Mark Wignall | Wrong possibilities for Mr Wright
Like most instances of madness in this world of digital distress, many of us saw the blurred video of something appearing to be a man and a woman doing something. Maybe to each other. But it wasn’t quite clear.
After that, the floodgates on all the media were fully and freely opened. A name was called. Mr George Wright, MP for Central Westmoreland, and more importantly, an MP attached to the JLP was said to be part of the excessively small cast of characters in that video where it is alleged that violence against a woman was perpetrated.
I looked at the video, and nothing that I saw impelled me to form an early conclusion as to what took place. But because we are students of logic, let us explore the possibilities that may be floating throughout our brain.
One – The video very definitely did not include Wright and any woman with whom he had any form of association.
Two – The video did in fact include Wright, but it was all misunderstood. He was there with a female, but they were dancing. It began as a slow waltz, but then the music changed tempo, and Wright and his partner had to respond as the music grew more spirited. It was more about what one dance could do.
Three – Wright was not even in the island on the dates the video was captured. He will be suing everyone in the front room, most in the long room and all who occupy, temporarily, the washroom.
But here is my problem with Wright. You, sir, have gone silent in the face of these allegations. Was that the personality you displayed while you were running for the JLP in the September 2020 elections? I bet your mouth was widely opened then and you were hungry to chat and chat.
The other situation facing me is this, Mr Wright. It is Thursday afternoon April 15 as I write. You and the JLP are about to meet today. The prime minister has directed the office of the general secretary of the JLP to meet with you. Now, Mr Wright, how likely is it that the honourable prime minister would issue such a directive if all that is swirling about you is rumour?
I do not know Mr Wright, and I suspect that if I had met him, he would prove himself to be a man of class, taste, and good breeding in the way that some powerful Jamaican men believe they must display to those they believe can promote the virtuous sides of them which hardly ever exist.
POWERFUL MEN AND THEIR LADY FRIENDS
About 18 years ago, Chupski and I had a war of words. I got mad, stormed out of the house, left the car keys for her, and walked up the road towards the Border Avenue-Mannings Hill intersection, where I took a taxi.
My intention was quite impure. The week before, I had met a most intriguing woman. On the way, I called her. She said, “Yes, yes, come.” I paid the taxi driver, walked through the gate and to the rear of the premises, where she had a small apartment.
I was in her bedroom, seated on a chair beside her well-made-up bed. Small talk. Then about the progress of her studies at UWI. The windows by her bed and the back door created a comfortable draft to cool the usually hot Harbour View housing.
And then, my world upended. It was Chupski’s face at the window. Unknown to me, she had used the car to trail me all the way.
“Hi, honey,” I said because that’s all I could think of. As we met at the back door, she was livid with rage. The first blow was a straight right in one of my eyes. The young woman decided to involve herself. She turned to Chupski, who has the looks of an innocent deer, and said to her, “Yu can’t just put you hand in the face of a top journalist like that.”
Chupski turned to her and said with well-connected Jamaican words of wrath, “Shut up b… or your time will come.” The young woman went totally silent.
I say all of that because men who are in positions of power or influence are many times moved to believe that they ought to be culturally and economically removed from women daring to challenge their power.
It took me more than quite a few years to not just learn how to respect my woman, but how to live the respect and make her aware that she had grown to be my empress.
A man as powerful as a political representative may be in his community a pillar of goodness or he could be showing a face to the community that is totally nothing like he really is. If he is filled with goodness, he may match the profile. Two or three children, one woman upfront. Another woman hidden from the family. Or no outside woman. Or, as sadly happens too often, a village ram, preying on girls as young as 12 and eventually spreading his bad seed, having 20 and 25 children. And we are impelled to emulate that sick, stinking bunch.
THE PM IS DEAD RIGHT
She greeted me last week with the ‘shocking news.’ “Mark, yu hear whey di prime minister sey!”
“What, what did he say?” I asked. She upbraided me for being in the media and not hearing the shocking news. She reached for her phone and played an audio of PM Holness talking about people in corner shops not abiding by the COVID protocols.
I turned to her. “Are you kidding me. He is right! And you know it too. I have observed it, and it is out in the open.”
Had I the time I would switch roles to be a fly on the wall of that Thursday meeting. The PM is on a roll. COVID-19? Problems yes, but dealing with Mr Wright? How many wrongs ahead?