If what it takes to be safe is to be in a Carnival party then I say let’s fete every day 24/7 across the country.

According to the Commissioner of Police, during a recent chat with the media, the safest place to be is probably at a Carnival fete because of the significant presence of the police.

Doesn’t the commissioner understand by now that a Carnival fete and by extension Carnival Monday and Tuesday are safe times with or without a police presence as the criminals are happy feting during those times as well and that the real issues are the robberies accompanied by the murders that take place to acquire the funds to go and fete/play mas during this “safe” period?

What we need is a full-forces (police and army) presence, seen and unseen, in every nook and cranny of this country, not only at Carnival time.

We are in a “state of emergency” whether it’s proclaimed by the President or not and criminals and would-be criminals need to feel the full brunt of the combined police and defence forces.

May I therefore suggest that instead of calling out all police officers, even those who would be typically on administrative duties, according to the CoP, that we also put a temporary hold on the Police Service and Defence Force rest and relaxation (according to a friend of mine) sporting activities so that at every street corner and everywhere you turn, according to the CoP, you would be seeing and feeling a police presence that makes moving around the country as safe as if we feting.

Ricardo Lijertwood

via e-mail


ONE would have hoped that Justice Vasheist Kokaram’s quite thoughtful judgment would have encouraged the Prime Minister to abandon his politically aggressive attitude and apply some statesmanship in dealing with the Law Association’s case for impeaching the Chief Justice.

THE late De Fosto opened his 1993 Carnival song “Is My Turn” with the words: “For too long I have been knocking on the door. Now I fed up, I don’t intend to knock no more. This time I going to break it down.”

THIS is a game which Caribbean children played and perhaps still do.

When the call comes to “show me your motion” we used to do whatever came to mind, a dance, jump up and down and so on. I do not know when it became fashionable for it to be sung at weddings but apparently there is a tradition, in some circles, of the bride being surrounded by her girlfriends who grab an edge of her gown while she shows her motion.

I WAS pleasantly surprised by the quality of many calypsoes I heard during the first half of the Calypso Monarch finals last Thursday night.

My self-regulated sleeping hours did not permit me to take in the second half, which I’m sure was better.

LED by our capital city, it has been fete after fete in the orgy of meaningless merry-making that now typifies the Carnival season in Trinidad and Tobago.

“We have over 200 fetes this carnival,” boasts the Culture Minister.

We in Trinidad and Tobago can now place firmly behind our backs the shame, humiliation and utter embarrassment we all suffered as a Caricom member at the hands of Kamla Persad-Bisses­sar, on two separate occasions in 2010, when she was prime minister of this country.