SANTA ROSA, by Melan Garcia

SANTA ROSA, by Melan Garcia from Maximilian Forte on Vimeo.

Lyrics (by Melan Garcia):

The Caribs are a peaceful people

This is what we know.

And Arima is the home of Caribs

From many years ago

Long ago.

So look back and I am sure that you will agree with me

That somewhere in your family you have Carib ancestry

Sing me with, now...

Santa Rosa

The feast that holds us all together.

Santa Rosa

Come sing you people from Arima.

Had it not been for the older folks

Then none of us would know

We wouldn't know...

Santa Rosa was found by three men

In that village called Pinto

In Pinto.

The three men were Raimundo, Punyan, and Puyon.

So now you see, my people, this is history put in song.

Sing along, with:

Santa Rosa

The feast that holds us all together.

Santa Rosa

Come sing you people from Arima.

Yes, we learned too that the hunter went back

To where the Saint was found

And on that very spot they found her necklace and her crown

And her crown...

The crown was made with roses of colours real distinct

That is why we use the colours of red, yellow, white, and pink.

What you think was...

Santa Rosa

The feast that holds us all together.

Santa Rosa

Come sing you people of Arima.

***** ***** ***** *****

Filmed by Maximilian Forte in September, 2006, at the cannon on Calvary Hill in Arima. The filming was done in late afternoon just as the sun was setting, and the camera faces south, overlooking the centre of Arima.

Melan Garcia, a well known parrandero from Calvary Hill in Arima, Trinidad and Tobago, in the past played with Los Tocadores and Rebuscar.

For many years he served as an Arima Borough Councillor, representing Calvary Hill, for the People's National Movement. He is also tied to the Carib Community and has Indigenous ancestry.

ARIMA WAS, by Melan Garcia

ARIMA WAS, by Melan Garcia from Maximilian Forte on Vimeo.

Lyrics (by Melan Garcia, originally transcribed by Guanaguanare)

In years gone by, this ent no lie

And I am sure you'll remember

Arima was a place with plenty water

We fertile soil, that and all spoil

We hardly getting good cassava

Quarries and farms polluting our rivers.

Chorus:

So let us try and see

If we could make Arima just like it used to be

Don't mind, don't mind, we population more

But is we, the Arimians, to make it like before

We have our duty to perform now because I'm sure

We'd like to see Arima just like Arima was. Woh oh ho

Yes, we have our duty to perform now because I'm sure

We'd like to see Arima just like Arima was.

The Spanish came and settled here

Along with peons from Venezuela

Together they did big plantations for we

Then came the French and Africans

Who accepted parcels of land

You see, Arima was always cosmopolitan. Yes, man!

1797 British came, planted their flag and left their name

In 1806 we got some Chinese too

East Indians joined up in the fun

Followed closely by the Syrians

That's true, Arima was one big pot of callaloo.

Chorus:

So let us try and see

If we could make Arima just like it used to be

Don't mind, don't mind, we population more

But is we, the Arimians, to make it like before

We have our duty to perform now because I'm sure

We'd like to see Arima just like Arima was. Woh oh oh

Yes, we have our duty to perform now because I'm sure

We'd like to see Arima just like Arima was.

Yes, Arima, this Easter star

Wallen bought a Dial and give her.

A gift you'll hardly find any other place

Them years ago was love for so,

But where the love gone, boy, I don't know

I think is since they open the Yankee base.

Oh, Arima, oh, Arima!

Like we heading for a disaster

I think is time we call upon The Master

Is endless crime, a waste of time!

Rape and robbery, even mass murder

Well, if it ent Sodom, well is Gomorrah.

Chorus:

So let us try and see

If we could make Arima just like it used to be

Don't mind, don't mind, we population more

But is we, the Arimians, to make it like before

We have our duty to perform now because I'm sure

We'd like to see Arima just like Arima was, Woh oh oh

Yes, we have our duty to perform now because I'm sure

We'd like to see Arima just like Arima was.

***** ***** ***** *****

Filmed by Maximilian Forte in September, 2006, at the cannon on Calvary Hill in Arima. The filming was done in late afternoon just as the sun was setting, and the camera faces south, overlooking the centre of Arima.

***** ***** ***** *****

Melan Garcia, a well known parrandero from Calvary Hill in Arima, Trinidad and Tobago, in the past played with Los Tocadores and Rebuscar. For many years he served as an Arima Borough Councillor, representing Calvary Hill, for the People's National Movement. He is also tied to the Carib Community and has Indigenous ancestry.

Carib Santa Rosa Festival 2007

Photo of the Carib section of the procession for the August 26, 2007, Santa Rosa Festival in Arima. Holding the banner is Cristo Adonis, and behind him is Ricardo Bharath Hernandez.

For last year's Santa Rosa Festival, I wrote one main essay on what transpired at the event, and I can say I will not be doing an encore. I wanted only to bring attention to some aspects that were salient to me, and once again I was fortunate to have listened to the complete proceedings over the Internet on I95.5 FM.

