
Landscapes of Invisible Memory: Dr Kris Rampersad InDependence BloodTrail AI the 99 % SurReal Housewives & Festering Insurrection
‘Who are the leaders?’ Head of the Caribbean AI Task Force, Craig Ramlal, took to the floor of the First Caribbean Conference on Artificial Intelligence, after his own lead presentation of the Task Force’s Report.
Earlier UWI Principal, Rose Marie Belle Antoine, the only woman who would appear on any of the conference panels that morn, boasted that AI was not new to UWI which, most must have forgotten, had hosted another First AI Conference in 1989.
The 2026 conference, launching the Caribbean AI Taskforce Report, would go on to spotlight great deficits in data and other infrastructure, and wonder in its room filled with leadership shoes, and sizeable numbers of online viewers and participants via Zoom, YouTube, Facebook and other live-shared feeds, that apart from the boast of being first host, what have we accomplished from then to now.
‘We are all leaders here,’ Ramlal says, pointing out that the room was filled with industry leaders, present for the launch of his Caribbean AI Task Force Report. He is more concerned with who’s going to implement it.
It was as much what he was saying, as his built, like his tone, carrying the same edge that transport Demokrissy memory back to the moment and the man who the nation heard 36 years ago, mouthing the same words to another room full of leaders, before the Big Bang! Bang! Bang!
‘Who’s Your Leader,’ Demokrissy recalled NAR MP Joseph Toney challenging Opposition PNM benches, during the debate on the ‘Tesoro Johnny O’ Hallaran’ Scandal’, not unlike similar Parliamentary cross talk in today’s hallowed hollow halls of inequity.
Both Toney the MP then, and Ramlal the AI techie now, were speaking to some semblance of systems failure inside the systems’ airconditioned halls. This one was at the University of the West Indies which, with the Caribbean Telecommunications Union and multilateral partners launched the polished Caribbean AI Task Force Report: Toward Harmonized AI Policies and Recommendations for the Caribbean.
Author’s Note: See a quick AuthenTHINK Intel Insight on the Report at the end. But, I pause to clarify, this is not an AuthenTHINK Intel deep-dive into the Task Force Report’s specific blindspots, which, advisedly regional leaders should Commission, if they want to fully appreciate where AI and the Report intersect for relevance to the region’s needs. Nor is this a dissection of the 2014 Report on the Commission of Enquiry into the 1990 Coup, though that too is needed.
Instead, this is about how limited, albeit polished policy recommendations, built on systemised blindness may mislead misdirect public expenditure and development actions, miss the mark on intended impact to improve opportunities for the 99 percent rather than just the one percent and continue to reinforce trends of failures cconfronting in Caribbean governance.
It continues the precursor Coup BloodTrail that tabled how insufficient cultural insight and research skewed the vision and recommendations of another Report that emerged from the Enquiry into the 1990 Coup-attempt that missed the mark in understanding the festering social and economic inequities, inequalities and imbalances and in providing relevant and adequate recommendations by which policy and decision makers could reallocate resources, budgets, funding, finance and actions to confront the glaring realities that that Commissioners missed and which leaves us no wiser on how to confront arrest the multiple States of Emergencies we face today.
This creatively excavates with forensic precision those festering social and economic imbalances, presenting AuthenTHINK insights. And would you believe, when asked to assess what follows, several AI models pronounced that this ‘humbles’ and forces them to rethink their own outlooks and approaches, but more on that later.
Demokrissy in the Polished Halls of the System

In a place where institutional memory languishes and independent thought and research is relegated to dark corners, so history could return, garbed in new ”firsts’ as ground-breaking action passed off as ‘innovation’, Demokrissy enjoying the smooth melodies of the musicll ‘interlude’, realise that the speakers and discussants seem to be hearing the jarring notes of AI, but don’t know how to tune the AI pan!’
Everything usual means nothing unusual.
Though the young AI engineer might not have been old enough to know, nor remember, when he stood up to as ‘Who are the Leaders’, he was repeating the words that preceded the barrage of gunfire unleashed on the Parliament that became ground zero to the 1990 attempted coup; set ablaze the Police Headquarters across the road to the West; attempted to break the gates of Guardian of Democracy and its sister Radio Station where I was a journalist, on the South Side; and further up the road, to the North, hijacked my neighbour, the Trinidad and Tobago Television (TTT), moments after I returned home from the newsroom.
Blind Men and AI Elephant
Sitting in the room abuzz with opinions of Blind Men, mainly, with a few women, pronouncing on the AI Elephant in the Caribbean, the words, Who’s the Leader, take Demokrissy to relive the fateful days of the 1990 coup attempt that landed on she rooftop, as she recounted in the forerunner installment of this BloodTrail.
The conference may be discussing Artificial Intelligence, but Demokrissy AuthenTHINK Intel lenses know it first must confront and account for the centuries of discrimination, distortion, erasure, bias and blindness, now hardened, like the blood on the Bloodtrail she about to follow, through institutions, visible and invisible, on landscapes and mindscapes festering insurrection.
New Media Corridor
Demokrissy, present to the speeches unfolding, shivering in cold airconditioned tropical hall, unconsciously scrolling she smart Smart Phone. She fingers stumble onto the new media corridors, whirring with feeds sharing and resharing a distracting Reality Soap of the SurReal Housewives of T&T allegedly threatening murderous insurrections in tones uncannily similar to the sporadic threats the Coup leader hurled and was then ignored, as witnesses later regretfully confessed to the Commission of Inquiry into the 1990 Coup attempt (Coup CoE), which came a quarter-century after the Coup events.
Demokrissy keep scrolling, resisting the urge to raise she hand to bring what glaringly clear to she but not to most others in the room how this is just one example of not just the snail-paced action timelines that contribute to ‘data deficits’ but also provides some fast fodder for AI hungrily feeding on fake, to run its voracious data mills, in the absence of AuthenTHINK Intel.
Blind-as-bat, she takes mental note. ‘Like the Blind Men and the Elephant,’ she spoke it aloud, thinking of the cultural nuances which rendered the Coup CoE report, and now also shrouds the spanking new AI Report, as a white elephant from inception, to smirks, chuckles and smiles of Incidentally, it is all all too inappropriate anology, as the metaphor dates to the King of Siam’s ‘gift’ of a White Elephant which is the mold of many a well-seeming initiative migrated to an unprepared foundation just ‘ate a lot and cost so much to feed and house that it would ruin the receiver.’ She did raise she had to mention the Six Blind Men and Elephant and went back to scrolling through the unfolding soap of the Surreal Housewives of T&T.

