Martin Daly and Reginald Dumas have called for an end to what they call the “megaphone diplomacy” through which the Rowley administration has succeeded in guiding itself deep into a dark rabbit hole.

They both suggest it is time for “quiet diplomacy”. On the same page of the Express of May 22, Anna Ramdass reports on Prof Andy Knight’s sentiment that Washington’s “use of this treaty” – the Treaty of Rio – may constitute a violation of international law. Finally, tucked away at the very bottom of the page, resides the vexing crux of the problem under the headline: “Young, a man of veracity.”

With the greatest of respect to the three esteemed personalities mentioned above, diplomacy – whether megaphone or quiet – and, or the substance of the Treaty of Rio, these are not the central issues regarding the Government’s present debacle.

The core concern has to do with Mr Young’s and, by extension, Dr Rowley’s and the Government’s willingness to be transparent and honest in their dealings with the people who elected them.

Treaty or no treaty, Washington will do as it has always done – whatever serves its best interest. I do not doubt as I am also sure the men above also know that “quiet diplomacy” is also being vigorously pursued.

Somehow, I am inclined to believe the subliminal message they are sending to the public is that we all, as a nation, should remain quiet about this politically embarrassing issue. They frame it as one that involves matters of sophisticated international law and treaties about which we are all ignorant.

No siree! The point here, and what we ought to continue to shout as loud as we can about, is the question of Minister Young’s “veracity” and by extension the “veracity” of Dr Rowley and his administration.

We do not want to be educated on treaties or diplomacy. What we wish to see established are honesty, seriousness, and integrity by this administration in accounting to the people.

Let us continue to shout about the behaviour of our Government and not be side-tracked down the garden path of circular, distracting talk!

Steve Smith

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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.