Black Jamaicans are running behind a British-born man — Mark Golding — the descendant of slave masters

The Pain of Black Betrayal: A Nation With Amnesia

Thousands of black Jamaicans — men and women, young and old, educated and uneducated — have committed the most dangerous sin of all: they have forgotten who enslaved us and who benefited from the horrors of Slavery. Mark 'Gummy Bear' Golding and his ancestors, who have enslaved thousands of black Jamaicans, and on August 1, 1838, they took off the clothes from the backs of our ancestors..

They have forgotten the sound of chains clanking in the cane fields.

 They have forgotten the screams of our foremothers who slave masters raped.

 They have forgotten the branding iron that burned the flesh of our fathers.

 They have forgotten Sam Sharpe's neck cracking under the gallows, Paul Bogle's body dragged and left to rot, and George William Gordon's blood spilling as a sacrifice for the people. Most importantly, they forgot that "Tacky", the real hero, who was never bestowed such an honor, whose head was chopped off by the Maroons and put on a pike as a warning to other slaves: if you destroy the whites' canefields, we will hunt you down and kill you. Yes, these were the Judases of our time, and they still are, and they were black people too, the traitors within, and they are still with us.

They have forgotten that the very soil beneath their feet is soaked in the blood of the enslaved, the tortured, and the brave.

We are living in an age of national amnesia — where too many of our people choose comfort over conscience, and political hype over historical truth.

How else do you explain black Jamaicans — the descendants of the greatest resistance fighters in the Western Hemisphere — proudly following and defending a man whose family name is steeped in Slavery?

A man born in Britain, raised in privilege, who has never known a day of struggle in inner-city Kingston, yet is being offered the keys to lead us?

This is not just betrayal. This is spiritual suicide.

We Have Lost Our Moral Compass

We have mistaken foreignness for progress.

We have mistaken polished accents for intelligence.

We have mistaken light skin and lineage for leadership.

We have forgotten Marcus Garvey's warning that not all who look like us are for us. Some of them are agents of Babylon in black skin, here to pacify us, confuse us, and lead us back into mental bondage.

And those among us who know better — but say nothing — are equally guilty.

 The pastors who preach about heaven but ignore hell on earth.

The entertainers who chant "One Love" while dining with dons and dancing for politicians. The likes of Buju Banton, Shaggy (It wasn't me), Sizzla Kalonji, Damian Marley, Ziggy Marley, Mutabaruka, Capleton, Luciano, and the likes.

The academics who sit in ivory towers, afraid to offend their colleagues abroad, while their nation crumbles beneath them.

This is the pain of black betrayal — when those who should be the first to defend the people are the first to sell them out.

The Enemy is No Longer Just External — It's Internal

The redcoats no longer carry muskets — they wear suits and smile in parliament.

 The slave driver no longer holds a whip — he has a microphone and says he's here to save us.

 The plantation no longer has fences — it has political boundaries.

 And the new Massa doesn't speak with a thick English accent anymore — he speaks patois, drinks sorrel, and claims he's "for the people," while his very name is a brand from our colonial past.

What's worse? He has an army of black faces cheering him on.

 And that, my brothers and sisters, is the most painful betrayal of all.

Because it means we have reached a place where the colonizer no longer needs to colonize us.

We are colonizing ourselves.

It's Time to Reclaim Our Memory and Our Dignity

We must resist the urge to forget.

We must resist the temptation to trade history for handouts.

 We must resist the lies of those who tell us that "race doesn't matter" — when every breath we take on this island is tied to a legacy of racialized violence and resistance.

And above all, we must remember that we are not descendants of weaklings or cowards.

 We are the children of Africans.

 The descendants of warriors.

 The spiritual heirs of Marcus Garvey, Sam Sharpe, Tacky, Paul Bogle, William Gordon, and Edward Seaga, who made sure that Marcus Garvey's body returned to Jamaica and he was bestowed as our first National hero..

Our freedom was paid for in blood — not ballots. In sacrifice — not speeches.

We owe it to our ancestors — and our unborn children — not to betray their memory by supporting the modern agents of empire, no matter how well they disguise themselves.

To every Jamaican who still has a conscience: wake up.

Shake off the mental chains.

And never again mistake a foreigner — no matter how eloquent — for a liberator.

Jamaica will only be truly independent when she is led by those born of her struggle, baptized in her pain, and committed to her complete liberation — body, mind, and soul.

Until then, we are not yet free.

Not truly.

We Are Not Yet Free – And We Must Say Why

As a people — as Jamaicans — we are not free. We sing songs of freedom, we wave our flags, and we shout "Jamaica land we love," but deep down, in the soul of this nation, we know something is wrong. We feel it. We live it. And on this Independence Day, we must tell the truth.