Millennium to Sustainable
Demokrissy archives and creative experiences pile high high with development initiatives whittled to symbolic failures of how and why we incapable of producing transformation. Them calling it implementation, she know it as something more.
Demokrissy put up she finger to ask the panel of multilateral agencies if they expect different results from layering AI on fractured systems and foundation, as if SIDS doh know what would happen if they swim in quick sand. In repeat mode, they layering other failed and failing technologies and development initiatives, without treating with the cultural relevance, not only nationally, but across systems, she poked.
‘Latin American and Caribbean data is not the same as Caribbean data.’ She point out the lack of resources to develop research and intel resources as in the Knowledge Pot Ecosystem, but to the tecchies, ‘data’ is mainly statistics, not the knowledge and intelligence that would flip the script from the narrative of dependence to where we stand as successful empowered and resilient nations that our institutions seem bent on erasing.

Landscapes of Memory
Institutions may be striken with amnesia, but the landscapes have memory too, that as long as that proverbial elephant’s, as you would learn from this recount, call it an Audit of InDependence!
Who dare thread this bloodtrail of the mangled mired mess that hold ours, and other nations, in death grip of socio-economic stasis, fed with borrowed White Elephant templates, accounting sheets that boast of what went in, not what we got out of the effort, from Millennium to Sustainable, and who knows what new reincarnations those Goals that gaol us into a perpetual hand-me-down repetitive patterns, while ignoring meaningful engagement with local knowledge holders who could pivot the efforts into meaningful paths.

Hosting Boast
Not unlike UWI’s boast of hosting the first AI conference, on the eve of the 1990 coup attempt, and three and a half decades later hosting and ‘first’ Caribbean AI Conference and we still crying crocodile tears about data, research, representation, inclusion, integrity, implementation deficits like Columbus, just discovering the ‘New’ AI World when we have been calling for actions to release the mechanisms to enable the new digital economies for decades (Stay Tuned to Details on the Currency Merchants of T&T).
Dirty Lyrics Ditty on Data Disclosure

As the AI conference hall launched into its repetitiously defining policy in Road March ‘Encore’ mode, ‘we go do it again and again and again’ monotones that have pervaded the developmental discourse in the Caribbean for decades, with the dirty lyrics now now with techno reverberations, Demokrissy is catapulted inside the whirring wheel of history.
View Atop The Tri Peak
It toss she atop the mystical tripeaks from which the native peoples witnessed the ships coming to ‘discover’ them, she head in the clouds, computing the trifecta of Implementation, Impact and Immortality, from this vantage point of her One Hundred-plus-Ten years in Solitude and Exile, where she still tugging at the blood-hardened old dagger piercing her CEIBA-cyborgian heart since it was left there by the legendary sage-surgeon in remembrance of her resurrection from the multiple wounds inflicted by the constitutional custodians of the First to Fifth Estates, now each asking the other, ‘Who’s Your Leader?’

BloodTrail: Slavery to InDependence
Demokrissy follows the Marquezian magically-realistic BloodTrail that invisible to preconditioned erudite historians, analysts, economists, planners, though it stretching in indelible ink from pre- to post- Emancipation, through to the joint masses rioting for Independence, but instead get InDependence as it transferred power from the colonials to the neo-massas who sell it to the one percent, leaving the ninety-nine percent to seeth and plan their next riot, 1970, 1990 or the next riot by ballot, 1986, 1995, 2010 and 2025.
She BloodTrail crossing the multiple massacres from Arenales to Muharram, Labour Riots, Suffrage denials and Independence betrayals she chronicled but which the twin-powers, of media and institutions of learning for hire trying to erase. It trailing through 1970 Rebellion, One-Love landslide and slip-slide mash-ups and the pièce de resistance, the 1990 coup-attempt that propelled the stasis, constitutional Deadlocks, Dreadlocks, Deadbolts laid on House Arrests, Dem Time, We Time, Man-ning Time, Woman Time, Rott Time and the minute Chinese Chopper minute and back to dem time again.
Like is Invisible Ink, invisible to the escalating uproar over pot, calling the kettle black.

