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.