Nothing Was Made In Trinidad.

I Often Wonder What Would Have Happened To Me If I Hadn't Made That Decision. I Suppose I Would Have Sunk. I Suppose I Would Have Found Some Kind Of Hole And Tried To Hide Or Pass. After All, We Make Ourselves According To The Ideas We Have Of Our Possibilities. I Would Have Hidden In My Hole And Been Crippled By My Sentimentality, Doing What I Was Doing, And Doing It Well, But Always Looking For The Wailing Wall. And I Would Never Have Seen The World As The Rich Place That It Is. You Wouldn't Have Seen Me Here In Africa, Doing What I Do.

In Trinidad, Where As New Arrivals We Were A Disadvantaged Community, That Excluding Idea Was A Kind Of Protection; It Enabled Us - For The Time Being, And Only For The Time Being - To Live In Our Own Way And According To Our Own Rules, To Live In Our Own Fading India.

One Must Always Try To See The Truth Of A Situation - It Makes Things Universal.

I Have Always Moved By Intuition Alone. I Have No System, Literary Or Political. I Have No Guiding Political Idea.

This Is Unusual For Me. I Have Given Readings And Not Lectures. I Have Told People Who Ask For Lectures That I Have No Lecture To Give. And That Is True.