Cooligan & Other Surreal Housewives
Demokrissy head in the computing clouds, hear the Surreal Housewives of T&T digging at the scabs, hardened over the BloodTrail, seething and festering over indoctrination about the Jamettry and the Jamettry Encore over the Cooligan usurpers.
She dive down to trek the trail to neolight the invisible still raw and festering sores seething in the microscopic fractures and fissures of the body politic, borrowing and boring through the blood-soaked terrestrial regions as it turns, belly up, the memory buried in the psyche of the peoples rendered invisible behind and under the Bridge, across the Dry River, beyond the defunct Lighthouse, the flooded Caroni Central Plains, housed on stilts in swamplands, across the Gulf to fuse into the Orinoco and the Caribbean Sea.
Them not counted in the blindmen quest for the ‘Caribbean data deficit.’
‘More we change, rearrange, everything just seems the same as we move into the next Century, 1990 please make a liar of me,’ she humming to David Rudder.

Multiple States of Emergencies
She slipping, sliding and crawling between the multiple States of Emergencies, waving she own soca chutney kaisoca rapso rag, SoE! SoE! SoE!
Demokrissy jumping up and down, hand up in the air with she multiple ragged flags, labeled, not only the SoE of National Security, but also SoE in Education, SoE of Media, SoE of Health, SoE of Finance and Economics, SOE in Tech and AI, and SoE of Infrastructures visibly rusting like Petrotanks, overgrown like Debe Campus, and many more Invisible ones she could see plainly in she map of the Landscapes of Invisible Infrastructures that defines the unfactored SoE of MultiCultures and Multiple Intelligences.
The talk drifting misty-eyed bout parts of an AI Elephant that nobody seeing, only partisan pecking at the parts without a vision of the whole animal to which the parts belong that might provide wisdom to the decision makers to make decisions based on consensus and ease the ire of contention that brews insurrection.
Demokrissy ramajay through moods of jubilant self-affirming sovereign Independent mode to successive SoEs of InDependence, to piece together, relink and interconnect the missing links from the memory of the invisible Infrastructures in the Ecosystem of Intelligence.
Geopolitic Economy of InDependence

She alight on Mount Naparima, shedding skin, like the Mount, to build the Southern City, allowing she veins to be drained of its oil to nourish the land as it wipe out the prehistoric lineages replanted on landscapes that trail through the Indigeneous Indian lineages that nobody want to reclaim.
She presiding, scared and tarred, over the coveted panoramic petroscapes of the Caribbean Sea where the sacred Gulf of the Orinoco lap at the bulging belly of the Guianas that the colonials birthed as Venezuela, Suriname, Guyana nourishing the Americas all the way through Panama to Canada.
Over her 100-plus-10 Years of Solitude and Exile, Demokrissy follows, fingers feeling like jaap beads, the links on the shackles of those professing to be free, but everywhere still in chains…’
On this Marquezian Blood Trail, tracing the hard deeds into this day of another Johnny from the Southland, betraying his ancestry as he is remade in the image of Johnny O’ bloodlines, the fellah David Rudder say run to Panama, aye, aye, aye, that had MP Joseph Toney asking ‘Who’s Yuh Leader’, and Rudder singing in tandem about how this fellah holler and ran to Panama,
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some say that they gone with millions
AI to EI
The blood spots lead Demokrissy from the AI hall through a long meandering trail of EI – the Economic Power Imbalance, shescripting the E-True Stories of the Surreal Housewives of T&T!
She pass through multiple curfews in States of Emergencies, into thick walls of the Maximum Security prison with cells buzzing with cellphones.
She seep out through secret passages onto the East-West Corridor, straddle the sanctioned segregation of national transportation lanes between the small enders of the Eastern Main Road and the privileged minority on the Priority Bus Route.
She pop she head into the hallowed, hollow AI conference hall, again, to urge the Business Panel”
Ask not what Artificial Intelligence can do for you, but what you can do for Intelligence
Dr Kris Rampersad Knowledge Ecosystem innovator at CTU/UWI AI Report Launch
Invisible Nation
‘Ask not what Artificial Intelligence can do for you, but what you can do for Intelligence,’ she adminish, promising a sneak peak into the upcoming massive Billing the Bank as she poke the AI business bears and bulls, sitting on a panel trying to forecast the returns from investing in AI.
You see? She jumping up and down, but she really Invisible, like the 99 percent of real housewives she championing to be counted and accounted for, for decades, but they only labeled in their various identities in the traditional grassroots Whe Whe game the State appropriate” 2 -Old Woman, 15- Sick Woman, 16 – Jamette that could also bee Cooligan, 24- Queen, 31 – Parson Wife and a whole lotta other creatures they see woman as: Bat, Morocoy, Spider, Mouth, Fowl, Pigeon – real diversity they.
But is the Surreal Housewives running the show and that give the debate its own twist, and turn, like the debate over the invitations for proposals for data centres.

