Howdy Do to hall a mi fans dem....Me a sen praises an blessins to hall hof uno, hespecially afta de custed Irene carry hon like wan viraga....Lorks haff his mercy, what a sitiation do eh? 

Hanyhow mi glad sey hall a uno hallright. Praise Jesus sey fi me zinc roof still a heng pon it hinges! 

Hanyhoo, mi get nuff letta since de dreadful hurricane I guess hall de people dem do fi pass de time iz write letta. 

Well, mi get wan letta from wan young girl who tell me bout wan hexperience she haff when she visit foreign. 

Here goes: 

Dear Ms. Dulcimina: 

My parents gave me a trip last summer to visit New York. I was most excited because I had only heard about the wonderful architecture, great dining and amazing stores, so needless to say, I was over the moon when I received their gift. Within a few days I was off on my solo adventure in the Big Apple. 

The first day there, I decided to visit Madame Roullard's Department store located in a very prestigious part of town. While there, I began to feel a bit queasy and unwell. I don't know if it was the excitement of running up and down, anyway I sat for a moment to rest. It was at that moment I realized, someone had placed items in my oversized tote, unbeknownst to me. I was frantic, I quickly marched up to the cash register where two blonde women were sitting and I told them that I had found the items in my bag. They looked at me with blank stares, and at first, they seemed as if it was nothing to be concerned about, then in a matter of seconds, I was flanked by several security guards and other store personnel.

 I became very upset and concerned, because it dawned on me that these women were about to create a situation, that was unfounded.

The next thing I knew, they were rifling through my bag, and the diamond encrusted make-up bag I had in there, suddenly became confiscated. They accused me of taking it from the store. I knew then, that they were reaching for straws because the bag was a gift from my god parents who are celebrities in Jamaica. 

I was panick stricken, and quickly surmised that they were trying to make an example out of me. By this time a large crowd had gathered, and they were mostly of the caucasian persuasion , which made for embarrassing moments. I quickly decided to make a long distance call home, but I was unable to get through. I was barraged by several questions, and each time I explained to them that I just found the items in my bag. I was mad at myself, because my initial reaction was to just leave the items on the chair of the department I had rested in, however, my thoughtfullness and stern Jamaican upbringing kicked in, and decided to do the right thing by alerting the management. Instead, it turned out to be an albatross around my neck. 

Before I knew it, the Police had been called and the matter had escalated to drama and bacanal. I tried reaching my parents once again. This time I reached my father, who thought my story so elaborate, he kept thinking I was pulling a prank or that my imagination had been running wild again. My mother was busy in her garden attending to her azaelas and did not want to be disturbed, so by this time I realized I was in a pickle. My Dad eventually found out what I was saying was not a figment of my imagination and soon decided to get to the crux of the matter from his end, but things took time, especially when dealing from a long distance. 

I had hoped by the time I ended my phonecalls that the matter would have disappeared and they would have accepted the error of their ways. Instead, the matter grew worse, they escorted me to this room away from the retail area, where the policemen began to strip down and proceeded to come near me, I told them that if they touched me, I would slit my wrists, but they would not listen, and so I did........ 

Fade to Black............. 

It took the act of me slitting my wrist for them to realize that I was innocent and telling the truth all along. As for the matter of those policemen, I feel that it was a "cooked up" scenario between the store and them. The store created scams by getting innocent, naive, young girls into compromising situations, and when they were cornered, they brought in individulas to act on their ill intentions. 

Needless to say, my family was quite livid about the situation and are suing the Retail store for defamation of character and endangerment of a minor. My family proved that the makeup bag was given to me by my godparents, who were actually patrons of the store in question. However, they have since decided to boycott the store along with their friends. 

 I have been so traumatized from this ordeal that I view the world and people so differently from how I was raised. I was taught from a little girl that America is a country where people are innocent until presumed guilty, however, I felt that I had been subjected to an evil witch hunt. 

Thank goodness my life was spared, but what if I hadn't the courage to make such a bold move........???????? 

My life would have been utterly distroyed, simply because I was a minority.

Dear Treated With Disdain: 

Ms. Dulcie is so sarry sey yu was treated like wan animal. Mi cyan't believe sey peple iz so hignorant inna de year 2011. 

Hif yu waz tryin fi pull a fass wan, yu would juss run thru di door a no sey nuttin to dem. Sumtimes wen peple try fi do de right ting, iz a blista to dem soul....eh? 

Ms. Dulcie believe sey dat yu did look too stocious an refine, so a fi dem wey fi try bring yu dung. Mi sarry sey yu did haffi urt yu self so dem lissen to yu. Iz a shem an disgrace pon dem.  

Dem de custed sales gal behine de counta dem need sum sensitivity training, dem need fi use dem common sense. If simady a tief, yu tink sey dem a go tap a counta an infarm yu. Dem dummer dan wan ox. 

Me believe sey dem waz motivated by prejudice, a through yu young dem tink sey dem could pull a fass one. Dem is de wan who should heng dem head in shame an not you. 

Yu knoe, me halways tell Missa Fowla sey, sex, drugs an rock 'n' roll mek de wul go rung, an him halways a ansa me sey, mi haff wan one track mine. But you knoe what? Me halways right! So halleluiah fi de wan track mine! 

Dem outta horder bad! Mi ope sey yu fambly "raccamasacca" dem every which wey dem cyan. Doughn't worry, Miss Dulcie behine you hall de way one million percent. 

Aldough mi love Merka, some a dem peple cyan be so unkind an fulla ridiculous prejudice, an hiff dem knoe dem history dem will fine hout sey we hall connected pon some kina geneological level.....Dem fulla foolishness...Mi no knoe why dem a create hexcitement pon innocent peple far. Anyhow, no mek dis sitiation taint yu view a de wul, dere is still plenty hof good people hout dere. 

Stay sweet an believe in yu God. Till nex time. 

Dulcimer Peaches Robothom

from Oracabessa and Westmoreland

Tags: Ms. Dulcie Sey: "A Wey Dem A Create Hexcitement Far?"