Although I remember the hurricane itself very well, when I try to think of the aftermath of Hugo, there are just a few, faint memories. I remember frantically looking for someone who had a generator so that I could go over by them and play Nintendo. I was hurting! I have vague memories of sitting at home with my mother and sister and just talking by the light of candles and kerosene lamps. The Radio was “The Voice” that permeated the entire country.
The day after Dean passed, we went out to survey the damage. Dean had quite a party! The Trees were passed out in the road and some of the telephone poles were obviously hungover from the previous night. Dean Danced with the big trees. His motto: If you can’t blow it down, drop a big fat tree on it. It worked.
I was surprised to see that the wind had not destroyed some of the poorer areas that seemed so fragile. People had begun to clear the streets in their communities of branches and other debris. I have heard over the news that some areas were hit very hard. However, most of the people that I’ve spoken to say that Dean was fairly moderate compared to the likes of Ivan and the ugly Brown Mountains of Gilbert.
When I got to my apartment, I was reminded that Dean’s Dawn had just begun. Having been lulled into a false sense of security by the fact that my company’s building and the hotel were on generators, I realized that my apartment was not. Dean’s Dawn was becoming Dean’s Darkness. This is what really sucks about hurricanes. But there’s something else that makes up for it. Something that’s worth the inconvenience.
People talk to each other.
People sit with candles and tell stories of their lives and of experiences they once had. People listen to opinions and points of view and debate just for the fun of it. The Beggars stock portfolio is up 30 points on the Nasdaq. When the infrastructure breaks down, people find time to get to know each other. When there’s no power, every joke is funny. Everyone is a friend (well almost everyone). For days people have had no choice but to talk to each other. The spirit of Jamaica is almost tangible at this time. Jamaica is bonding and the radio DJ’s are providing the background music. I love it. I must commend the radio stations for bringing the news and giving us hours of great music.
Things are returning to normal and while many people still don’t have electricity, the tension of the dark Kingston night has been somewhat alleviated. That said, many areas are still reading by candlelight. I saw one area that had service turned on and sparks flew all along the wires like fireworks. I’ve heard of houses in Beverly Hills burning down due to sparking wires. Every now and again I’ve heard the loud BOOM of a JPS transformer. In some parishes damage to the electrical system is said to be worse than that of Hurricane Ivan. Some people may be without electricity for weeks.
Traffique
Jamaica got back to work quickly though. By Wednesday New Kingston was churning again. And most of that churn was the traffic. Jamaicans have their own special way of driving. I call it Push Theory. Push Theory states that if you jam your car in front of someone, they will stop to avoid hitting you, thus allowing you to pass unencumbered. I must say that I have come a long way in Push Theory but today I watched masters practice their art. WORST TRAFFIC EVER!!! I spent half an hour in one intersection that had no traffic lights. If you want an idea of what that looks like, take a handful of matches and drop them from a height of three feet onto a flat surface. Two and a half hours and two shortcuts later, I was finally home. New experience of the day: I got called a ‘sodomite’ for not stopping to let someone pass.
Security
There were only one or two minor reports of looting, but crime is still a big concern. We are under a state of emergency which gives the police more power to enforce curfews, etc. But Jamaicans have no trust in the police and see it as an opportunity for them to abuse even more power. Elections are one Sept 3rd away so it’ll be a trying time for Jamaica. I have seen the way the people have bonded through Dean’s Destruction and I pray that it will be a stronger force than the division induced by politics.
Jamaica is wounded, but is healing. We’ll be just fine.
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