True Story - Ralph E. Gonsalves very first official act as Prime Minister!

The campaign for the 2001 general election was in full swing, the ULP propaganda team was led by Glen Jackson, who later became Ralph Gonsalves Press Secretary and was alleged to have been murder by Ralph and his Cousin Julian. Glen went about his assignment of disseminating lies, slander and creating scandals after scandals. This was done on Glen's ever popular radio program “Shake Up.” Most of the stories of N.D.P associated corruption that were raised on that program were true, but for Ralph Gonsalves and his bunch of henchmen, in their dishonest and corrupt little minds; thought the truth was not good enough to sway the people to support them. 

As a result, the truthful incidents which amounted up to corruption, unethical acts, and dishonesty were embellished, and had fabricated stories attached and associated with them and they add juicy lies to the truth to make them sweeter. In other words they were trading in lies and deceit. 

After the General Election had concluded; there was a change in the Government, in St. Vincent and the Grenades. The N.D.P had suffered an embarrassing lost and their strangle hold on the Government of St. Vincent and the Grenadines was relinquish. I was unimpressive because I was a part of the crow of people that have assembled, at the Government house, at the swearing in Ceremony, of the new Prime Minister of St. Vincent and the Grenadines: Ralph E. Gonsalves. 

Personally I did not have any interest in being amongst the people who had gathered at the Governor General residence for the official swearing in of the new Prime Minister, but duty said I must be there. Justice Don Mitchell; the judge to whom I was assigned, was the officiating officer at the Swearing in Ceremony; therefore, liked it or not. I had a sworn obligation to be at that ceremony. 

By this time, I have come to detest Ralph E. Gonsalves and all he stood for and believed in. This was because of the level of desperation he displayed and his opportunistic behavior that was the central point of his bid to win the General Election and become Prime Munister. He always resoughted to, deception, lies dishonesty and he encouraged honest men and women to participate in the same, in order to gain the people confidence. I have come to understand from the teachings of my parents, anyone who gain your attention and your affection by lying, and treating, will do the same to keep your attention and your affection. These kind of relationships are unhealthy. 

As a result. I did all in my power to shut, down the lies and the scandals that was being propergated by Glen Jackson on their Shake Up" interactive radio program. It was not a difficult thing to do. I along with most Vincentian thought it was time for a change, but change at all and at any cost could never be good change, and I did not want to be a part of any movement that wanted change at all or any cost. Hence the reason I put my X for a man who at the time was my good friend and Basketball team mate: Bertram “Bertie” Lewis. 

As a result, as soon as Ralph Gonsalves said so help me God; which signaled the the end swearing in ceremony. Now, Ralph Gonsalves was officially the Prime Minister, there was a piece of business the new Prime Minister had to get done immediately. 

As soon as the swearing in ceremony was completed, he did not say thanks, to anyone, he did not hug his wife, he did not kiss his children, he did not shake the Judge hand and thank him for facilitating the ceremony, he did not thank the Governor General for facilitating the process. However, the new Prime Minister's first piece of business, that could not waited and had to be done immediately, took place. 

Prime Minister Ralph Gonsalves, removed his hands from the bible, made an about turn, and walked over to the most important man in that room. No he did not walk over to the Governor General, nor did he walk over to the Judge, but he walked over to Allan H. F. Palmer. And in a sorry attempt Ralph Gonsalves tried to intimidate me: Allan Palmer the man who knows no fear. The most important and first order of business of the New Prime Minister of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, was a weak attempt at intimidation me. 

We all know what is said about managers, and the first task they must take on. They must always tackle a task they know for a face they are capable of doing and doing well. For failure at your first task, may be responsible for ones total failure in the capacity. 

Ralph E. Gonsalves said some seemingly intimidating words to me, and in true Bottom Town fashion, and in a manner only the late, great: Hamilton Palmer could have done, I defiant give it to him in his ass, Gonsalves was shocked at my strength, and my reply. 

I wanted Ralph to know that Allan Herman F. Palmer is not afraid of him even in his capacity as Prime Minister. I established and maintained eye contact with the New Prime Minister and I listen to what he said, and while maintaining eye contact I give him my opinion of what I thought of him. Never for one minute relinquishing eye contact with the Prime Minister. Ralph became uncomfortable with the situation he put himself in; and when he tried to look away I move my head, in order to ensure the eye contact was maintain. 

When Ralph realized that I was not afraid of him and I did not even respect him, (for the Prime Minister had not make any progress on my scale of respect), not even in his new and esteem capacity of Prime Minister, the head of Government of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, with a sheepish smile on his face, turned away and he walk back to where he was, then he did what he should have done first: celebrate his political victory with, family, friends, party members and supporters. 

