manhood borrowed/stolen ~ the art of patriarchy

you know,

 

 

This is a copy of the marriage certificate of Sat Maharaj, who admitted over the weekend that he married a child bride.

As it shows, his wife, Shantie Maharaj was 14 years old when she married 22 year old Satnarine on June 28th, 1953.

Maharaj, the leader of the Santa Dharma Maha Sabha (SDMS) has been embroiled in controversy over his adamant stand that legislation, which allows Hindu girls to get married from as early as 14 years old is a safety net for young teens who get pregnant.

The Trinidad and Tobago Association of Psychologists has now joined the call for the law to amended to abolish child marriage.

"While some have argued that child marriages in Trinidad and Tobago are not a frequent occurrence, this is an insufficient argument to justify its continued presence in our law books," the Association said.

 

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i repost this for one reason.

 

where i got it from, their concern and focus is on "child marriages"

 

but me? i see it and think i am watching the means and vehicles by which males, little boys, immature creatures, garner, attain, snatch and rob a manhood that is never theirs, never earned, never worked for, just merely by dint of subjugation of others, lessers, youngers, 

 

they are vampires. they get their penis and cred by sucking the life of the young and innocent. 

and under those conditions, it neither has to be working, big, or useful.

 

that is what i saw/see. and marriage to young girl children is just one mode of the same mission for males. there are many others. that is patriarchy, the semblance and robbery of an attainment that is neither real, your own, only borrowed and stood on by those whose backs you bend and break.

write that down somewhere

Contract Accolades and Great Review

Maven Huggins

June 3 at 3:26pm ·

 

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Brand Agent Agency

"I remember you spraying your sheets. That bedding was so well kept by you.

It's like you knew what mattered and what not to worry much about. You specialize in "...."

I just made up that word."

I DO!! "---" gosh that is such a great title.

i know you did. you need to be my agent. i keep telling you that. you need to drop everything you are doing and make me your life and brand. I am almost sure. between the art, the food, the "....", the love like yourself living, interior decorating and world products, as well as my business Ideas, I could make us millionaires, if not billionaires. and I did not even include my writing and such word based products. ..like long time I wanted to write my poetry in nice big font, and print it on wallpaper . and sell it as decor.

you get me and your ping of getting me is how to sell me to the world":

"Now don't go spreading it, Melise. You may be able to build a brand around that and your intuitive capacities.

lol. i was just about to post.

hell the stuff is too good not to post

"No. As your agent, I'm putting the brakes on you, lady. I need these ideas to stay "silent". ...consider yourself in the cocoon at this point; beautiful butterflies of wealth to come."




" Oh...in our world, I am "handling" you...as an agent would. But more...

Alchemists are Beauty Undefiled

so hard is it to find a steak lunch mate?

loachos and trifling bunches/ one of the persons i met, i first met them over a decade ago by offering them lunch. ask him to take me today first thing out his mouth is ;am i paying' niggers who are douglas and indians have no shame either.

all this talk of women having friendzone males who are transport...i dont know that at all. Never had it. Dont think in that framework. Perhaps it is because from age 16 I always had my own vehicle

But i am not complaining, i just find it so amusing how one can have a life and reality so far removed from the popular myth and story line.

just last night my godsister was telling me how much my life constantly variates from the norm, something always spectacular, surprising and appealing.

i just dont understand where people and males get this loacho thing from. I cant imagine them being like that with their male friends, or maybe they are. it matters not

the other thing that occurred to me last night , this morning are my variety of haters. the high kind, the kind who think they smart, crafty and with gifts and talents. bullshit. they are just busy dead japs, already sprayed dead, still buzzing an insistence of futility.

haters who enlist zombie worthless agents to spread rumours and lies. but here is the clincher. they think they are hurting me and i am and was oblivious . i now coming to the story, figuring out the pieces a good nine months after the fact. They trying to hurt me, remove from me a great gift, something they wished they ever had or known in life, something that made them green in envy under all that white, made them sick and plumb more into darkness, a darkness that their vehicle now bears the appearance of weight and battering. see cause her soul is in everything else except her body. many things that she steals and attempts to coerce. but what i am getting to is that these two imps trying to do me in and only hurting innocent people,another lady who had no idea how much of a cheater her boy was, living in delusion she was/and is. but i realize the more they do, they do to everything I am, everybody walking with me, and besides all of that, me as an alchemist, so you throw bad for me and guess what? it turns into gold. you speak ill of me, and guess what, my light shines brighter. you try to remove one from me and guess what, a whole calvary comes seeking. there are things i have to talk and share about but i am not sure where is the place and timing but know one thing. there is an experience most women never ever have, and when they see it , it makes them turn ugly and crazy. I have seen it twice in my life. once in college, telling a friend about my life with my boyfriend. she was so surprised she tried to attain it for herself but it dont work so. what you have with someone aint transferable, even if the tool is there. it is the energies combined that brings it to a height of life and skill/ a gift most women know nothing of, far less to imagine, far worse to ever experience.

