Authors: Kerry Young
And then something happen that I never seen before. Michael blush. I didn’t know before that a black man could colour up like that. Even though he a bit on the light side. Right then the back door of the lodge open and when me and Michael turn ’round we see the housekeeper come out and start walk towards us.
Then Michael say to me, ‘A long time ago, before Mui was born, Fay asked me to write to Rome to request special dispensation for her to divorce you. They declined and without a divorce she cannot file for legal custody of the children.’
I dunno why him telling me all this right now. I dunno if Fay know him telling me or if he just decide himself to go for broke trying to get me to give up the children.
When the housekeeper get up to us she say the archbishop on the telephone. I tell Michael is OK, go get the phone. We finish this another time.
And another thing since the fight with Fay is that Henry Wong start spending all him time down Chinatown. Him sitting in Barry Street from dawn till dusk and playing mah-jongg till all hours. When I ask him what going on him say him can’t stand it at Lady Musgrave Road no longer. Since Fay come back she and Miss Cicely do nothing but argue morning, noon and night. Argue, argue, argue. Anything they find they can argue over. They can even argue over the fact that a couple hours pass and them no cuss. Henry say it bad.
‘All I do is leave the house before Fay get up and stay out till after Cicely gone to bed. And even then it not always work out, because sometime when Fay come in early morning Cicely get up out her bed and they get started. If the neighbours closer I sure they call the police by now.’
So I wait for Ethyl to come tell me what going on up there. Because even though I been paying for shorthand and typing lessons all this long while Ethyl can’t pass the test yet so she still the Wongs’ housemaid. I tell her is OK, we can just keep carry on till she get there. And she happy with that because she like the idea that one day she going work in a nice cool air-condition office.
‘Mr Philip, it like a war zone in that house up there. Every day Miss Cicely playing the piano and singing at the top of her voice. Her favourite one at the moment is “Sinners, Turn: Why Will You Die?” I know it by heart myself now because Miss Cicely play it a hundred times a day, especially when Father Michael visiting. She thump down on them keys, because she play it loud but she no play it too good, and she sing,
Dead, already dead within, Spiritually dead in sin, Dead to God while here you breathe, Pant ye after second death?
She play it over and over.
Will you still in sin remain, Greedy of eternal pain? O you dying sinners, why, Why will you forever die?
She sing all fourteen verses of Mr Wesley’s song just like she learn it when she was a Methodist before she turn Roman Catholic, so I dunno what Father Michael make of that.
‘Then all the time Miss Cicely quoting the Bible like she say,
He that soweth to his flesh shall of flesh reap corruption, but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting
. She love say things like that when she know Miss Fay can hear her. So they argue ’bout that and how Miss Fay running to Bishop’s Lodge all the time and how Father following her from one end of town to the other. And when Miss Fay tell her Father Michael her counsel Miss Cicely say,
You should let the word of the Lord be a lamp unto your feet, and a light unto your path
.
‘But truth is I never see nothing going on with the Father. I never even see him stand close to Miss Fay or touch her or anything like that. He just always got his hands clasp in front of him or resting in his lap. And he always keep so still. You never see him like make no sudden movement. None of the help say they notice anything so I dunno what go on but for sure Miss Cicely not happy ’bout it.
‘Then when they not arguing ’bout the Father Miss Cicely say it not seemly for a married woman to be constantly running between her husband and father and dragging the children with her, and going out with her friends every night, going to every nightclub and party in town.’
And then Ethyl sorta lower her voice and look down and say, ‘Because Miss Fay go out at night a lot.’
And then she carry on, ‘And Miss Fay say it not her fault she have a lot of friends and it better than if she running ’round town with some jock. Well that word now, “jock”, really get Miss Cicely started on some long speech that she finish off by saying,
You too busy fretting about your social standing when you should be saying to yourself the Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer
.
‘And even in the middle of them arguing Miss Cicely will just stop and say something like,
We pay all that money for your schooling and you can’t even stand up straight. Why you need to lean on the doorpost?