This incident was Ralph Gonsalves first act as Prime Minister and his first, monumental failure. This may have very well be, the reason Prime Minister Ralph E. Gonsalves, the Prime Minister of St. Vincent and the Grenadines has been a failure in his capacity as Prime Minister. This may be so, because his first assignment, which was an assignment of his choosing was much too big for him to handle

True Story - Allan Escaped the Pedophile

I have been hearing the conversations, but I was too young, and too inexperienced to understand what the adults were speaking of. Most of the subjects (people) of these conversations I was exposed to; were people I knew. I do not think a child, of so tender an age, is supposed to have such great memory and therefore remember, in such vivid details, remember the conversations he was exposed too, conversations he was too young to understand; but I do. 

I have often heard the adults in the room said, in making a judgment call base on my tender age: a being only a juvenile, he will not understand was always said in relations to me and they were right, I did not understand the context, or the essential of the conversations, but I did not forget the words that were spoken either. I remembered every detail of those conversations even today. 

I remember church members that came to ask my mother, to request that my father use his influence, to inhibit a particular course of actions against them, or a close family member. I remember political conversation and neighborhood gossip that went on in my father's shop; the random salacious gossip I was exposed to generally. 

However, I have been hearing this particular conversation, which I would later translate into rape of little boys, in the neighborhood; I knew some of the predators and others I did not know. However, what I did not know was what happened, what they were speaking about. I did not know what the words meant and therefore I could not make heads or tail of anything that was said; but I did not forgot. 

Growing up, one of the festivals we as a family participated in was: Nine Mornings. In the day my father operated his shop, but he worked somewhere up town at night, where and what he did, I did not know, I was too young to understand, to young too know and I was too young too care. However, Nine Mornings was an opportunity for my mother to wake up all of her children, to go to church to celebrate Nine Mornings, but before we went to church, we will visit daddy on the Job.

Whilst in church, Mother always sat at the window, in the back, on the northern side of the church, on the other side of the street was the Bermuda Biscuits Company. My father will pass by, to let her know he had finished working and he was on his way home. He will respectfully knock on the window, you will hear the disturbing whispers from my siblings mother its daddy, then he will make some sign and whisper his plans to her, she will give him some signs and whisper to him in return. 

Sometimes the older children will see our father through the windows walking north on Sharp Street on the eastern side of the church, they will then declare mother look daddy walking over there; pointing to the window on the Sharp Street side of the church. Mother always instructed us to pretend as if you did not see him and we all obeyed her.

For some strange reason, daddy knocking on the window and that conversation of whispers and impromptu sign language, meant something special to my mother. Mother also made a super hero of my father to all of her children; we delighted in him and his presence. I could remember whenever our father comes upstairs after closing the shop; it was Andrea and my opportunity to vie for the attention of our father. The older kids had all grown up and had handed down the tradition of doing trivial but comforting things for our father. 

We rushed over to our father after he had settled in to his position of comfort, in his favorite chair, after which, Andrea and I will tackle him, daddy do you want your foot rub? Do you want your hair comb? daddy there is a gray hair, will you like for me to pluck it out? And later pluck them out for you. After daddy's consent my sister and I went to work on our father. I enjoy doing these little things for my father. 

At this stage of my life still I had to be carried, and I was carried mostly by my mother, or my sister Charmaine or one of my other sisters though very young will often volunteered to carry me on their backs for a short while. However, Albert my eldest brother often lift me over his head and carry me while I sit on his shoulders, with my legs straggling his neck. 

On our way from Nine Morning church we will take in all of the actions of the Nine Morning festivals as well as checking out the Christmas display in the stores. There were three sure stop, the first was at the Juc-y Factory which was located on Granby Street. The Next stop was the Market to see what the vendor had to offer at a reasonable price, then we will stop by Mr. Robertson Bakery mostly to say hello to Mr. and Mrs Roberson. 

I looked forward to nine mornings, and I went to nine mornings every year of my life with my mother, until I was six years old. The Nine Mornings celebration of 1972, my mother was ill. By this time my sister Charmaine the adventurous one of the family, volunteer to take me nine mornings, when it was convenient to her of course. This was after making arrangement with her friends to meet. Mother will never send Charmaine to nine mornings on her own because she was a no-nonsense teenager, she was quick to fight and mother knew she will not fight, if I was present because I may get hurt. Let’s just say it happened before. 

I remembered very well one of the mornings, I asked Charmaine if we were going to nine mornings the following day and she said no. It was rear you hear her say no to something like that, however, she had no interest in going to Nine Mornings that morning. On hindsight I think she had just found out that Mother was terminally ill and was dying as a result lost all desire to do the things she loved to do. 

