I do not think I have ever been more proud of being a Bahamian than these past few weeks. And not proud in a blind, patriotic way. In a humbling way: a potent realization about the character of my neighbors both mighty and low. The absolute and unquestioning outpouring of …
Bahamians are a tough, hardy people. Before tourism we lived exclusively by what we could catch, grow and salvage. Our ancestors survived storm after storm. Droughts, diseases, crop failures, Spanish raids and the age of piracy: we survived it all. We weathered many natural hurricanes. But it seems it is the hurricanes we are creating for ourselves that might do us in. The hurricane of poverty, both financial poverty and intellectual poverty, robs us of our will despite of, and in the face of, the true richness of this nation. The hurricane of failing education leaves our youth incapable of solving tomorrow’s problems. The hurricane of crime belittles us. These hurricanes and many more are converging to form a perfect storm.