Culture Matters
Dara Healy
SO IT SEEMS we have to go right back to the yard. Where it all started, to the theatre of the road, to the barrack-yard.
Amidst the stillness of the music trucks, perhaps we will once again grasp the opportunity to hear the mas, listen to it, feel it, perform it. Remember when the river ran red, when white fabric in the Carnival band was stained with the trauma of a nation?
Did you see when a lone masquerader poured red paint on her nightie, mimicking the blood of the so-called vulgar pis-en-lit portrayal? This was her way of playing mas to say, "Stop beating our women."
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