Poet and author,Halfmoon Bay, B.C.
I was a schoolgirl standing in the National Stadium when the Union Jack went down and the Jamaican flag went up and everybody’s heart swelled with pride. There was this sense of hope and possibility about the future, although people weren’t exactly sure what they were hopeful for.
I remember the music. Ska was all the rage and many of those songs have become part of the soundtrack of my own life. Derek Morgan’s Forward March became an independence anthem; Desmond Dekker and The Aces had a big hit with Honour your Mother and Your Father; and Jimmy Cliff burst on to the scene with Hurricane Hattie.
I also remember going to see a performance of the National Dance Theatre Company which was founded in 1962 at the time of independence. Rex Nettleford, Eddy Thomas and Neville Black were the artistic minds behind it, and they were each in their own way brilliant choreographers and dancers. Yvonne DaCosta was the female lead dancer, and she was stunning.
I also remember that I became very interested in reading stories and poems written by Jamaicans. Vic Reid became a great favourite of mine for his skilful use of Jamaican vernacular and his New Day is still a book I credit with helping me to shape my own voice as a writer. My memories of independence mainly had to do with what was happening in the arts, and a lot of what was being shaped then was informed by the sense that we were coming into our own as a people, and that we should have our own everything, including our own flag.
Of course, there were some people who saw independence as the beginning of the end for Jamaica. I remember the discussion surrounding the design of the Jamaican flag. This is probably an apocryphal story, but one politician is rumoured to have said he didn’t care what the Jamaican flag looked like as long as it had some red, white and blue in it. There was also a report that the Queen was giving Up Park Camp – where the British Regiment was billeted – as a generous gesture to the Jamaican people. But I kept thinking, what choice does she have? She cannot roll up the camp in her purse and take it home. And, anyway, how could she give us something that was already ours?
President of the Jamaican Association of Montreal
I left Jamaica in 1958. I had become very disenchanted with Caribbean politics. I was also disappointed at the failure of the dream of a West Indies Federation. I felt we had missed an opportunity.
I was in England for the island’s independence in 1962. I felt very proud. Jamaican politicians had put aside their differences. Norman Manley and Alexander Bustamante had worked together to bring a delegation to England to make the case for independence – and they got it!
I was a welder by trade. With independence, I thought of going home to teach. But I felt I needed more foreign experience. Still, like a lot of Jamaicans, I was very excited about what was happening. We really felt like we had succeeded in doing something. On Independence Day we went to different parties in Brixton. We ate and drank. The High Commissioner in London invited us to his home. We raised a glass and wished Jamaica “bon voyage” because we knew the journey was going to be tough. But we knew that with great politicians like Norman Manley, Alexander Bustamante and the Hill Brothers, our country was in great hands.
The idea was for Jamaicans to be responsible for themselves. As I reflect on turning 50, I see that we have accomplished a lot. Yes, we`ve had some disappointments, but life is a lot better for Jamaicans now than before independence.
After I moved to Montreal in the 1970s, I wanted to continue to celebrate Jamaica`s independence. I created the first Jamaica Day in 1980. We went to Kent Park and gave out free ackee and saltfish and rum. The city has celebrated Jamaican Day ever since. This year 15,000 people came out to Jean Drapeau Park. Everybody was there, not just Jamaicans. It was a multicultural affair.
Owner, Azan`s Hair Salon, Toronto
The Jamaican coat of arms is based on the one granted to the island in the late 17th century. Underneath reads our motto “Out of many, one people.” Looking at that coat of arms I realize that right from the start Jamaica was a very special people. When you stop to think of it: Not one of the crops was indigenous to the island; not sugar cane, nor coconut, nor rice, nor ginger, nor bananas, nor mangoes, nor breadfruit. The crops were not indigenous – and neither were most of the people. And yet, today, Jamaica is one of the most influential places on the face of the Earth: its people, its culture, its music. We are an extremely talented people.