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“[…] Truth be told, BC embodied the spirit of the Calypso Tent more than the Newsroom. He was a hybrid, in some sense, of Winston Bailey and HL Mencken.
“[…] Kind, generous and determined to make a difference in a world populated by the indifferent…”
The following Letter to the Editor on the passing of renowned columnist and satirist BC Pires was submitted to Wired868 by George Elias of Cascade:
I was a teenager when I first “discovered” BC Pires’ weekly column. Back then, it appeared in the Daily Express. Without fanfare or pronouncement, it came, quite literally, to change the way that many wrote, spoke and saw the world.
I can no longer recall if this had come about before or after his PR stunt on Community Dateline. (He came on as an interviewee, purportedly an artist from Cuba, dodgy looking dreadlocks and all.)
To a student of 15 or 16 then, his column represented the perfect mix of irreverence, wilful rebellion and critical thinking. It was refreshing to see printed the words of an erudite adult who wasn’t bashful about asking the important raison d’etre questions.
From government to God, no subject was off limits, even then.
One must appreciate that at that time, 40 years ago, Trinidad and Tobago was a far more conservative place than it is now. That his column was even allowed to come into being, let alone for it to be quoted, celebrated and imitated in a seemingly short span of time, is nothing short of a miracle.
It didn’t happen in a vacuum mind you. Some acknowledgement ought to be paid to those who came before him—most notably in my estimation, Wayne Brown.
But truth be told, BC embodied the spirit of the Calypso Tent more than the Newsroom. He was a hybrid, in some sense, of Winston Bailey and HL Mencken.
His was a voice that my world needed. It inspired me to find my own voice and inner narrative. I may not have agreed with him on everything (his views on religion and God for instance), but there were large expanses of common ground that we both shared: music, movies, cricket.
Our paths crossed many times over the past five decades. I still recall our first interaction. (I’ve often wondered if it had made any impact on him.)
The scene: A Saturday night at The National Stadium in 1988. The occasion: The Miami Sound Machine concert. The action: David Rudder had just taken the stage and announced that we had permission to mash up de place!
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I, in turn, obliged and quickly alighted one of the many steel chairs on the stadium pitch. Moments later, I felt a touch on my arm and turned around, and looked down.
There he was, one of my idols, gesticulating not for me to climb down and unobstruct his view, but rather, to share with him the contents of my faux deerskin wine pouch.
Starstruck, I happily and enthusiastically poured him a big drink of VAT 19 and lifted my own glass to him and took a sip of my own. I may or may not have acknowledged his importance to my evolving world view and thanked him then for his work. I want to believe that I did.
The last time we crossed paths was just before Covid. It was my birthday, and he was walking a dog around the Queen’s Park Savannah. He was of course living in Barbados then, but he was here for an extended period of time.
Long enough to take charge of the sweetest rescue dog and was actively searching for a home for him. (The dog, not BC). Such was his nature.
Kind, generous and determined to make a difference in a world populated by the indifferent. He never seemed to tire of the attention or adulation. He took it all in stride.
Today, the news of his passing hits me somewhere between Blaxx and David Bowie, on my personal scale of loss and mourning.
I’ll ache for all the unspent potential that the world never had the opportunity to enjoy. But I’m forever grateful to have been alive at a time when his creativity was on full display. At its most potent. When his light shone at its brightest.
I once told BC: “There are no atheists at exam time. Or for that matter, when you have a teenaged daughter.”
I have wondered, since he first announced his illness and its unrelenting progression became clear, whether or not he ever reconciled himself with the existence of a higher power.
I cannot with any certainty say that I have deduced as much from his writings in the last few months, but I can say that should Heaven exist, it would be a far better place with minds and hearts like his in the eternal chorus.
Thank you, BC. Thank you for your thoughts and words. Thank you for choosing to not hide it under a basket and to instead share it with the world.
In a world that never deserved you, yours is a voice that will be greatly missed.
Rest in peace.
Editor’s Note: Veteran columnist BC Pires passed away on Saturday 21 October from oesophageal cancer.
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So well put George. A fitting tribute to a one of a kind Trinidadian voice that combined wit and humor in such a unique way and chose the path less traveled and in so doing had an impact on so many of us
Your comment – “his column represented the perfect mix of irreverence, wilful rebellion and critical thinking.” That says it all for the man who was BC.
His use of the language, incorporating local vernacular was brilliant … and I will surely miss the Friday read.