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Tale of a West<br />
Indian Sugarcane<br />
Worker in the ’60s<br />
B Y M O N I C A V I C T O R<br />
O It<br />
Florida in 49 years.<br />
n Feb. 28, 2014, Morrison James<br />
flew from Vieux-Fort to Miami.<br />
was his first flight to<br />
“How was your flight Dada?” we asked.<br />
He recounted a moment on the plane.<br />
“The flight attendant asked if I wanted a snack,”<br />
he recalls. “’No, thank you,’ I said – I have no<br />
teeth!” James smiled as he spoke, revealing less<br />
than a half-dozen he’s held onto.<br />
When James was 25 years old, he had all 32 in<br />
his mouth and was looking forward to his first<br />
trip to the states. That was 1965, the same year<br />
the EC$ began circulating in St. Lucia, replacing<br />
the British West Indies dollar. It was also a time<br />
when young West Indian men were “chosen” to<br />
go overseas to “cut cane.”<br />
But the selection process wasn’t easy. It<br />
involved blood tests and background checks.<br />
Applicants had to be in tip-top shape, drugfree<br />
with a squeaky clean record…<br />
James took a shot and applied.<br />
While listening to the radio one day<br />
James heard that recruiters would be in<br />
his neck of woods to scout young men<br />
interested in going to America to cut<br />
cane. At the time he worked in<br />
construction but he made himself<br />
available that day. James met the height<br />
and weight requirements and so he was<br />
handed a card to go get his blood work<br />
done. Soon thereafter, the results were<br />
in, and James and countless other<br />
young men from across St. Lucia were<br />
on a flight to Florida.<br />
Being selected was a huge deal. Family<br />
members and friends often gathered in<br />
the "yard" anxiously awaiting the news<br />
of whether their loved one made the cut<br />
or not.<br />
“Mwen fè’y” (I made it) those selected<br />
would say. Or, “Mar fè’y coo sala. San<br />
mwen pa té bon," (I didn’t make it this<br />
time, my blood work wasn’t good),” said<br />
the unlucky ones. For those who were<br />
not selected, often a lack of potassium<br />
was to blame and the prescription to<br />
make their blood "good" again was to<br />
eat lots of green bananas and spinach<br />
among other things. But James didn’t<br />
have to take those measures because<br />
his blood was "good."<br />
Leaving behind his girlfriend and two<br />
kids, James made the trip to Belle Glade<br />
to assume his duties as a migrant<br />
sugarcane worker.