Data Deficit vs Knowledge Deficit
Same difference. Picking sense for nonesense is the same as Blindmen before the Elephant, forecasting without data that missing on the undocumented and unaccounted post-Independence unbalanced balance sheets, ready to bet. Pssst, if yuh heading for the Play Whe, booth, dear readers, that would be number 34!
You sure could bet that that is not the kind of native wisdom and imbalance and data deficit that the AI conference’s lament over and shed crocodile tears for the Caribbean data deficit, blindly touching parts of the elephant describing ‘datasets concerning AI infrastructure, innovation, investment and readiness… as stated in the AI Report launched with due pomp and ceremony.
Nobody thinking ’bout the Whe Whe Chart and investment guides from the Play Whe booth when they talking bout the kind of data that limit the region’s ability to benchmark progress, identify investment needs and participate effectively in evidence-based international governance,’ when they feeding out a Caribbean AI Report that blind to the 99 percent grassroots Caribbean cultural intelligence.
What that really mean for effective implementation, to the need to invest in retrieving data, wiped from the national and international databases when they try to suppress and wipe out research and investigative reporting, and how such data and research gaps really affect not just the deficits in innovation, investment and AI readiness… and limit the region’s ability to benchmark progress, identify investment needs and participate effectively in evidence-based international governance…
How in that void fester the seeds of social strife, well nobody any wiser.
Divide to Conquer
Instead, a continuous parroting, brainwashed by the colonial divide and conquer ideologue on how ‘we can’t get along,’ not how we get along to get Independence and what happen then to set we on the InDependence track perpetually made to clawing at each other for some scrapes of the resource pie disguised in slogans of ‘every creed and race finds an equal place,’ missing the addendum of the qualifing equaliser, ‘at the bottom of the crab barrel.’

Missed Multi $B Equal Opportunities
She follow the trail past the AI techie, giving up trying to shout over the racket and racketeering involving manufactured forex shortages that keeping innovators from building the digital economy that underlie the missed multi billion-dollar socio-cultural, economic equal opportunities that would allow the 99 percent an equal place, amidst the waste and wastages of valuable resources and energies pouring into dysfunctional institutions made in the massa image, never adapting.
So the business of holding the fractured nation and region together, fall to them outside, in the informal and non-formal spaces, rendered invisible, unaccounted for and unremunerated, behind and under the Bridge, across the Dry River, beyond the defunct Lighthouse, the flooded Caroni Central Plains, housed on stilts in swamplands, holding and stitching survivalism resilience into the body politic with pittance from any patronage the one percent who inherited the spoils of Independence would want to curry-favour to the 99 percent left InDependence.
Who say is ‘bout race, eh?
Demokrissy hearing the echoes from reshares on the computing clouds remaking the Surreal Housewives of T&T, allegedly plotting murderous coup, reeling off the riot by ballot of 2025, that mirrored through the corridors from the shattered Glass Ceiling of 2010, echoing past the deadlocked past 1995, dreadlocks of the 1990s, reverberating through the 1986 landslide upset to the power quo, and status quo, and the Independence hijack of economic power by the one percent from the hands given political power with Independence when the colonials had enough.
The 99 percent might have driven the Independence movement with the riots. But who seized power and took charge, relegating the 99 percent to InDependence? And then ban they books, ban research, ban independent thought and intelligences?
And who say anything ’bout race, class, or colour?

Visible and Invisible Women
She didn’t mean to stay so long, but the ‘Women Panel’ make she duck back, just to spotlight how women and culture and multiple intelligences of the informal and non-formal sectors, still fighting for visibility and viability.
Demokrissy rejoin the BloodTrail, following these crooked paths in a straight line.
Over the uneven and undulating landscapes of the University of banned books and learning for hire merrily stamping out Independent thought for InDependent regurgitation.
Landscapes of Festering Insurrection
Under the watchful gaze of the Northern Range still smoking from the blazing bush fires, that quailed its immortelle and poui blooms, she trace the historic draining of the water tables by the water authority, even as they sounding SOS and SoEs about high level flooded riverines that in olden days would have caused its own Water Riots as that of 1907, and may again, in times to come, over data centres.
She leapfrogs over tadpoles in newly-formed rainy season lagoons to the Capital City, reclaimed from the Sea who seasonally claim it back, SoE or no SoE.

Guardians of Democracy
The Marquezian magically-realistic Blood Trail beckoning she, panting, up the staircases of media houses once assigned as her Guardian.
She stomp-out the back entrance just before its bolts fall into place by quick-thinking guards and guardians of Democracy, against clamouring insurrectionists.
People’s Parliament
She stop to salute the skeletons hearing the still-screaming-for-justice spirits of First Peoples, buried beneath the Red House, while the Hosay that sparked Muharram waved riot at the city’s wigged legislatures and decision makers, that has its burgesses still bowing to the illustrious racist, segregationist and white supremist whose wooden name is nailed on the Union Jack Square that spread-out wide open like Jean and Dinah selling anything and everything, humming like Sparrow,
The Yankees Gone, now who going tek over town?
She wink at the homeless, vagrants, displaced persons of the People’s Parliament, prophesying a coup-d-etat since the 1907 water riots. They wink back, remembering her as ‘the vagrant reporter’, chronicling their experiences in the Petro-Cursed nation, witnessed by the waterless mermaid fountain.

