Culture of Secrecy Costs

A Culture of Secrecy feeds the culture of corruption.

On the balance sheet of public accountability and transparency, the costs of the culture of secrecy far outweigh the costs of disclosure.

On the scales of social justice, Safeguarding Right to Know and Plugging Loopholes in Law can reduce costs too.

Visionary statesmanship that could make the law more effective by implementing more than 20 recommendations ….

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Reggae on UNESCO Heritage Register

Reggae admitted to UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage List

Bunny Wailer, the last surviving member of Bob Marley & the Wailers with UNESCO Cultural Heritage expert facilitator Dr Kris Rampersad after sessions on Intangible Cultural Heritage in Jamaica. It was part of the process of safeguarding Reggae and other cultural practices, skills, and habits. Its inscription follows the inscription of Jamaica’s Blue and John Crow Mountains on the UNESCO World Heritage List.

The Caribbean music form created by Bob Marley and the Wailers now inscribed in UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity follows our capacity development efforts in Jamaica, policy development at UNESCO…. More about the rocky road of reggae to heritage recognition. Explore our heritage gallery. Ja Love

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What my mother told me. Wealth Is …

What constitutes wealth and where do we get it? I received this momento of wisdom from my mother that is worthy of introspection and reflection by all this Mothers’ Day….

Tribute to Mothers
Surprised by ABC teacher while speaking on Mothers Motherlands and Mother Cultures at ZATTIC Mothers’ Day tribute in Toronto, Canada.

The National Award for Development of Women/Journalism to me represents an acknowledgment of the sometimes nameless and voiceless women and others I have tried to represent; whose stories I have written, and whose views I have tried to articulate variously as a journalist, as an advocate and activist, as an author, educator and media practitioner in the quest for equity and inclusion, to open up spaces for women and advance a level playing field for all.
We who are given opportunities have a responsibility to give back and to leave our sphere better for those who come after. The wind beneath my wings has always been my now octogenarian mother who had little such opportunity as what she tried to provide for my siblings and I, who inspires with her humility and abundant love; who gives and asks for little in return and who instilled in me that my wealth is my mind. It is to her courage and resilience and quick wit that strengthens my resolve in substituting the pursuit of material wealth for the pursuit of knowledge. 
Sharing some highlights below and some brief brief preview bits of Ma, from my upcoming autobiography, Life! HoleHeartedly!
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Ma and me

Ma surprises me one day, although I thought the battle was fought and won. It is no mean feat to de-condition centuries of tradition of the notion that marriage is not the ultimate goal for a woman’s self-fulfillment. Yet, I believe I had convinced Ma. I wasn’t in anyway averse to the notion. But life gets in the way. So much to do and so little time to do it in.
The hints and suggestions of appropriate life partners were becoming less frequent.  It was a long time since I heard her speak of it. Perhaps she has resigned herself, I think.
Then Ma surprises me. We are talking now about my career. It is difficult to explain. I do not have a career. I do not really have what
people consider a real job. The demands of the NGOs had escalated. It left little time to visit, to talk. The schedule was getting hectic, one international NGO meeting after the other. I was beginning to feel the strain. There was little time to earn a living
and there were bills to pay…. Then Ma surprised me, by saying this…

Between Saving The World and MaRepresenting Trinidad and Tobago at UNESCO

…One December, I was invited to a meeting to design
international policy for Information and Communication Technology at the United Nations in Geneva – a follow-up meeting to the first World Summit on Information Society meeting held in Tunisia some years earlier, to assess the distance traveled in ICTs and the way forward. I had presented on the need for gender-sensitive ICT policy, with a critique of gender blindness in ICT policy. Rewind! FastForward, it was entitled. Fastforward was the name of the national ICT policy.

Inside the Glass Ceiling
Exciting moments in breaking Through The Political Glass Ceiling. Now Available in Our Store Shop Now!

