A discourse on "the false image of the Other"

Where to start from?
Let's go politics... political violence emerges as people here remember that they are Indians and Africans. Why should anybody see racist messages written on the wall? UNC the name of United National Congress, the name of the party for Indians, called as "Use Nigers Conveniently" and "When God sew Niggers, He polluted Earth".. why?

Today I went to Woodbrook. There I met Halcyon (a cheap 600TT girl that offered herself to me).. I will come back to Woodbrook after I lay my thoughts about the Other, I have my reasons to do so. I was brain-storming the other day about the levels of reproduction of the images we have about the Other. You can move from a level of faceless mass communication of images, as TV and the like, up to the level of one-to-one communication that pre-requires physical presence. The other day Marisho was telling me about the images he has from the media. "White-people everywhere. You watch History Channel to see what were the deeds of whitemen; where is Africa?" He continued on "then George, you came, we talk and I get to know your culture, your ways... and you explain to me everything that you do in your culturally distinct way". Same of course goes for him. I left the TV-level in Holland and I came here to socialize with the Other; the Other and me. I consequently conclude that the more faceless the communication the bigger the reproduction of false images. You have to come up to the level of real communication to comprehend the Other. And then you find yourself one step from conquering the Everest's Top, the full understanding of the Other; and I moved to the whale-level.. falling in love with the Other. There is where you can really get to know and savvy the Other. I am now coming back in Woodbrook. I met a girl called Jannelle. She is quick, smart, socializing Afro-Trini healthy-butt girl. Basically I dont like big-butted girls but she gained me in other ways. It was my first encounter (here in Trinidad) with a real woman. She had that magnet called femininity -unfortunately many women miss femininity- still not the European or American femininity I am acquainted with. Proud, independent, she was a dream when she was talking to me. She had the ability to use properly her facial expressions and body language to communicate to me the most subtle of the meanings and messages. European classical Romanticism from my part was exchanged with the Caribbean traditional Essentialism only to create an explosive cocktail that went down to dancing. Then I thought that the perfect comprehension of the Other is achieved on that level where you find your-defendless-self celebrating the otherness in love. First you easily go through mass communication only to acquire some images, false, mock and stagy. Then you come 'into society' with the Other, meaning that the Other and you form a new micro-society which has its own norms, dynamics and rules. This is the middle-level, the level of synthesis of different views, cosmo-theories and the like. You en-perfect the comprehension when all logical premises and scientific attitudes are hidden in the caves of reason and instinct becomes the leader of your behaviour. In other words; eros (love)! This is the instinctual non-logical path that leads to the creation of the most beautiful painting... the image of the Other.

(I have to report these thoughts to Olga, no?)

Tonight I will hold a lime in my place. Everybody invited, Magic, Boss, Fareeda, Stro, Lewi, Rasta-man-in-the-world, Addy... Tonight's gonna be the goodbye-party for me. Then Sunday will wake up hanged over, Monday are elections, Tuesday laid-back and Wednesday I'm leaving this place. I'm gonna miss that place. I learned so much here. Such a school, not even Panteion and UvA together could be compared with it! I learned how to treat a Caribbean girl here, only that when I learned that I had to leave..

My friends are waiting for me..