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Balbirsingh

My mother´s maiden name is Balbirsingh. It is a Sikh name and aside from our family in Trinidad, there is only one other family with the same name. But they are Indian and so don´t mix with us--we are a family of pot hounds, mix-breed. So in Trinidad there are only two groups of Balbirsinghs, my family, the mixed bunch, and then another bunch, with the doctor as the head, who again, wants nothing to do with us. I find this funny. My family finds this funny. My family, much to my chagrin, likes to talk about how mixed we are. In truth, I am just as East Indian as I am African and this comes from my father´s side as my mother´s. My father´s grandmother on his maternal side was a pure East-Indian who married like 7 times, all to creole (black) men. She lived in Sangre Grande and I met her when she was in her 90s. What kind of woman owns her own house, marries not only 7 times, but marries only to Black men when she herself is pure East Indian? I come from this line of women. On my mother...

A Call for a Memorial, My Grandmother & Falling

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A Call for a Memorial One of the things I saw in Berlin was The Jewish Museum, or at least the memorial that was built to remind us of the murdered souls who perished under tyranny. It is a daunting and intense experience: The facts, unfortunately, escape me now but all I can say is imagine being in a quicksand of graves. That's the experience. One of the moments I will always remember is standing there, amidst these giant blocks of what seemed to be coffins or graves, whatever it was, it certainly conveys death and hearing blaring out of a nearby restaurant, Belinda Carlyle's "Heaven is a Place on Earth". Surreal is not the word. It kinda' irked me that people were jumping up and down on them, some people even making out (I'm serious!) but the odd thing was, that seemed part of the installation as well: The perfect fusing of something as static as a monument, interacting with the live, breathing and VERY dynamic aspect of real life. It was cool. Then I saw...