humankind shunt me away from a principle I hold fast.

EARLIER this week, the Minister of Housing officiated at a ceremony organised by the Housing Development Corporation (HDC) in which 500 lucky would-be homeowners stood to benefit from a random television draw for the allocation of State housing. This was the expected end of the line for at least those persons, some of whom would have submitted applications since who knows how long ago.

I lived in Falcon Heights, Minnesota for most of the 18 years I resided and worked in the state, teaching at the University of Minnesota. I was offered the job there in 1990, and subsequently bought a house. Falcon Heights is a suburb that is equidistant from both Minneapolis and St Paul, the capital, about a ten-minute drive away from both cities. For most of my time there I was the only black person owning a home on my street, and indeed on adjoining streets.

To say that we live in difficult times is to minimise the challenges each and every one of us faces on a daily basis.

From viral pan­demics leading to broken economies which have given rise to a huge number of people struggling to feed their families.

A minority of social media users have voiced dismay that West Indians are fixated on opining about the injustice of George Floyd’s death due to police brutality.

Here in sweet Trinidad and Tobago, we have jumped on the bandwagon and stood up and expressed our diverse views on the ongoing racial tensions in the United States, but I ask us to step back and look at our country.