The other night, I was approached by a younger man at Alfred's Ocean Palace, the hang out spot for locals and tourists alike; once visited by the Travel Channel's Bridget Marquardt, better known for being Hugh Hefner's girlfriend. It is a well-known bar, offering live reggae music throughout the week and strong rum punch. Because it is a tourist haven, it attracts the strangest kind who have traveled here
desperately seeking to find a break from broken normalcy and pick up a naive foreigner in the process. So it was no surprise to me that I would be approached that night by at least one Jamaican man. However, this guy seemed normal and decently dressed; a musician like so many others, who was here to spread the wealth of his music. I entertained him with mild conversation and quickly left before he got caught up in an illusion of love and lust. Since then, I've seen him a few times at the local bars and strategically left before he had a moment to convince me otherwise. All in all, he has been surprisingly accepting of my denial to be with him. But last night was different and in all reality, as to be expected. He decided to preach his love for me and for Zion; stating that the powerful God had shown and told him things, that it was destined to be. Well how amazing- I had no idea that a stranger could possibly be talking to God about my own future and what was in store for me, completely without my own knowledge and awareness. He tells me that I "just don't know what" I want or what I'm "searching for." After all, I have not yet met a Jamaican like him (as if they are all so different). And while this may be true and I'm in no place to judge a person, I'm certainly entitled to judge my own heart and intention, knowing from the instant I meet a person whether I would like them to be in my life.
The verbal pressuring doesn't just stop there. Its the constant degration that goes along with it. To say to a grown woman that she doesn't know what she wants and who she is, is the worst form of manipulation and control. It is degrading to tell a person all that they have thought in this world is wrong and must therefore, be dismissed. That the woman is not allowed to have her own thoughts in decisions, but she must instead trust a man, a stranger to tell her how to be. And I started wondering what it is like for the local women here who are predisposed to this behavior at a young age. The aggressiveness towards women astounds me. I'm not talking physically abusive here, but the aggressive kissing, the tight squeezing, the pulling on her body that a Jamaican man does to a woman who is showing anything but a sign of interest.
It is a wonderful thing, the way that Jamaican entrepreneurs strive very hard for what they want, not taking no for an answer. It is business savvy and respectable to see such determination and I can honestly say, I've never come across so many people in such a small area who own a business. Pretty impressive. However, we need to send these particular Jamaican men a message; local woman and outsiders alike. Business and personal relationships contrast in the degree of aggressiveness that should be used; and in fact, the latter deserves to be gently handled. The respect for a woman is a powerful thing. She must be appreciated for all that she gives the world. Birth, sensuality, intelligence and strength- the woman is a creature to be reckoned with. Because it is the woman who must practice quiet wisdom with forceful strength, all the while doing so with grace and poise. It is the woman who must not only be a savvy entrepreneur, but also the comforting mother, the disciplinarian, the chef, the therapist, the sex appeal and the mystery. Jamaican women are passionate and are very giving in their love. This must be honored. She must be seen as the goddess that she is. Hopefully one day the young girls will feel their worth in seeing their mothers cherished for the powerful source they are. Hopefully the girls will look to their mothers in the same light and not accept anything less for themselves.
Photo by Garfield Hall