Last Sunday afternoon, a friend invited Bill and I to go with her to see Jamaica, Farewell, a play about a woman’s tragi-comic attempts to come to America from Jamaica. The backdrop of the play was the political unrest that took place in Jamaica after the 1980 election of socialist leader Edward Seaga. I was a newlywed during this time period, and as I watched the play, I wracked my brain trying to recall news stories about the the violence taking place in the country. I drew a blank.
When I got married on this date in 1979, my focus was on the ring Bill slipped onto my left ring finger. I couldn’t tell you much of what was happening in the world during the months leading up to the wedding. [Read more]