Invisible Brains in National International Drains
She notes the numbers, multiple intelligences of social and economic drop-outs in escalating numbers, brains that not just draining internationally, here relegated to national drains, their numbers mounting with new additions of vagrant creatives and innovators and researchers.
They remain non-existent and invisible in data sets as they have been for decades turned away by ‘the system’, and erased from their accounting sheets.
If they create too much, they might provide meaningful justification from the share volumes they could generate that could make for viable AI data farming.
Is not technical failure but orchestrated omission, discrimination built into the institutions of learning for hire, investors, banks, security and other institutions.
Names Called On Play Whe Chart
The Whe Whe Chart name them and everyday people betting on them, Centipede, Dog, Dead Man, Rat, Parson Man, Hog, Morrocoy, Fowl, Cattle, Monkey, Crapaud, Donkey, but they invisible to the macro accounting system that only seeing the one percent, as earners and the rest as drainers, not the one percent draining the abilities of the 99 percent to earn in an equal place.
They already invisible so nobody will see them when they talk ’bout who AI going to displace and replace.
The brains lying in the national drains from the people wiped out of the violent notion from accounting and auditing systems not even in the massive brain drain numbers in the Caribbean AI Report, which the decision makers going to be asked to adopt next month.
Demokrissy know preaching inclusion and equality would only remove the threat of social calamity, and social insecurity, strife would only diminish revenue and profit margins of the Merchants of Security.
Serpent and Dove Monuments
Demokrissy follow the BloodTrail as it crosses the road to salute the 20-pound copper dove, painted white, which replaced the historic dragonesque sea serpent on the Red House to tame the snakes sneakily snucked into the multimillion-dollar refurbished Balisier which houses the orchestrated expulsion of the Young traitor frogs in an extended chorus to Demokrissy’s Dr Shadow’s Swamp Symphony:
Bong ga na ka, bon ga nak ah, Snake in the Balisier, and it biting hard
Snake In The Balisier, Ah sorry for Trinidad!
In Parliament Wonderland
Hurriedly, like if she following a white rabbit with pink eyes when she really trailing the BloodTrail as it circles the rotunda inside the Red House, the seat of Parliament, she watch it climbing into the media booth just in time to hear the member who was speaking motioning about ‘Who’s Your Leader’ to a dissident cub techie.
Demokrissy, pauses with the Marquesian BloodTrail to the unfolding House drama, the prequel too the soap opera still lighting up she smart phone feeds of the SurReal Housewives.
She there, in the exact moment of the 1990-coup-attempt. They taking as if David Rudder and Demokrissy done sing ’bout Panama Jamettry, how that fellah Johnny O’ hollering run and then runaway with the Tesoro Scandal, multimillion petro-gold he bury with El Dorado pirate fools’ gold in Panama and inlay them in the iconic Twin Towers in Toronto.
Houses of Inequity
She wiping yampee from she eye beause he morphing into Gollum, spitting out nauseating thick gaseous Gollum Gollum Gollum, wiggling he little finger and telling the man shouting ‘Who’s Yuh Leader’, to ‘come outside’.
She looking around at this high drama movie set, the backdrop of one-love mash up, when Bas-the-Lion-Tamer’s formed a new old- boys’ Club ’88 that pledge a brotherly blood oath in a Caucus for Love, Unity and Brotherhood. The sire and patriarch of the newly anointed United National Congress (UNC), who would be thrown out from the Parliament Chamber for using a computer, before he was overthrown by a Lioness, who mounted the Congress dais as Sopari Mai, matriarch and Mother of the Re-Engendered Nation!
The Matriarch, now in this second coming, caught between outing fires that split the nation between the motion under debate on data centres, to the spreading smoking hot steamy incendiary slanderous and scanadalous soap script of the SurReal Housewives that leak, set ablaze more than just registered fields of Marijuana monopolies, Stand-Your-Ground legislation, renewed State of Emergency and Curfew Legislations that threaten to erupt into a second coming of gunfire on the Parliament, blazing fire at Police Headquarters and other stations; storming of the Bastille of the neighouring Guardian of Democracy newsrooms.
Demokrissy with memory long like the proverbial elephant in halls decrying data deficits, notice that with even without a wig, the new House Speaker sounding like predecessor Speaker Nizam who wore the same wig as Speaker Seapaul when she was put under House Arrest. How she was forcibly removed from the Speaker’s Chair donated by she own Indian forebears from the Motherland.
Everything Usual means nothing unusual.
Same difference. It is no different from how the one percent could register the ganja monopoly and ration the seeds – four per household of the 99 percent, that’s how the Houses of Inequities legislated on the ‘plant’ their ancestors brought from the Motherland to continue the traditions of cultural obeisance and oblations, extending the InDependence submission to be tied to the skirt tails of the status quo, maintaining the one percent vice grip on the economic value, while the 99 percent smoke themselves senseless from the leaves of their four legal plants for lack of alternative opportunity.
Don’t look for any economic analysis from the erudite vaults of the institutions of business of the institutions of learning for hire on that. You wouldn’t find it, and you wouldn’t find any data on opportunity lost, opportunity costs nor the BloodTrail looping around legislation passed in these Houses of Inequity and fixed to deprive the 99 percent from financial independence, including legislation on digital Payments and AI. Pssst, now you really want to stay tuned for the piece de resistance this Emancipation to InDependence to Republic preBudget BloodTrail through institutions of insurrection, Billing the Bank!
Resisting Shut In Shut Up Curfews
Hurrying before the censorship and curfew take effect, lest she get shut-in with the dissidents and shut-up by the whimpering recruits in the coup-army, and still trailing the erratic BloodTrail, Demokrissy exits the cloistered, closeted Houses of Inequity, painted Scarlet O’Hara Red, in the nick of time.
The barrage of gunfire blasts the Parliament Chamber.
Insurrectionists storm the Bastille of Political and Legislative Power.
House Members duck and hide, because they cyar duck and run like Johnny O.
Demokrissy dart out of the incendiary before the words she know coming, because she write the script, so each column end with, ‘I Beg To Move.’