that is what i had that had turu in a state. enlisting a street rat ornella who looks like a recovering coke addict, bespoiling a young sister;s life at a time when she waited eight years to make a baby for a loser bum, she still unmarried, he very single but she calling him her husband. living lies and then have to contend with a very public betrayal. and all the while, I am still the golden girl. the bomb in the ria, smelling like frankincense rose and looking like the pot of gold giving life to new worlds, possibilities, vista and rainbows.

i never knew i was that much an alchemist

turuornellamarkcarlababy

Paedophilia: Sexual Predatorship, Promiscuity and Child Marriage in Trinidad and Tobago

i swear to you i was trying to keep quiet.

i was trying hard not to say or write a word about this child marriage act everyone is discussing. when i saw this cover, I had no idea what i was going to read, it was the comments in the thread that led me to open the link. sigh. smh.

but this right here. that is the mother speaking. her voice

"She told officers she trusted the man even with her own life and never expected him to prey on her daughters. She said she read stories in the newspapers about children being sexually assaulted, but never thought for a moment, it would hit home as she considered herself to be an extremely cautious parent when it comes to her children."

the most derelict of mfers. the delusion, the myth of self. the lie and lies we tell ourselves is sickening, defying all sense, common, bought or borrowed. you are a cautious parent but sending your young girl children to walk the road by themselves. what part of this world and this trinidad that the sane and real vigilant would never ever do such a thing? Night or Day?

what grown mature wombmyn knows to trust zero man with your girl and boy children, not even their father. it was the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s 1960s that my grandmother i learned had a policy never to leave her girlchildren with their father, her husband, a corporal police, mr very serious everyone respected mister felix baptiste, the patriarch among six of his siblings, he being one of three boys and i am not sure he was the oldest. so you understand the dynamics. my grandmother an uneducated venezuelan grew up in the hinter hills of maracas riding donkey on hillside farms. She knew that back then. what wrong wid allyuh. was allyuh excuse/

and no one would tell her, fuck outta here, cautious and two girls walking the road unattended dont match. that is not equal equation maths. let alone trusting a man who is not even their blood, or any man at all.

so the reason why i was trying not to say a word about this child marriage thing is this story. that "child marriage" discussion is wrong headed, it is sa subset for a deeper, larger problem: Paedophilia, and the preying of young people, girls and boys, more the former, but in trinidad my common sense telling me not to even use that archaic ignorant language and differential any more... marriage just justifies, validates the predatory behavior, but this is not about child marriage. it is the preying on our children for sexual deformity and male dysfunction

That is the discussion.

and i bring it down to bottom line basics.

Protect those who cannot protect themselves. Protect the young,

the uninitiated, the innocent, those still growing.

Stop male domination and entitlement, which would be a full catchment of professionals raping grown women, and other male types raping children.

Sex without consent is violence, which then gets to us fully understanding violence.

When we get to understanding all this is about Violence, Entitlement and Male Domination in all forms. we will start to get somewhere, but no where is there space for this level of conversation.

the other bottom line i want to state that i was trying to avoid, is we as a country are yet to admit the rampant extent of sexual predatorship is normal and cultural. societal and accepted.

i saw someone asking for stats on child marriages. again then i cringed.

forget marriage. do you know how many of us come from a lineage of rape, and no i not talking about from slavery or indentureship.

merely ask us about our grandmothers, if you ever knew? my father's mother was raped at fifteen, .her oldest daughter,the result of that rape, my father's eldest sister, was also raped at fifteen. my father's niece, the eldest daughter of his youngest sister, she the mother, gave her daughter up at young teenage years to some grown man of early twenties cause he told her he was interested. statutory rape.

why do we not consider those women who offer their girl children up

why do we not awaken to how common grown and professional and titan men of this country took country bookie, young girls to wife. one of the biggest female lawyers in town her mother was a fraction of her famous lawyer father.

my point being, we need to break down the artificial barriers and languages that cut and dice child sexual predatorship between the powerful, the poor and the folk in between.

it is real deep cause this is a culture all about sex. more sex happening in the schools between equals than learning. so brother, I have no idea how to stem this thing. But long time now i see that as a form of boredom, lack of training, lack of productivity, guidance, so the poor of mind and spirit make activity of their bodies. that is something i figured out a long time ago. you give young children activity and responsible adult supervision, half of our societal problems will disappear. literally. but can that happen when the pool of beings are so regressive and degenerate., male and female in a maelstrom of  Paedophilia: Sexual Predatorship, Promiscuity and Child Marriage in Trinidad and Tobago

http://www.newsday.co.tt/news/0,227937.html 

Commentary

Teocah Arieal Ainka Dove:

Just now ·

"It becomes ......

for one to wonder.....

