...Faith Smith This essay argues that the death of a fictional photographer in the 1907 novel Rupert Gray: A Tale in Black and White allays anxieties posed by photographic surveillance and “feminization.” Even if the novel's faith in the British Empire disqualifies it from being radical, its portrayal...

... politics and society. Obika Gray and Maziki Thame contributed review essays, tackling many of the issues explored in the book, including the Caribbean black power movement, the Grenada Revolution and its demise, the contemporary state of Jamaican politics, Caribbean intellectual traditions...

...Obika Gray Small Axe Incorporated 2003 Predation Politics and the Political Impasse in Jamaica Obika Gray RETHINKING THE IDENTITY OF POWER he huge and continuing social crisis in Jamaica has occasioned an outpouring of commentaries, most notably from journalists...

...Obika Gray The Jamaican 1960s represented a critical phase in the island's political history. The era provoked a second round of decolonization politics as the culturally Eurocentric political class that won power in the first round, during the 1930s, encountered stiff opposition to its autocratic...

...Obika Gray It is now commonplace to lament the enervation of social thought and the passing of an important social figure—the critical, classical humanistic intellectual as a major actor in contemporary society. This elegy for polymath political leaders and for the presumed demise of theoretically...

.... 35 • July 2011 • Faith Smith  |  199 In Stephen Cobham’s 1907 novel Rupert Gray: A Tale in Black and White, recently repub- lished in one of those glorious editions being put out by University of the West Indies Press’s Caribbean Heritage Series and Macmillan Classics Caribbean Series...

...Figure 4 William Berryman, “View of Negro village,” c.1808–16; black and gray ink and pencil, 6 × 8.8 in. LC-96522191 ...

... to which blackness defines national identity (Jamaica)? I. As Obika Gray documents in Radicalism and Social Change in Jamaica, 1960–1972, the imme- diate post-independence period witnessed a backlash against black consciousness taking hold within the political and economic landscape of the new...

...? aaxexe Pray no more Guianese would die, not by the fi res, not at each other’s hands. Th e telephone is ringing. Fourteen oh-fi ve hours. - Harbormaster Frederick Marshall here. - - Sir Ralph Grey, governor, here. HMS Wizard commanded by Commander D. J...

..., she has always known what to cook. But more than that she has always known what to burn. My great-great-grandfather taught the locals how to make good-quality cement, how to turn a forest grey with a few scoops swooping over the left shoulder, how to tame the low jungle of stones...

... as well. For instance, the angular man in official grey, his camera, and the camera-headed bird cause me to see and pay closer attention to the passing shot in the video of a grey surveillance airplane in grey skies, just as Protoje sings the word spy . The US military–style drone above Jamaica's skies...

...Portia Subran © Portia Subran 2017 The afternoon sun cast a burning light on Ram's back as the wind licked the heat off his sweaty skin. He gripped the sides of the bison with his ankles as it waded through the shallow brown watering hole. It bowed its great grey head slowly into the murky...

... on behind her mother, onto the brownish grey beast. Her mother seldom sat astride the mule; she normally sat across it, with both her legs at the side. But to accommodate her daughter, she now sat astride the beast, and they made their way down the morne , along the narrow track that led to the next...

... are . . 45 × 48 inches Oil on Linen 2002 Th e Birth of Tragedy (Large composition in grey) Diptych, each panel: 56 × 54 inches Oil on canvas 2002 Untitled (Th e Dragonfl y) 32 × 34 inches Mixed media on paper on canvas 2001 ...

... Graveyard” by Thomas Gray and Oliver Goldsmith’s “The Deserted Village.” I didn’t know that these were his favorite poems; I had never had a conversation with my father about English poetry, not even during the years I was reading English at university. From the United States I...

...) & because we outrun the delirium of streetlights (ok) & because we are gray bugs scuttling from the lifted rock & because & because & & & because high street skeets a thousand niggers...

... we don't even know anymore. Only on a Thursday the jerk pork man come, leaning his bicycle on the fence with the fish-grey iron box of Arnold (that my stepfather don't eat). We, the shadow children, line up in serpentine form for extra lessons, looking on at the stampede of swinging...