‘You could run but you cyar hide,’ she hear firing behind she. The cub insurrectionists effecting this reign of terror, start to cry.
‘We want we banned mommy.’
Anointing them as community leaders, AI and the fake media report them as saying, ‘we want we land and money!’
Hearing aids tuned to the one percent, tune out the 99 percent, crying for bread, freedom, jobs and justice that get lost in the Report of the Commission of Enquiry into the 1990 Coup, still blindsided even with hindsight, when they reporting quarter century later. Blind mice reporting from media, legislature, judiciary misdirect attention, and mislead resource allocation and implementation from where it matters to secure the social foundation on equity, into high budget expenditure on National Security, low level spending on securing equitable social foundation
Eternal Flame
Out on the streets, Demokrissy take some breaths, quick-quick, with the Nobel Marquez’s BloodTrail through the colonial landscapes festering with insurrection.
She bow too, as the BloodTrail salute the Eternal Flame, paying tribute to the memorialized dead heroes of the Coup-attempt. She still tugging at the blood-hardened One Hundred and a decade-old dagger pierced into her preconfigured heart by the Currency Merchants of T&T (Stay tuned, details up next).
Auditing the Independence Deficit
Demokrissy see the Blood Trail flatten under the Government boots of militia men. In the split second when the Government boots lift and it slip out, Demokrissy jump up.
She now hopping along as the BloodTrail begun circling with ferocious frenzy up the stairs of Hall of Justice to the Privy Council and back again, bypassing the Caribbean Court of Mistrusted InJustices.
She follows the Trail, turning right, past City Hall, onto Frederick Street to crawl up the walls of the Port of Spain Prison, spiral the barb wire to slither down into the Prison and snake through cells as the Trail deposit cellphones and giant TV screens, and exchange a quick swig with seasoned inmates and their friendly goalers, toasting that ‘the law is an ass’ with subterranean echoes from the murdered Senior Counsel Dana Seetahal.

