Yes, this is Washie. Whats up? If I hear bout the money sharing?

Girl yes, I hear Mudada get the most. No? Oh is Assim. How much he get? Sixty tou? Not bad, he could pay down something on one ah he big house wid dat.

O.K., well he could buy another piece ah land. How much land you think he could get for sixty thousen?

He could get a deal? Like the white people them? Me arm, girl I wish I could get some money like that. Cool money.

How much Mudada get? The second most? No? Is Earle Clarke got that, how much? 40 tou? Girl, Earl Clarke got it good for Christmas I wonder if I could beg him something outta that?

So my fren Mudada only get 20 tou? A wonder why dey get different?

Oh, is who feel the most pain and suffering? So what dey say bout them, Assim feel it the most, and Earl feel it the second most. So, Mudada ain got as much feeling as them so he get the small amount.

Girl, I got a lot of feeling you know; when anybody say anything ‘bout me to hurt me, I does cry, you know, long water out me eye.

I wish somebody could say something real bad bout me, leh me feel pain and cry. Ah want plenty pain so ah could cry hard, bawl! I want the whole 200 thou, for all me pain and suffering.

Ah making joke? Leh anybody say any chupidness bout me den, see if I don’t put on me lawyer and me judge ‘pon dem. Right now I brokes you know. Ah could do with a couple tousan.

If ah want money I must wuk for it?

Girl, what kinda wuk you think I cud do to get 200 tou? Work too hard! Pain and suffering easier! Just leh somebody drop some wud ‘pon me, leh me bawl long water. Hold me head and bawl make the judge and them sorry for me gie me plenty money.

What you say? Putting? Can’t hear you good. Oh, putting money way you mouth be?

Ah tell you when writing ‘bout people you got to be careful what you say. You remember the thing we used to learn in school when they used to teach us moral instruction?

We used to get licks to remember dem tings.

Good name in man or woman, gear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

Who steals my purse steals trash, ‘tis something, nothing;

‘Twas mine, ‘tis his, and has been slave to thousands;

But he that filches from me my good name

Robs me of that which does not make him rich

But makes me poor indeed.

Oh ok the line is: Robs me of that which not enriches him.

And makes me poor indeed.

You remember yuh Shakespeare better than me.

Good words, you know. You can’t just get up and say anything you mind tell you to say about people. People have a reputation which is more precious to them than money. You can’t go and spoil people reputation as you like. Putting people to watch them bad, and to whisper bad thing about them behind they back. Dat’s spoiling character. You can’t do dat!

I better be careful because I does write too?

Well, I writing since 1973 and nobody ever sue me for libel. I talk on political platform, for PAM, for Labour and for the Workers and Peasants and nobody ever sue me for slander.

I get embarrass a couple of times but what I said was not slanderous.

You remember the time when I quoted Mary Charles as saying that she was fed up with PAM? That was something somebody tell me and I believe him. I did not realize he was throwing a sprat to ketch a whale. He really catch me wid dat one.

Girl, you remember how Miss Charles went on in the Democrat? She demanded to know when she ever had a conversation with me. She call me liar, she call me tief. That was a rough experience.

When I use to write for the Democrat, somebody come right up in my office to give me some news. Sometimes that’s how a newspaper get news, somebody bring it for them.

This news was about Barclays Bank policy not to make a local person manager of the local branch. I believe the person and wrote about this policy.

Girl, Barclays went on bad. You ain’ remember? They couldn’t sue me for they knew their case could not stand the scrutiny of a court of law. But they denied the statement and gave ZIZ a press release.

Yes, a whole week, day after day three or four times a day. ZIZ broadcast Barclays denial.

I felt like a worm. My friends wouldn’t listen to my version of the story. One of them – Belle – called me a deliberate liar.

But I wasn’t lying. It was just that I jumped the gun and exposed myself. What was the worst, they try all kinds of tricks to get me to reveal who gave me the story and I refused.

They had two senior staff name like me. They grilled them and threatened them but neither of them knew how I came by the information.

The closest I came to getting into trouble was when I wrote a series about the bad treatment at the prison. I used to get reports of beatings, harassments and punishments such as putting prisoners to sleep in Eleven.

When Rasta prisoners went in on remand they would have their locks cut off and then face all kinds of other humiliations.

Somebody in authority decided I should be arrested and charged with Public Mischief. My friend Ended heard the whisper and went all over the town looking for me to warn me. We spent the rest of the night looking for a lawyer and planning a strategy for a quick bail.

I didn’t sleep that night. I spent it getting together with ‘T’ Dolphin and somebody else, to be at the Police station early in the morning. One of my team was ready with the news for the overseas press.

We sauntered in the area of the Police Station for a while and then when nothing happened, we went about our business.

Some months later, a Rasta man introduced himself to me. He had heard about me while he was in prison on remand.

One of the prison officers had told him I was coming in and instructed him to stand in line beside me and pick a fight. This would give the officer a chance to offer me some appropriate correction, blows of course.

The plan petered out however because one of my friends in the Cabinet had heard about it from Enclid and pre-empted it.

After the 1984 elections, Roy Jones sued me for alleging that he had bribed a Tabernacle Village to vote for him. The alleged victims’ name was Ebie Hurricane whom Roy Jones insisted he did not know.

Mr. Justice Singh heard the case and after Roy had given evidence, advised that the case be discontinued.

I think the learned judge sensed that if my side of the evidence were to come out in court, Roy would have no case.

The judge was amazed when in his chambers; Roy’s Lawyer admitted that he had Ebie’s Social Security Card. The same Edie whom his client seined knowing.

I am still writing, trying to be careful what I say about the people I write about.