…My friend Gail arrives to take me to the airport, yet again., but she instead finds me sitting, half-dressed, my winter boots next to me, pensive.
“Come on. You are going to be late!” She sits me down and pulls my boots on.
“I don’t think I should go,” I tell her. “Ma’s not feeling well.” Ma had just turned 80….
When I went to tell her I was leaving again, I could tell that she was beginning to feel that this could be the
last time we would see each other. …
 

When A Mother Forgets A Birthday

 
There were many family occasions missed too. I felt that my
nephews and nieces knew of me from what they read of and by me. For many years my birthday went uncelebrated or in other lands. In Uganda, coordinating the outreach for the Women’s Affairs Minister’s Meeting, the women came together because Hazel Brown insisted that my birthday be recognised with a cake.
Then, Ma too, still remembered my birthday, though I was far away. I did not imaging that a day would come when she would not, and then one day that day came… 
 

Mothers’ Day Missed

…In the weeks that I tried to pull together my second book, Through
the Political Glass Ceiling
so it could be out before the general
elections. I felt a launch before the elections was crucial, because there were some prophetic elements therein, I felt. prophetic, guided by my original research that generally departs from and challenges the thinking of the day or long held notions – mostly guided by skewed research. I try to review and revise some of those about the political culture in this book’s introduction, The Clash of Political Cultures: Cultural Diversity and Minority Politics in a Small Island. I focused on the intangibles of political ideology that has often been overlooked in political and socio-cultural analyses. The world is only now awakening that to the reality that these overlooked elements are indeed central and core to democratic failures, and only now recognising how focusing primarily on overt factors can skew analyses. And that made it seem as if I had a Krystal ball – that is, prophetic. It was around these insights that I wrapped career the woman who was in line – or destined -to shatter the political glass ceiling as the first woman Prime Minister.
…When my family gathered for Mother’s Day, that May, I had to beg leave. The book had to get to the press; the launch was in a few days. And a few days after that the elections. Ma understood. She encouraged me to get it done. I took comfort that she would be at the launch. How much we take our mothers for granted.
 

And then she said…

It was after the launch of Through the Political Glass
Ceiling.
We are sitting. I had just finished giving her a massage, with coconut oil, as she liked.
 “When you going settle down, girl?”
Oh dear. That talk..again! I think in dismay.
“But I am settled Ma.”
“But who you going to leave your wealth to?”
It was not the question I expected from Ma. We were generally never a family whose prime impulse or focus was on material wealth. I should have known.
“What wealth Ma? I asked. Startled. I explained to her that I generally worked for just stipends to cover daily allowances, and when time permits, a few contracts that would have to cover the expenses of the months not formerly working.
“I am doing what I am called to do,” I tell her.
That’s when Ma surprised me.
“Your wealth is your mind. Who you going to pass that on
to?” Ma says.
 
And a little something extra in honour of Mothers’ Day – extracted from upcoming Autobiography, Life HoleHeartedly

At the grinding stone

‘Everytime I passing
gyul you peesaying masala….’
I discover the world in Ma’s kitchen: the crossroads of new
and ancient Asian, Arabian, African, American European culinary delights. The
scents in Ma’s kitchen are like the convergence of global force winds and
waters at the crosscurrents of the world.
Ma is humming, ‘Everytime I passing gyul you peesaying masala’ as she presses out ancient family
culinary secrets from the mystical Orient beyond the Middle Passage through
Pacific-Atlantic Spice Routes, rerouted and rerooted. Like tantalising tall
tales of the Arabian Nights they tease my senses out of my comfort zones of
fairytales through Tunisia and Turkey, Venice and Manhattan to discoveries that
will overturn histories and empires and turn pages, heads and square, oval and
round tables of global diplomacy…..
Everytime I passing
gyul you peesaying masala,
Ma hums.
From the bowls of spices surrounding her, ancient unrecorded
lore transfers an exotic and erotic past from the perfumed gardens of the
ancient new world. Silken curtains swish against each other sinuously and in
sensual whispers seduces me to board closely guarded camel-drawn caravans laden
with dhania, pippali, nutmeg, cloves, maithi, nigella, cinnamon, cardamom,
mace, turmeric, across the deserts from Dravidian civilisations; aboard Persian
carpets of Iran and Iraq; pausing for refueling at the intersection of shipping
ports via the Arabian Sea into the Egypt’s Nile and the courts of Ramses; then
onward through to Mediterranean parts, Turkey, swashbuckling with the Ottomans
to enter Greece, to join Marco Polo through Rome, Venice; and Vasco De Gama
then Magellan in Portugal, and onto Spanish, French, Dutch Europe, and to the
British Empire.And yes, Letter’s To Lizzie is to be reincarnated! stay Tuned….
 
