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Caribbean Compass Yachting Magazine April 2016

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At the Movies with<br />

Maurice Bishop<br />

by William Pringle<br />

CARIBBEAN MEMORIES DEPARTMENT<br />

20-hours-a-day caucuses and endless strategy sessions, so I decided to go with my<br />

first love — sailing, which brought me to Grenada, where I have lived, worked (I had<br />

a work permit!), and visited since then. I owned Windward Marine Ltd. in Carriacou<br />

from 1999 to 2003, and paid into the social security system for my employees, which<br />

I totally believed in.<br />

In the Grenada of 1972, I needed big-time help to get my somewhat run-down<br />

60-foot cutter, Clover, back into charter condition. Fortunately, the lagoon was teeming<br />

with talented Grenadian sailors, some soon to become internationally famous for<br />

their skills. I hired what were to become lifetime friends: Ian Cecil (Mousey) Byer, my<br />

son’s eventual godfather and later Commander of the Grenada Coast Guard; and<br />

APRIL <strong>2016</strong> CARIBBEAN COMPASS PAGE 30<br />

Grenada in 1973 was on the cusp of major<br />

changes. The island was an “Associated State”<br />

of Great Britain — not quite a colony, but not yet<br />

independent. <strong>Yachting</strong>, centered at Grenada<br />

Yacht Services, where Port Louis Marina now<br />

stands, was booming, but the political situation<br />

was tense. The Premier, Eric Gairy, had deployed<br />

his “Mongoose Gang”, thugs that attacked his<br />

opponents. The New Jewel Movement (NJM)<br />

under the leadership of Maurice Bishop was the<br />

main opposition party.<br />

In 1979, the NJM overthrew the government<br />

of Eric Gairy, which had ruled the country<br />

since independence in 1974, and Bishop<br />

became Prime Minister of the new People’s<br />

Revolutionary Government. In 1983, an internal<br />

take-over attempt by a hard-line faction of<br />

his party resulted in Bishop’s death (along with<br />

several of his cabinet ministers and an untold<br />

number of civilians), followed by military intervention<br />

by US and <strong>Caribbean</strong> Regional Security<br />

System forces.<br />

The international airport in Grenada is named<br />

after Maurice Bishop.<br />

It was late 1973 sometime when I took Maurice Bishop to see Jimmy Cliff’s movie<br />

“The Harder They Come” at the old Drive-In Theatre in Grenada. You may ask, “How<br />

was that possible? He was a wanted man, his face on a hundred posters looking sort<br />

of like Che Guevara, the Mongoose Gang chasing the New Jewel supporters, a man<br />

hiding in the bush!”<br />

Here’s how it happened. I was an American hippie who arrived in Grenada in 1972,<br />

not too long after the fateful protest march in which Maurice Bishop’s father was<br />

killed, to buy a charter yacht at the old Grenada Yacht Services in the lagoon in<br />

Belmont, St. George’s. A few years earlier, I had been involved in “radical” politics in<br />

the US, even pursuing a PhD in Political Science at the University of California at<br />

Berkeley in 1968 during the riots and boycotts of that era. I got totally burnt out on<br />

Moviegoer Maurice Bishop, at right, in later days as head of Grenada’s short-lived<br />

Revolutionary Government<br />

Herman (Baby Face) Thompson from Caliste, widely known as the best varnisher/<br />

painter in the <strong>Caribbean</strong> — maybe the world. We worked like demons in the summer<br />

sun, drinking rum at night at Daddy Bull’s bar on Lagoon Road, and also at<br />

Mamma’s Bar in the old Chinatown.<br />

It was there that one night we met a somewhat straight-laced (tie and coat, short<br />

hair) light-skinned fella with whom we began chatting, as bar patrons will do, and it<br />

became obvious, as the Clarkes Court diminished in our glasses, that he was, at the<br />

very least, a New Jewel sympathizer, for he shared our antipathy for “Uncle” (Grenada’s<br />

then Premier,<br />

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