The proceedings for this year seemed to transpire at a rapid pace, and even the radio coverage was one hour shorter than last year's, with the radio announcer seemingly in a big hurry to get to the next program. The chief celebrant was the Papal Nuncio to the Antilles, which is an interesting choice given the degree of outrage expressed by indigenous persons across the Americas over the Pope's recent remarks that criticized indigenous religious revivals, while praising the purifying role of the Catholic Church. The main theme of this year's event appeared to be "social justice." The radio narrators themselves spoken solemnly, and quoted heavily from the mid-19th century text by L.A.A. De Verteuil, where he spoke of Santa Rosa festivals he had witnessed as a youth. The radio narrators were impressed with the degree of continuity, a comment unfortunately made right after a quote from De Verteuil that on this day the Amerindians would forget their servitude.

What was also striking is the amount of resources and organization invested by the Church in this event: a medical vehicle to follow the procession, police and marshals, water stations for those on the procession, and of course the media coverage itself, the giant flat screen used to convey the mass to those outside of the church, and so forth.

Also of interest to me is that the order of the procession has been changed in recent years. The Carib Community was once third in line, behind the acolytes, and behind the priests and members of the Arima Borough Council. Now only the acolytes lead, followed by the Carib Queen, followed by the Carib Community, then followed by the rest. Why this has changed is an interesting question, and one can speculate that past discussions, and critical comments, sometimes made in the presence of those connected to the church, could have had some impact.

For those interested in hearing the English language portion of Ricardo Bharath's very interesting prayer at the mass, please click here (opens a new window).

The website of the Santa Rosa Carib Community can be accessed by clicking here (also opens a new window).

----

Santa Rosa Festival: Aug. 26, 2007

Today the Carib Community of Arima, Trinidad, will be celebrating the high mass of the annual Santa Rosa Festival, with a procession through the streets of Arima. The actual date of the feast of St. Rose is August 23rd, and the mass is held on the nearest Sunday.

Good Company

Thank you for the warm welcome and the invitation to join the CAC Review. I am grateful for your work. I thank all our ancestors for guiding us to each other.

I almost am not sure where to begin. But I guess as good a place to start as any is in my own back yard. I live on the island known as The Land of the Hummingbird. And there are many hummingbirds indeed. My island is beautiful but unfortunately much of its beauty remains undiscovered by many of the people who live here. For some the forest remains a place of mystery and danger, while it has been a place of reawakening for others.

Discovery. Now there’s a word that has caused trouble for us all. But perhaps the bigger problem lies in the question of who discovered what. And when.

On this Land of the Hummingbird, while the frogs and crickets sing a warm welcome to the rain and praises to the full moon, we are re-finding, redefining and refining our space. My people of the Santa Rosa Carib community who grew together as one tribe, have just about lost their young. Our grandmothers and great grandmothers, a few grandfathers, are the only ones bothered to come to gatherings.

My own great aunt is the Carib Queen. I decided against writing "reigning" there. I could not write it because it feels like she has no power at all. Her people sometimes don’t bother turning up. Sometimes her people have other appointments. Sometimes her people are surviving.

More in the days to come on survival.

The Catholic Church and the Caribs in Trinidad

In a report published in one of Trinidad and Tobago's daily newspapers, Newsday, titled "Carib descendants ponder another holiday" (Sunday, October 15, 2006), there is some interesting information on the still evolving relationship between the Roman Catholic Church in Trinidad and the Santa Rosa Carib Community. According to the report:

"Monsignor Christian Perreira, parish priest of the Santa Rosa Church, admitted that there was much more 'healing' to take place between the First Peoples and the Church. 'This relationship still has to be fleshed out,' he said. 'The apology and intention are there, the atonement is there and while in very many ways the First Peoples have accepted that atonement, there is still the healing to come.' Fr Perreira added that the country’s oldest feast, The Feast of Santa Rosa, which is shared by the Church and the Carib community, has sought to bridge the divide for the past 220 years."

To my knowledge, the Catholic Church in Trinidad has never formally and publicly apologized for its exploitation and abuse of the indigenous people it held under its control in the missions.

Rosa

[a poem submitted in connection with the Trinidad Caribs' Santa Rosa Festival. Written by an anonymous Trinidadian author, submitted for use only on this site. Reproduction is not currently permitted.]

Cloaked as she stands
In the stony habit of subjugation,
Saint or cultural shape shifter,
She waits only for the child.

This heart is neither meek nor mild
And that frozen mask of piety
Barely conceals the roucoued face
That stains her robes to flagrant pink.

Such are the small victories,
The toeholds that we must employ
To scale the brazen and impassive face
of ongoing ethnocide.

While roughshod over us they still ride
This infant, this ark of our kind
We will protect and hide
This same child who believed in us
Long after we had been converted
To disbelieving ourselves.

So into this hushed sanctum we will glide
Year after year,
To lift our blazing bouquets against the gloom.
Even under the patronizing smiles
we will slide,
to bring to our bride her infant groom,
To place the baby in her waiting arms.

Rosa lets them sing their psalms
But when the child rests smiling against her breast
The only song to give him rest
Will be her Carib lullaby.