If by the comments being made by religious leaders...

If in some way, they are responsible for the prevalence sexual abuse in the least within their religious communities.......

Because if a man, in a particular religion, knows that he can marry a 12 year old, then by all means he may see no issue in having sex with the same 12 years old.... out of wedlock...

I am not saying this is what it is, I am asking if this could be so..... given such....."

"Community and Ethnographic Esoterics"

Benevolence
merlin, May, 2000

 Where the river
Meets the sea
Unseen maelstroms whirl,
And I inhaled the majesty,
That makes receptive soul
Of vessels shaped in innocence
That see with eyes of old,

By the river
Of my play
Rolling foam and hovering mist
Lift themselves in gentle haze
To blue above and tumbling veil,
With joyous children’s dance below,
So earth and star would kiss;

On the water
Where I dream,
Laughing winds they taste of rain,
And lenient morning river crawls
From musky mangrove rich and raw
To rushing sea and widening sky;
That anchor hearts to home

In the river
By the sea
Secrets whispered to the wind
And sealed within vined fruit
Are sailed away on perfumed waves
In ebb tide ripple and hand-made trays
In consecration of this place

Where the river meets the sea.

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me:
"it is so sad there is amazing history in this so very small place. I learn something new here, but also think of the Rada people, which is a vine of my family tree.

We really need an Indigenous and African History of Trinidad and Tobago, but i dont know nary enough to validate creating it

i am aware of their work although i have never held an Elder book in my hand, I have a few Warner=Lewis, but somehow those books as you remind me are still too distant seeming. But as you have reminded, I will try to build a collection to move with in the coming months. that would be rich and good. thanks"








"yeah. i now get clarity on my point. Being mindful that I never read an Elder book, I find Warner Lewis' treatments to be generic, general, regional. Not stories of Moruga, Arima, Tortuga. Belmont, St. Joseph that is what I meant when I said there is an amazing history in this place, at the ground, at the people level that is largely unknown and lost.

I realize that my Venezuelan grandmother and her sisters in st. joseph were some serious power women. who writes about that, enough for their living nieces to recall and tell stuff, but they are modern enough to not know and that is the thing, in my parents generation it is like they were willful fools for the purposes of silence, subjugation, keeping the secrets lest they be known, etc, etc. they never asked who and what of people.

my great aunt also from st. joseph but her parents from up the islands, have come to me in dreams. who were they up in that community?

pa neezer in moruga,

seadly's people in belmont.

That ground personal lineage level and their community.
THAT. that is gone~"

Merlin Hernandez : "Maven, I know what you mean when you speak of the distance in these works. I have not read Maureen Warner's work, though she was my A level Literature teacher...but I found the work if JD Elder, though seminal, to be grounded in a broad narrative devoid of the esoteric that we both desire. In that sense the work does not satisfy the need to rediscover and explore the deeper connections to our past."

me: " ahhhh Merlin. you just gave me something:

Ethnographic and Community Esoterics

BOOM wink emoticon"

Merlin Hernandez: " The convergence of mind...Looking forward to reading it in a couple of years..."

Merlin Hernandez: " Maven, I have been reflecting , perhaps ruminating, on the idea of community esoterics quite a bit since your post...And an image/experience haunts those thoughts. And it has to do with what is called "live ground" i.e. places in the community that are sacred, sometimes naturally so like the mouth of a river where I played as a child where the energies were so powerful that you entered with trepidation but knew you were in the arms of something profoundly divine...And sometimes these spaces were invested with such energies by the communal yearning that reaches into the very earth to infuse it with perfection. The Spiritual Baptist church in my neighbourhood had that energy..you did not enter frivolously because those esoteric forces arose in an arcane place less mundane...Many Shango shrines host those energies that give meaning to your idea of Ethnographic and Community Esoterics for me...Just a thought...I have a poem somewhere about that river...I'll hunt it up"

Thank You Trinidad and Tobago

the overwhelming need to say thank you Trinidad and Tobago
with tears, deep gratitude
thank you for holding and carrying me these thirteen years
fearless, brave and enriching.
it has been a healing
a bitter pill to wholeness.

if it was just me and you i would give you an offering
of what i have no idea
to match your glorious indigenous history
and bespoiled magnificence of nature
i see you before and beyond where i stand.

this day thirteen years ago I landed in Trinidad.
i guess now in hindsight I should not feel bad in the bottles of vodka drank yesterday. Celebrations were happening that were silent.
Celebrations of Friendship. WooSah Sunday, Celebrations of time clocked in and spent. Celebration of the Journey, and Celebrations for the next dispensation.

i feel much blessed and better now. yes, grammar odd withstanding.
those bottles were bugging me. first time. glad it will end soon.
if trinidad not good for one thing , which is the erosion of standards and the ever moving edge of frontier and limits, to bad behavior, I dont know what is.