And Now a Little Something Extra. From UpComing  AutoBiography, LIFE! HoleHoleHeartedly! 
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Clan-destine
confessions
I am a bastard. The name I carry is not the one I was born with. And I do not refer
only to the truncated byline that accompanies this article.
(That was the Guardian’s doing. Days into what would turn out to be a career, not many moons ago, a dashing sub-editor faced me with the ultimatum of truncating my name or run the risk of not being
credited for my articles.)
For years I harboured clandestine thoughts that I was a bastard. In times when I wanted
to disown my family, I convinced myself I was orphaned; on better days I
savoured my secret – that I was a love child!
While I combed her hair, made wavy from decades of plaiting, or massaged her back, I
would smilingly indulge in this little secret I shared with my Ma. She groaned
approvingly every time I massaged an ache out. I dread to think what her real
reaction would have been had I voiced my thoughts…
But it was not just my imagination running wild. My bastardisation was the doing of
the State. 
It began when…….
 
….Five generations later, Moneah now lives: In the faces and the mannerisms and quirks of character of the some
3,000 women who can trace a bloodline to her.
From what
I know of some of those women in her lineage, …
…. She would mourn him properly in the traditionally defined ways, and two years later
consort with ..
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… 
A solid bridge now stretches seven generations – each step boldly
labelled – towards. Because we know her name.
 

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Heritage to stem violent extremism

The increasing incident of violence and extremism in schools
emerged as a core concern of educators, parents, religious, community and
cultural heads identified the sense of alienation by migrant and first
generations and challenges with adapting to their adopted societies.

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About LOL GLOCaL Heritage Tributes

LOL GLOCal Hertiage Tributes celebrate the connections between indigeneous & migrant communities. They explore common cultural and other connections, and underscore our global heritage linkages. Drawn from the original research of Dr Kris Rampersad, participants uncover unique interrelationships through a diversity of experiences and modes of expression and exposition. 

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Virtual Heritage Journeys and Galleries

Journeys through our virtual galleries and heritage museums.Here is an example.

 

Ask About LiTTributes

LiTTributes Explore the InterConnections between Literary Heritage with other heritage that create a collective memory of the world.LiTTributes are special events that highlight linkages between the natural, physical, built and cultural heritage and creative synergies between them in print, music, dance, drama, art, cuisine and other lifestyle, graphic and audio-visual media. It is the fifth in a series of our global focus.

 

Our Heritage Tributes evoke and pays tribute to legacies of ancestors.

LiTTributes to the Americas. A Celebration of Arrivals. A Journey Through Silk and Spices.
We celebrate the lifestyles and heritage of peoples of the Americas.

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LiTTriibutes Celebrate Legacies of Learning
Authors Tete A Tete: Nobel Laureate Sir Vidia Naipaul and Dr Kris Rampersad exchange thoughts on literary heritage.

Nobel Laureate Derek Walcott
Nobel Laureate Derek Walcott and Dr Kris Rampersad welcome President of Trinidad and Tobago Professor George Maxwell Richards to Evening Epic

The first LiTTribute to Toronto paid tributes to Mothers, Motherlands and Mother Cultures an he interlocking of indigeneous and new populations in Canada. 

 

A Glimpse into Time

The first LiTTribute to the Americas explored the convergence of creative expressions of the Americas took place in April 2018.

The first LiTTribute to LondonTTown was staged in London in August 2013. 

LiTTRibute to LondonTTown
BBC Ros Atkins, Director of the Commonwealth Foundation Vijay Krishnarayn Dr Kris Rampersad, Author Lakshmi Persaud at London LiTTribute

LiTTribute to the Antilles, took place at the Museum of Antigua and Barbuda in April 2013.

LiTTribute to the Mainland, gave insights into the ancient and new world connections between the islands and mainland Americas and was staged in Guyana in March 2013.

LiTTscapes inspires song
LiTTribute to the Mainland at Moray House Guyana, South America

LiTTribute to the Republic took place in Trinidad & Tobago in collaboration with First Lady Dr Jean Ramjohn Richards in September 2012. It followed the WhiteHall LiTTribute and launch of the book, LiTTscapes – Landscapes of Fiction by Kris Rampersad. LiTTscapes is the commemorative publication of 50th/ Jubilee of Independence of Trinidad and Tobago.

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