Painting the wind: The ambition and frustration of a Caribbean man

Every now and again, a book comes along that will be kept near to hand and will end up very dog-eared by constant use.

Such a book is Ian McDonald’s “A Cloud of Witnesses” published by The Caribbean Press. It is a collection of thoughtful reflections on the Caribbean condition; visionary and inspirational addresses to diplomats and graduating university students; and moving accounts of experiences that are shaping today’s Caribbean.{{more}}

The book is no ordinary collection of thoughts, ideas, protests and urgings. Each of its offerings is written in uplifting prose; every sentence crafted to convey images and messages that are compelling; the book is English literature at its finest.

The topics in the book are varied, reflecting a long life in the Caribbean; the interests of a man who is poet and writer; lover of cricket; executive in the sugar industry and a consummate West Indian – born in Trinidad, of Antigua and St Kitts ancestry, grew up in Trinidad and Antigua, earned a degree from Cambridge University, captained the West Indies Davis Cup tennis team, and worked most of his adult life in Guyana. He is also among a rare breed – a white and proud West Indian, as comfortable in the company of other West Indians of all races as he is content in his own skin.

His novel “The Humming Bird Tree” is a set book for study by fifth form students in Britain. In “A Cloud of Witnesses”, he tells the story that a black girl, born in England of West Indian parentage, wrote asking him about his experience as a member of a minority so that she could compare their respective situations. He says an amazing fact quickly dawned on him: “I searched my memory all the way from my childhood and youth in Trinidad and Antigua throughout my life in Guyana and much travelling in all the West Indies and I could think of absolutely no occasion when I had experienced discrimination or even ill will because of the colour of my skin”.

But McDonald is worldly and wise enough to wonder “how many black persons living in predominantly white communities” can take for granted the “blessing” that was his own experience in the West Indies. In this racial intermixing and acceptance, the Caribbean remains special, and an example to the world.

After he retired as an executive of the sugar industry in Guyana, and by then an accomplished and well-recognized writer and poet, McDonald worked with the West Indian Commission – that body of

distinguished West Indian men and women who produced in 1992 the seminal study, Time for Action, that laid out a blueprint for the Caribbean’s future. McDonald recalls the testimony of “experts” who pointed to the models that were being developed elsewhere – the Asian Tigers, the Singapore model, the new Europe. He also remembers with satisfaction that the Commission felt that, while these models were useful reference points, the West Indian model had its own intrinsic value. “West Indians”, the report said, “offer a rare creation – a people of many nationalities, many races, many faiths, and different cultural heritages” who have stayed together in a single community.

McDonald asserts his own belief in the value of the West Indian model. Nonetheless, he is practical enough to “pray because I think we will need some heavenly blessing in a hard task… but in the end I profoundly believe because I think we already hold enough in common to secure an undivided future together”.

His profound belief does not prevent him from being “disillusioned with the pettifogging gradualism that the word CARICOM is rapidly coming to stand for”. “All of our small countries”, he says, “simply have to make ourselves bigger very soon – enlarge our domestic market, broaden our technological base, combine our financial resources, increase the scale of opportunity for our ambitious young people, bring together behind one frontier the marvellous common cultural strains that exist in the West Indies side by side but apart – apart and therefore more vulnerable to outside cultural impact”.

As for the grand communiques, speeches and often touted plans of CARICOM meetings, he despairs – “every country in the region is littered with the burnt-out corpses of plans not implemented and reports unread”. Of the high-sounding declarations, he laments that they are “Declarations of futility”.

Let me not convey the impression that McDonald’s book is only about the nobility and importance of West Indian-ness and the necessity to consolidate its value; it is much more besides. It is rich in description of the things that mean much to us as individuals, such as the ageing and death of our parents – “the signs of their ageing threatened my contentment… Intellectually I knew they were not immortal but now I saw that it was true”.

The book conjoins cricket with poetry not only in capturing the superlative stroke play of Rohan Kanhai and Vivian Richards; the genius of Frank Worrell; and the artistry of Garfield Sobers and Brian Lara, but the essence of what cricket means to every West Indian – “truly cricket is supremely an imaginative possession which binds our Caribbean Community together… If it is no longer to be so we have lost something of infinite value”.

It also contains nuggets that invoke amazement and pride, such as the story of a young man whose remarkable life and accomplishments, like so many other West Indians, are today unknown or forgotten. He joined the Air Force and rose to become an Air Marshall and one of Britain’s top air force commanders in the Battle of Britain. When Pakistan became independent, he was seconded to become the Commander-in-Chief of the Pakistan Air Force. He was Sir Arthur McDonald, Ian’s uncle, who was born – and grew-up – in Antigua.

The book is also about poetry, poets and poems, used to illuminate the best and worst in human aspiration and disappointment. But mostly descriptions of the things that give pleasure and cause the soul to soar and want to accomplish what looks impossible like “painting the wind” or creating a West Indian nation.

Ian McDonald’s “Cloud of Witnesses” is a literary treasure.

(The writer is a Consultant, Visiting Fellow at London University and former Caribbean Diplomat)

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