We are not free because a man who is not one of us — who was not born here, who did not grow up eating from the same zinc pot, who does not know the pain of poverty in Jones Town, Concrete Jungle, the hardship in Tivoli Garden, Cockburn Pen, Tower Hill, Waterhouse, or the struggle in Trenchtown — stands at the doorstep of becoming our next leader.

A man whose ancestors enslaved ours. A man who inherited the privilege of empire, while we inherited the trauma of chains.

How can this be?

 How can the children of the enslaved exalt the descendants of a slave master?

The answer is simple, yet heartbreaking:

 We are being betrayed — not by the foreigner alone — but by our people, black licky-likcy, beggy-beggy, sociopathic, lazy, badmind, jealous, low IQs, and criminal-minded people who don't believe in hard work and self-reliance. They believe in handouts like beggars and dependents as if they are blind.

The Pain of Black Betrayal

Thousands of black Jamaicans — men and women — have turned their backs on our ancestors, on our struggle, and our identity, and are marching behind a white man who benefited from Slavery. This is the most evil operation that has ever happened and been done to any race of people. Our ancestors have been to hell and back, and now we want to go back to hell with the help of the great, great, great-grandson Mark 'Gummy Bear' Golding, of the slave masters. They cheer for a foreigner, not because he represents righteousness, but because their minds have been colonized, just like our lands once were.

And as Marcus Mosiah Garvey so powerfully warned us:

"Not every black man is a black man. Some are coconuts — brown outside, white inside. Some are roast breadfruits — burned on the surface but still soft and spoiled within, and white like the clouds or snow."

These words ring louder than ever.

Look around you. These coconuts and roasted breadfruits walk among us, wearing dashikis and waving flags, while serving the interests of the empire.

 They quote Garvey but reject Garveyism.

 They wear the colors but sell their souls.

 They praise Africa but empower those who raped it.

We Must Cast Them Aside

These are not our people. These are not warriors. These are not nation-builders.

They are agents of confusion, disguised as Jamaicans, and they call themselves comrades. The worst thing is that these people hate education, facts, history, and reading. They are super lazy, criminally minded at heart, and socialistic in their thoughts. They are Judas with a smile. And if we do not cast them aside, if we do not separate the wheat from the chaff, then we will never see the Jamaica our ancestors died for.

We must identify them, name them, and cast them aside — not with violence, but with truth, clarity, and courage, because you cannot build a free Black nation on the backs of traitors and frauds.

To the Real Sons and Daughters of Jamaica

This message is not for the faint-hearted. It is for the proud, the conscious, the Garveyites, the freedom fighters still walking these hills, streets, and districts. It is for those who understand that independence is not a ceremony — it is a sacred calling. It is not just about breaking chains — it's about breaking mental bondage, cultural amnesia, and political cowardice.

If you feel something stirring inside you, that's your soul remembering who you are.

You are the descendant of warriors, not cowards.

 You are the bloodline of freedom fighters, not flatterers and traitors.

 You are the child of Africa, not the property of Britain.

Wake Up, Jamaica

We must stop running behind those who will lead us off a cliff. The PNPLGBTQ+ Criminal Organization has been our enemy as a people since 1972, when the other British-born man, Michael Manley, became Prime Minister, and has imparted criminality and terrorism to us as a people. He made sure that he gave the black gangs and the white people access to the banks. They have never been our friends or people who want to empower us. They intend to destroy us as a people.

 We must stop electing our oppressors to positions of power.

 And we must stop pretending that someone born in the halls of empire can truly understand what it means to be a Jamaican at heart.

Jamaica must be led by Jamaicans — born, raised, and rooted in the soil that birthed our pain, our pride, and our promise.

Only then can we begin to call ourselves truly free from British and European oppression and chant our path and not the paths of white people who have never been our friends or will be, not all of them, but some of them. Look at what is happening in the world today.

Let this be the year 2025, we wake up. Let this be the year we remember Marcus Garvey's warning. Let this be the year we draw the line.

Because if we don't, we're not just betraying ourselves.

We are betraying our ancestors.

And that is the ultimate shame.

One of the most painful and perplexing realities we face in Jamaica today is not just the legacy of Slavery, but the continuation of its effects through the mindset of our people, who have now become willing participants in their degradation.

We must speak without fear: It is a national disgrace that in 2025, a significant number of black Jamaicans are running behind a British-born man — Mark Golding — the descendant of slave masters, and hailing him as the savior of a country that his ancestors helped enslave and exploit.

