Culture Matters

Dara Healy

Early J'Ouvert morning

The mantle still have to take up

The powder still have to fly

And the paint still will have to spray up

The sweat still will have to sweat

But there won't be a crowd to break up

Even if is me alone

Carnival never stop ­- Bunji Garlin, All House is Road

SO IT SEEMS we have to go right back to the yard. Where it all started, to the theatre of the road, to the barrack-yard.

Amidst the stillness of the music trucks, perhaps we will once again grasp the opportunity to hear the mas, listen to it, feel it, perform it. Remember when the river ran red, when white fabric in the Carnival band was stained with the trauma of a nation?

Did you see when a lone masquerader poured red paint on her nightie, mimicking the blood of the so-called vulgar pis-en-lit portrayal? This was her way of playing mas to say, "Stop beating our women."

During Kambule, did you laugh at Baby Doll when she pleaded for money to mind her child? Or did you laugh, slightly ashamed because the performance reminded you of the many who struggle to put food in their children's bellies?

Like the characters in Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, cultural practitioners waited for the announcement of what kind of festival we would have. Typical of a "theatre of the absurd" play, the talks went round and round, resolving little, leaving many disturbed.

Some artistes lamented they were not sure who was speaking to whom, on behalf of whom and to achieve what. Others said they were forced to sell personal possessions to survive.

In 2022, no parade, no fetes, only concerts and theatre of the mas. So we will go back to the yard, to the rawness of the earth and, maybe, to the potential for building our communities through Carnival.

But there is a difference between Carnival and mas.

I learned this from the elders who understood it centuries before I could. Tony Hall explained that some of us play mas, something that is intrinsic to our soul; others play Carnival. Peter Minshall showed us the mas, how it celebrates not just the body, but our humanity. Lloyd Best envisaged panyards not only as centres for music, but as places which could nurture and inspire entrepreneurship.

'…suppose one day yuh had a son. Wouldn't it be nice? If yuh was ah inspector, instead of just an ole trolley-bus driver? If I ever had a son Rosa, I would never want him to feel shame fuh his ole man…' Errol Hill's Moon on a Rainbow Shawl was one of the first plays to depict the complexities of barrack-yard life.

For Ephraim, there was the added tension of wanting to assert his manhood and offer Rosa a better quality of life. But the yard was also the centre of creativity; in a deep sense, it was home.

In the immediate post-war period and prior to independence, Cari