And then she tell Miss Fay to act like she a respectable woman. Another time she say to her,
Take your hands off your hips! What you think this is? You think you big enough now to be standing there akimbo scowling at me?
And if Miss Fay interrupt her, Miss Cicely say,
I am talking. I am talking to you here if you don’t mind
.
‘But the worst time was when Miss Fay say that Mr Stanley run off to England just to get away from her, Miss Cicely that is.’
Ethyl talking so fast I have to put my hand up like a policeman say stop so as I can ask her who Stanley is because I got no idea who she talking ’bout.
‘Mr Stanley Miss Cicely’s firstborn.’
‘Miss Cicely got another child?’
‘Yes, sah. But Mr Henry not him father. I dunno who him papa except I hear Miss Fay say something ’bout Mr Johnson marrying Miss Cicely off to Mr Henry. And that make Miss Cicely vex ’cause she say,
Mr Johnson was your grandfather, God rest his soul, and you will talk about him with a civil tongue in your head. He didn’t do nothing to you
. So I dunno what all that about, except it seem like Mr Johnson Miss Cicely’s papa.’
‘So what ’bout Stanley going to England?’
‘Miss Fay say Mr Stanley run off to England to get away from Miss Cicely hounding him every day ’bout how he stupid and lazy and irresponsible, and how he never going ’mount to anything. And Miss Cicely say it not true, Mr Stanley go to join the Royal Air Force, to serve his Queen and country in a time of need. And Miss Fay say no, Mr Stanley sick and tired of Miss Cicely because no matter what he do Miss Cicely never forgive him for being as black as her.
‘The latest thing is a letter come from England for Miss Fay. It come from Mr Stanley and it say he can make arrangements for her to go there. She write a reply to him and she say she need a divorce so she can get the children from you, but the Church not going give it to her. I know it bad of me but I been taking the liberty to steam open the envelope when they come and when she give me the letter to take to the post office.’
Then she stop and she just sit there and look at me. And then she say, ‘I think that all I got to tell you right now, Mr Philip.’
So I say, ‘Thank you, Ethyl. You must be hungry you come here straight from work. Maybe you go get ’ but before I finish talk Hampton jump up and start mumble something and shake out him legs and brush down him shirt and pants, look like him trying to make an impression.
And then finally him say, ‘I can take Miss Ethyl for some dinner and drive her home after if that alright with you?’
I just look at him. And then I say, ‘Yah, man.’
After the two of them leave I lock up the shop and walk ’round to Matthews Lane. When I get there, there is a big commotion going on. Mui talking so fast I can’t make no sense outta what she saying. Ma trying to get her calm down when the telephone ring. It Clifton Brown.
‘I got Karl down here at the police station.’
‘What you got him doing down there?’
‘He get arrested by accident. I just trying to sort things out now and I bring him over the house in a hour or so.’
When Clifton turn up he got Xiuquan and two police constables with him that I never seen before. He say they young, they new to the neighbourhood, they didn’t know no better. They make a mistake. I reckon everything they do must be a mistake the two of them look so dimwitted. And with one of them so tall and the other one so short they just like Mutt and Jeff out on another one of them get-rich-quick scheme. I almost expect one of them to say ‘Oowah!’
But these two constables not no comic strip, because when they see Xiuquan lifting the bow and arrow outta the store they shout at him to stop, and when he start running, they chase him till they finally catch up with him halfway down Barry Street and they take him back to the station.
When I ask Xiuquan what him think he doing he say they frighten him when they start shout, and him just in a hurry to run back home.
So I say to him, ‘But you no pay for the things you take outta the shop?’
‘Pay? We never pay for anything. It was a gift. It is always a gift.’
‘So if it a gift how come yu start running when yu see the police coming?’
But before he get to answer Mui say, ‘Because you cannot always trust the police to understand your situation.’
I think to myself yes, she right. But I also know another Xiuquan that take off just like that when the police turn up.