Let us be clear — this is not about skin color, but about historical truth and national consciousness. This is about identity, legacy, and dignity. How can a nation built on the backs of enslaved Africans now turn around and give power to someone whose very name is a reminder of our chains?

We, the children of Marcus Garvey, Tacky, Paul Bogle, Sam Sharpe, and George William Gordon — a black nation born in fire and resistance — are now clapping and cheering for the great-great-grandson of a British colonial overlord?

Have we forgotten so quickly who we are?

A Nation With Amnesia

The problem isn't just Mark "Gummy Bear" Golding. The real tragedy lies with the Jamaican people who know the history — who see the pain, the sacrifice, the generational trauma — and yet choose to ignore it for temporary political convenience, tribal loyalty, or false promises of "progress." All because they can sell their souls for thirty pieces of silver, and they are the ones whom we must cast aside, as they are our enemies.

These individuals are no longer just uninformed — they are willfully blind. They would rather be comforted by lies than awakened by truth. They would rather follow a man because he offers free tablets, food baskets, A Red Stripe beer, $5,000 Jamaican, three-piece KFC Chicken, and empty speeches — than ask where he came from, what he represents, and what he stands for.

This is not independence. This is dependency.

This is not nationalism. It is mental Slavery. When a people is too lazy, and having low IQs, this is what happens to them, they are being led by the ones who are intelligent but only care about "What's In It For Me (WIIFM).

Let's Talk About This Foreigner

Mark "Gummy Bear" Golding was born in England, not Jamaica. Jamaicans need visas to visit Britain, their country of birth, but they are experiencing delays in obtaining them. What kind of people are these? His family is documented to have profited from the Atlantic slave trade and plantation economy. His inherited wealth — the very foundation of his comfort and privilege — is built on the unpaid labor, raped men and women, murdered men, and broken families of enslaved Africans.

Let that sink in.

His hands may appear clean today, but his name is dirty with blood.

Yet, somehow, some Jamaicans see this man as "one of us." They overlook his ancestry, his foreign birth, his elite social class, and his complete detachment from the day-to-day struggles of the poor — and still cry out Mark G, Golding for Prime Minister!"

What madness is this?

Why Are They Running Behind Him?

The answer is simple — but dangerous:

• They've been conditioned to value whiteness, foreignness, and elitism over our people.

• They've been taught that British-sounding accents are a sign of intelligence.

• They've been made to believe that political power is about connections, not convictions.

• And worst of all, they have lost their historical memory.

They don't teach our children about the plantations of Jamaica, the names of slave owners, the brands burned into black skin. Instead, we teach them to vote for personalities, parties that encourage our children to become criminals, and slogans, not principles or patriotism.

The result? A new generation of black Jamaicans proudly supporting a white British descendant of slave owners, even as he pushes policies that undermine our spiritual foundations, redefine our family structures, and emasculate the black man.

History Is Repeating Itself — And We're the Agents

This isn't just a betrayal. It's a slap in the face to every ancestor who resisted, every slave who died on Jamaican soil, every freedom fighter who dreamt of black leadership, black excellence, and black sovereignty.

What we are doing now is restoring the slave master's house and welcoming him back through the front door — this time with votes, not chains.

We are re-enslaving ourselves through political idolatry.

To Those Jamaicans Running Behind the Foreigner: Wake Up

I am not here to curse you — but to awaken you.

If you are supporting Mark "Gummy Bear" Golding because you think he is "different," or "fair," or "educated," ask yourself this: Would Marcus Garvey have followed him? Would Paul Bogle have voted for him? Would Sam Sharpe have marched for him? Would George William Gordon march with him? Would Bob Marley have marched or supported him, knowing that he benefited from the sufferings of our ancestors?

The answer is clear: Never.

Because they understood the truth: Freedom must be guarded — not handed back to the oppressor in a suit and tie.

Jamaica, we are standing at a crossroads. Either we reclaim our identity and walk with pride into a future built by our own hands, or we continue running behind a man who represents everything our ancestors died to escape.

The Real Independence Begins Now

Absolute independence begins not with fireworks and flags, but with consciousness. With clarity. With courage.

It begins with rejecting foreign domination in every form — even when it wears the mask of a political leader promising "change."

It begins with refusing to follow anyone who cannot feel the pain of our ancestors deep in their blood.

It begins by saying: "We are Jamaicans. We are Africans. We are not for sale. Not anymore."

And that includes rejecting the British-born foreigner Mark "Gummy Bear" Golding, who wants to rule a land his ancestors once raped, pillaged, and enslaved.

Jamaica, wake up. Choose freedom. Choose dignity. Choose truth.

Before it's too late.