They say history repeats itself, the first as tragedy, the second as farce.
I must have been around five years old when my mother would call me to where she was standing at the kitchen door and then lift me up so that I can see over the half cut door.
Come, come she would say come and see money in the streets of Grenada coming up. A short man would turn the corner as he walked briskly up the road and she would shout out to him, money in the streets.
The man would pause momentarily and reply. “It is true Uncle Gairy is coming back from overseas and when he comes there will be money in the streets of Grenada and nobody to pick it up”.
My mother would laugh heartily and put me back down on the ground.
So here we are almost half-century later massaging our masters’ degrees, cuddling our doctorates, loving our legal illumination, enjoying our medical edification and relishing our engineering relics and still listening to the sounds of ignorant and disingenuous voices as they proclaim manna will fall from the sky. What a farce.
It seems that the money did fall from the IMF, World Bank and CDB in the sky, several millions of it, only to dissipate as sublimely as it came, as a cutlass in water. It also seems that they so loved us that they gave unto us all this money.
It would appear that the draconian taxes, fees, interests, penalties and fines imposed recently were indeed to pave the streets with money. A word to the wise nonetheless, look out for the rapid accumulation of penalties and fines upon the increased levels of unpaid taxes as the population loses their compliance battle.
In the coming period non-compliance with money legislation will escalate not due to mass protest by the population at the impositions but from inability to pay as the stone squeezes the blood out of you. The halo of imprisonment will loom large and long over the heads of law abiding citizens.
One good thing through, it would appear that the Commissioner of Prisons is a social worker.