Just then I look ’round and catch Zhang walking off up the yard to his room.
Clifton push the constables forward to come apologise to me, and they both tell me them sorry. They nuh know who Xiuquan is. They nuh know him my boy. Arresting him a mistake they regret and they promise it never happen again.
I tell them is OK, these things happen. No harm done. And I open some Red Stripes and pass them ’round. The constables sit down and drink the beer, and they smile at me, but I can tell they none too happy ’bout the whole situation.
Sun Tzu say, ‘
When without a previous understanding the enemy asks for a truce, he is plotting
.’
23
West Kingston was like a powder keg just waiting for something to come put a match to it. So that day when Edward Seaga stand up at the hundredth anniversary of the Paul Bogle Uprising, and when the crowd start heckle him, an’ him say to them, ‘If they think they are bad I can bring the crowds of West Kingston. We can deal with them, in any way, at any time. It will be fire for fire. Blood for blood.’ Well that is when the mayhem really start up in earnest, and I wonder if it was a wise move for him to stop being a music promoter and become a politician. Not that all the shooting was Mr Seaga’s fault because it was going on long before that. I think the blood-for-blood thing just ease it up a notch.
Anyway, it was just like Gloria say to me. It was open warfare in the street. And this was 1965, just three years after Independence when we was out on them same streets parading and dancing and singing ’bout unity. Now everybody was just out there gunning down one another. It get so bad that one day they report that in a two-hour period on one West Kingston street they fire two thousand rounds of ammunition. How they work out a thing like that I dunno. I don’t even know how people can afford to buy so much gun and bullet. And how come they so happy to spend so much time and money just trying to gun down their neighbour.
I say to Judge Finley that it was exactly the sort of thing I worried we was headed for when Samuels take up with Louis DeFreitas, and how good it was that we stamp it out straight away. How good it was that we keep them guns outta Chinatown because I didn’t want nothing to do with what was going on.
And him say to me, ‘What about unity and being brothers in arms?’
‘This is not unity. Unity is when you gather together to face a common enemy. Who is the enemy in West Kingston?’
‘They think it is the man next door with the gun that is trying to kill them.’
‘Killing your neighbour not going solve unemployment and all the misery that go with that. Their enemy not their neighbour. Their enemy is the masa that is making himself rich while all them boys bleeding to death in the street. If you want talk ’bout brothers in arms then maybe we need to get together and go get back the land that still owned by British landlords. And maybe we need to go see ’bout how we going stop these foreign investors from just taking out all the profit as fast as we can make it for them, so Jamaica can get to keep something for herself. And then maybe we wouldn’t need so much foreign aid. But the ordinary man can’t do nothing ’bout these people. He don’t even know where to find them. All he can do is take up a gun and fire it at the people he see every day. And the worst thing about it is he doing it with a gun he get from the CIA. The masa don’t even have to beat the slave himself no more. We doing it for him.’
But there is not a soul listening to me, except Mui.
So then the next thing we realise is, we got to go do something ’bout Kenneth Wong, because it seem like somehow Kenneth get himself all mix up in the middle of everything. Like he use the excuse of running a few errands for me to go turn himself into his idea of public enemy number one. So I think I go solve that by hiring Desmond Drummond and telling Kenneth he don’t work for me no more. Not now I got Desmond. I think this going fix it because Desmond a long-time friend of Milton who turn out to be one seriously big, bad bwoy so I think that will send Kenneth running back to his mama. But it not so. Kenneth still going ’round the place acting like him working for me. So people start get confuse over whether it Desmond they dealing with or Kenneth, and I have to talk to the boy over and over and explain to him that he should go back to school and try get some qualification. But him not interested. Him say he don’t need it. His papa nuh got no qualification, I nuh got no qualification, but we still rich, so what he need qualification for? And I tell him things changing. He can’t spend his life just run ’round town like me. Maybe he should go ask his papa to work in the supermarket business. But him just shrug and walk off and I know him not going do it.