Trinidad is
a beautiful island. I was walking through town and was accosted by an Indian
Rastafarian. He told me about white supremacy. Motioning to a guard of a nearby
restaurant, he then waved him away as “white supremacy” He took me to his table
with trinkets and read from the soiled bible which he had busily underlined. He
talked so fast and hurried in the bustle of the city that we heard little. He
told me not to eat ketchup and mayonaise as they contained vinegar. And then he
read an underlined passage from the bible, I forget which, where it says we
should not drink wine or vinegar. He was glad to have my attention, but he
wanted more than I could give at that moment, more than half an hour, and I
left. He thrust a little photocopied pamphlet into my hand about slavery.