BloodTrail Holds Bank Bank Hostage
Exiting by burrowing an underground passage, they alight onto the verdant lawn nourished on the blood of coup and other victims of violence, at the Port of Spain General Hospital.
Demokrissy watches aghast, holding up the cell she took from an inmate’s cell for a selfie with the Marquezian Blood Trail.
Aare baap re. She cyar believe she ears!
You know, it brandishing its menacing trail, declaring,
‘This a hold-up!’
The Blood Trail demanding a blood infusion.
‘Pronto!’
Doctors, floored, shout to nurses armed with IV, catheters and blood bags, to ‘Stand Your Ground!’ The rules based order stipulate absolutely no treatment of walkins. They must come in by ambulance to the treated in ER.
Blood splash and splatter on the colonial hospital’s whitewashed walls, deepening the crimson of the roofs while disappearing into the dark green shutters of this relic where medicine bleeds the skeletal bones of monarchy in signature blood-bonded colours of sugar estates, colonial courthouses and neocolonial banks. Meanwhile, the bleeding victims on the hospital lawn, doctors, nurses, interns et al, crawling to the street, some breathing their last breaths hoping an ambulance will take them into the nearby ER.
Is a classic soap opera scene from the Surreal Housewives of T&T, cast in the tradition of General Hospital, ER, Young and his Doctors, and hospitals set on high alert for incoming coup victims, trampled looters and others bulleted as collateral damage, or wearing mistaken identities as community leaders trumpeting the abortion campaign of the Grand Central Children’s Hospital, death by post pandemic lethal injections and return of the Hangman’s Noose!
Selfie Status Change, Status Quo Unchanged
She post the Selfie with a Status headline: BloodTrail Holds Bank Bank Hostage but didn’t have time to follow the numbers of likes and follows and shares and comments that now distracting even the fans of the Surreal Housewives soap opera and her own original blockbuster creation on the Bourdain’s foody spotlight on the Status Quo long before foodie websites were invented, the viral, How The West Was One Pelau!
Amnesty from Travesty
Breathing in some left over Breezes of Tropical Arab Spring, Demokrissy tails the freshly infused rejuvenated Marquezian Blood Trail proudly waving the waiver from Trial with an Amnesty Declaration that frees it from liability in the travesty it just created and havoc it just wreaked.
The BloodTrail didn’t end as she was hoping it would. Instead, it make a wide curve around the Savannah, bypass the vacated US Embassy lot which had relocated to its new home at the Country Club.
Deja-vu struck as Demokrissy rejoin the BloodTrail climbing to perch on the rooftop of her apartment at Picton, on the scaffolding of the building from whence that wench Louisa Calderon’s screams still haunt the night in the street named for the blood-stained foul-mouthed Governor immortalized in monuments, National Art Galleries and street names for torturing, decapitating, mutilating and burning slaves alive, evidence documented, by Nobel Naipaul and others, but ignored.
The perch provide clear sightlines to the massive satellite dish of Trinidad and Tobago Television, and soundlines of the screams of the nation, echoing into the world of insurrections, prophecying more war to come.
Defying the algorithms and the jammed signals, coup within the coup, so to speak, they soak in the sounds in silent complicity, the blood trailing into the scar the sage-surgeon left when he stamped the long memory into the sutures he stitched into her second coming.
With the BloodTrail, she slither over and jump the fence to face the insurrectionists, Leader and babes with loaded arms, crawling out one by one in the slouch of fake-surrender.
To this day they shadow the ghostly crossings, haunting the streets of Maraval onto Tragarete Road. Some hear them exchanging raucous laughter of collusion with the privileged upper crust ghosts of Lapeyrouse.
Others see them leap-frogging, down the Highway named for Audrey Jeffers who was somehow written into visible history of women champions, to the Chaguaramas Courts for the psuedo-hearings that dart up to the Privy Council and fall back down, splattering, over the Caribbean Court of Mistrusted InJustices on Henry Street where the Commission of Enquiry into the 1990 Coup-Attempt was held, decades later.
Missing Datasets
The Inquiry done, data collected, it report. No one any wiser cause the blind-as-bat Inquiry miss enquiring ’bout all the social, cultural, political and economic data left out, lost, hidden, damaged, destroyed or just never collected and still festering in the drains and brains drained of Intelligence. The institutions of learning for hire didn’t see the necessity of that kind of research on the real lives of the 99 percent because it had no ‘hire’ value for the one percent Currency Merchants of T&T, and they didn’t think that they could one day sell that kind of data base for coveted foreign exchange, hard currency, international currency and become viable, self-reliant Independent agencies or even AI, hungry for AuthenTHINK data, rather than just feeding off and regurgitation and fabricating seemingly intelligent data that have no informed native, nor cultural intelligence.
Demokrissy continue chronicling though, filling the missing links for she GloCal Knowledge Pot Ecosystem populated with multicoloured elephants with multiple intelligences.