However, I got up early about 3:00 Am, I looked in the drawer and I put on some clothes, I remembered how Charmaine will open and lock the kitchen door, from inside and outside and I climb up and I open the door. And I was off to Nine Mornings. I got out of the house undetected, at lease so I thought. However, I was off to participate in nine mornings. 

I fearlessly walked around Back Street, unaware of the dangers that was lurking on the street. After all, we had done this many times before, and nothing bad ever happened; so what can go wrong? However, I never realized that the street was so lonely before around Nine Morning time. That was because when we were going to Nine Mornings, it was the whole family, my seven siblings and my mother. But this before dawn morning, it was Me and God alone and I mean that literally. it was a little scary but I had already invested and just a few blocks away their will be people.

When I reach to the bridge on Back Street next to the Sanitation Department, the North River Bridge I met a man, sitting on the Bridge, he had a new shiny 100 CCs Suzuki Motorcycle; I immediately knew where that motorcycle was purchased, I have seen those Motorcycles in Boise Bonadie; the toy store. 

The man whose name I later found out to be Mr. Millington; was the brother of Ms. Coral in the alley at Bottom Town. Mr. Millington was a supervisor at the Sanitation department and his name was often associated with the rapes of little boys in the neighborhood; rapes that went on reported because the parent of the victims did not want anyone to know what had happened. Although they did not want anyone to know about the pedophilia abuse of their sons, the new were always made public. This was one of the name I heard in the adult discussion but I did not know who Mr. Millington was, and still did not understood what the adults interest in him was. 

Mr. Millington became all excited when he saw me; it was the perfect situation, 3:00 O’clock in the morning, a little boy on the street unattended, there were no one around. This was a pedophile’s dream come true. The man said in a soft trusting voice, little boy come here, I walked over to the man confidently, but respectfully keeping my distance. I remember seeing my father having a conversation with the man one time. once the man came to my father shop to have a drink, my father had some serious words with him then he told him his business is not welcome here; the man hurriedly left my father's shop without a drink and he never return. 

The man continued in a soft trusting voice, he said little boy, do you like my bike, I said yes, after all it looked like a new bike just out of the store. Then he said who is your father, I said my father's name is Mr. Palmer, then he asked where does he live, I said we are living on Queen Street, in a blue house, my father has a shop downstairs. I answered, then he said little boy would you like a ride on my motor Bike, I said yes. The man said I am going to ride cross, the Street I am going to slow down and when I slow down, point out the house to me. 

I got onto the back of the bike, and he did as he said. He drove down to the cemetery made a U-Turn in the wide spot in front of the cemetery, and drove back to where he picked me up, he stopped the bike and he shushed me away with both hands in the same manner you chase away flies, or the same way a person will chase an unwelcome visitor out of their home. While he was shewing me away he uttered the words go on little boy go on! He wanted to get the rid of me and he wanted to get the rid of me as fast as possible. 

On my return home three hours later, my mother heard the tackling of the door; she came to meet me at the door, and did the honors. She let me know that she knew when and that I left the house. She further told me she did not stop me, because she will not always be there to watch over and protect me. My mother was very ill and had only recently discovered her illness was terminal: she had cancer and was in a tremendous amount of pain, she knew her time on this side of the earth was almost but done. 

However instead of stopping me from going on an adventure, that she could not control when she have depart this life; she did the thing she knew best. She continue: "As soon as, you left the house; I went down on her knees and prayed that God will send a mighty angels to keep me safe, while I were out there on your own; and I never got off of my knees or stop praying until, I hear the door being open." On hindsight, It must have been a tremendously difficult thing, for Mother to remain on her knees, for three long hours, fighting off the pain, in order to remain coherent enough; to plea her case, on my behalf to and with the Most High God.

I did not see what was the fuss, I did what we always do, I had fun and I was never in danger. I was two young to understand the serious danger I was in and I was not even aware of it. I was safe because, of my mother intervention. What is more powerful than a sorrowful parent on their knees interceding with God for a child? Thanks to my mother's prayer; the Most High put the fear of my father in that man, to the extent that the though of my father's wrath extinguished his sexual desire and he could not wait to get the rid of me.

A week or so later, I was in the Alley playing a game of marbles in Ms. Carol yard, with Colin Ms. Carol son, and other neighborhood kids. When Mr. Millington road into the yard with his bike. I was happy to see my friend, I did not know his name, So I greeted him Hay my friend.

My Greeting to Mr. Millington the pedophile cause carol to flip out. I heard her saying, to her brother, with a level of seriousness I have never heard from her before: I hope you did not interfere with Mr. Palmer's child you know! No no I did not trouble that child; the pedophile said. The fear instilled by the mighty angel that look over me, still troubled him.