An immigrant journey

15 Jul

Anniversaries are time to reflect. Thus in 2014, I looked back on the three decades since I left Montserrat to come to America to attend Howard University.   What is your immigrant story?   Here’s mine.

On Dec. 27, 1984, I touched down aboard an American Airlines jet at JFK International. Outside, the ground was covered with snow; inside my head, thoughts raced. What now? What if? The uncertainty was never about success or failure. If I harbored any doubts, they were never about my ability; they were always about the how, when and where success would come.

I was heading for Howard University in Washington, D.C. My breast heaved with ambition and my head was full of untested ideas about life, love, work and the world. I wanted to be a journalist, I wanted to have my say about events beyond my control. It was fueled by the desire to have a life that mattered and not be merely a pawn, someone who waited for and witnessed events.

Looking back, I am struck at my conceit about success, by how naive I was about my privileged status as an international student on my way to be educated at an institution that has nurtured America’s black elite — Toni Morrison, Vernon Jordan, Thurgood Marshall, James Farmer.

To read more, visit  http://www.tallahassee.com/story/opinion/2014/12/26/andrew-skerritt-immigrant-journey/20921641/

 

The Writer’s life

15 Jul

It’s July 15, 2016. I have been gone far too long. But I am reclaiming this space even as I restate my claim to the ideas and initiatives I champion.  Be on the lookout this summer for the essay “The Praedial Larcenist” in the summer edition of the Caribbean Quarterly, a literary journal published by the University of the West Indies.

This is the opening paragraph of The Praedial Larcenist.

Ripe mangoes, like Eve’s apple, exert an unnatural attraction on young island boys. The fruits, a sunset orange and sunflower yellow, tempt and dare us, urge us to pick them, disregarding the laws of sowing and reaping, privacy and property. For years, a mango tree stood barren across the street from our flower garden, at once inviting and frustrating. Then one summer, perhaps ’71 or ’72, when I was an amble and agile ten going on eleven, its blossoms sprouted and bloomed.

 

 

 

 

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