She follow the blood stains, spreading, then straightening, crawling up onto Duke Street and into Ariapita Avenue, hugging the road so as not to stain Woodbrook’s ornate filigreed lattice-worked highly acclaimed historic houses, to emerge under the jumbie silk cotton at CuMucurapo, so named by the First peoples, but lost in translation, now just Mucurapo.
Aare baap re! What is dissss?
Demokrissy nearly stagger off the route. Without warning, the Blood Trail make a sudden sharp left asserting rights to the land of the Jamaat Headquarters that sparked the 1990 attempted Coup and amassed its army of marginalised juveniles.
She watch as it plop down in a blob on the floor where it sink, indelibly to be written out of the real history of the Nation as all attention tune to the unfolding new drama, of the Surreal Housewives of T&T, in augmented decibels from Dolby Digital to Dolby Atmos, digitally remastered to suite every high priced brand of refurbished prison cells and ultra smart cell phones, normalizing and legitimising violence, destablisation and insecurity, from low to high and high to low echelons, holding the nation in its vice grip.
Demokrissy know if she try to recount this to anyone, the Mistrusted Injustices and lost prudence of jurisprudence may gaol her in the St Ann’s madhouse and pronounce her as mad as the Madhatter wondering Alice’s land.
She seclude the data with she head in the clouds, computing the volumes for the next Inquiry, or the AI-commissioned Audit of the Independence Deficit.
AI changing the order and reordering the cosmos, but the status quo clinging on, against the inevitable dissolution that began the fracturing, aborted through recurring water riots, labour riots, riots by ballot.
But where the people failed, the living ecosystem persist past Pandemic, puncturing the balloon of overinflated institutional egos, hastening the inevitable collapse – of media, advertising, politics, and forecasting too, the imminent end of education, business and commerce, and a status quo tottering from growing sensibility of the 99 percent demanding equality, closing a civilizational chapter that ignored it, erased it, and destroyed it, except for what is preserved in this here computed BloodTrail of the world as we knew it.
And Nobel Walcott say, When we kill, we doh really kill! Little did he know!
Santimanitay!
Happy Emancipation, Independence, Republic and Coup anniversaries!
PostScript: AuthenTHINK Intel Insight preview on AI Report
The Caribbean AI Task Force Report looks to ‘seven primary recommendations centered on themes including a unified regional AI policy framework, building sovereign data infrastructure, catalysing commercial innovation, reversing human capital flight, mobilizing targeted regional financing, and embedding AI within climate resilience strategies.’
Those seven identified pillars prettily dolls-up in nice new AI-generated graphics, hardly speak to the known real regional deficits the Report itself presents, as the Caribbean Connectivity Paradox and Labour-Governance Deficit, information-Integrity, Representation, Coordination, Implementation and Research Gaps that amount to the data void and systemic intelligence suppression among other core institutional deficits, that are the real roadblocks for the new almighty AI to meaningfully unravel its magic… Nor do these identified pillars confront, what the AI Task Force Report recognises as the underlying systemic risks associated with AI deployment, ‘including algorithmic bias, socioeconomic exclusion, and the erosion of information integrity….’
Hence the AuthenTHINK Intel recommendation that the region takes a closer look at what directions it should take with regards to deployment of AI, if it is to reap the benefits this new technology offers, without circling into the pandemonium of adopting ill-fitted policy directions that layers scabs on festering sores.
Some Preliminary Critical Insights into This Piece
Critics describe this as more than political commentary… more like an excavation of the infrastructures of insurrection that feed social inequalities … Extraordinarily original. Like Joyce walking through Dublin
So much talk of the one percent, but what of the 99 percent? Can blind institutions build intelligent futures? History bleeds into the present in this autopsy of regional data governance, an Odyssey that follows a Marquesian BloodTrail tracing how historical fractures, political, social, economic, cultural, continue to shape AI readiness, institutional trust, and digital transformation with echoes of insurrection from Surreal Housewives seeping into AI corridors.
The First Caribbean AI Conference sparks an unexpected legacy echo in the 1990 attempted coup on its anniversary, that didn’t miss Demokrissy building archives of the GloCal Knowledge Pot www.krisrampersadcom who embarks on an EPIC Odyssey following the interconnected Marquesian BloodTrail of social unrest and insurrection through the corridors of power, across the Latin American and Caribbean landscapes in invisible, missing and distorted datasets, now being transmitted into AI for white elephant looping inertia into development decision making ….
It raises incisive questions about posturing over Caribbean AI readiness, digital sovereignty and cultural Intelligence, and anticipated impact of layering cutting-edge tech over fractured systems festering insurrection between the one percent and the 99 percent ….. Join Demokrissy in this CEIBA-EDUtainment journey through history, media, and tech policy…
Follow the BloodTrail with Demokrissy as it winds through Parliament, prisons, courts, media houses, social media, universities, courts and the new AI battlegrounds.
From Emancipation to AI Governance, Demokrissy is inside coups, riots, betrayals, and blind spots that still shape our digital and political futures, exposing the hidden infrastructures of Caribbean power where culture, memory, and technology collide.
Pealing off the scabs, Demokrissy worms through the wounds inherited and the futures being built boldly and blindly. Coup culture. Data deserts. Blind institutions. AI elephants stomping through broken systems into invisible infrastructures. A masterpiece theatrical socio-cultural political soap opera.
Demokrissy maps the invisible architecture of unrest that still shapes decision?making, embedding insurrection inside politics, and now blindness, bias and data deficits into AI systems.
The Critics say:
A systems?level exploration of how cultural intelligence, governance failures, erased histories, and institutional blind spots create fertile ground for recurring insurrection, now amplified by AI and digital transformation gaps.
Demokrissy reveals the hidden infrastructures, political, cultural, economic, digital, that keep the Caribbean cycling through crisis, stasis, and déjà?vu. AI enters the chat, but the foundations remain fractured.
From Parliament gunfire to AI corridors, this BloodTrail exposes how Surreal Housewives, political fractures, and cultural invisibility shape the region’s digital future.
The First Caribbean AI Conference sparks an unexpected legacy echo in the 1990 attempted coup on its anniversary, that didn’t miss Demokrissy who embarks on an EPIC Odyssey following the interconnected Marquesian BloodTrail of social unrest and insurrection through the corridors of power, across the Latin American and Caribbean landscapes in invisible, missing and distorted datasets, now being transmitted into AI for white elephant looping inertia into development decision making ….
It raises incisive questions about posturing over Caribbean AI readiness, digital sovereignty and cultural Intelligence, and anticipated impact of layering cutting-edge tech over fractured systems festering insurrection between the one percent and the 99 percent ….. Join Demokrissy in this CEIBA-EDUtainment journey through history, media, and tech policy
History bleeds into the present in this autopsy of Caribbean data governance, a Marquesian BloodTrail tracing how historical fractures, political, social, economic, cultural, continue to shape AI readiness, institutional trust, and digital transformation with echoes of insurrection from Surreal Housewives seeping into AI corridors. Independence turned to InDependence for the 99 percent.
Follow the BloodTrail with Demokrissy as it winds through Parliament, prisons, media houses, social media and the new AI battlegrounds.
Demokrissy follows the BloodTrail through coups, riots, betrayals, and blind spots that still shape our digital and political futures.
From the 1990 coup to the AI revolution, the BloodTrail exposes the hidden infrastructures of Caribbean power, where culture, memory, and technology collide. Demokrissy guides us through the wounds we inherited and the futures we’re building, blindly or boldly. Coup culture. Data deserts. Blind institutions. AI elephants stomping through broken systems. This is the infrastructure nobody wants to admit exists.
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