Jamaican History February 2005

February 2005
WEEK I
- Heart of Kingston
- Long Johnny
- James Augustus Harris
- 'Teacher'
- Joseph Golden
- the Callaloo Man
- a modern Micawber
WEEK II
- Poor Man's Theatre
- Sergeant David
- 'Big Tree' [incomplete]
- Poor man's City Club [incomplete]
- Foga, Maroon prodigy
- Cyril Brown
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"Teacher," a figure well-known in the Kingston Park.

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'Teacher'

 

Daily Gleaner 1910 July 16 page 4

 

ONE OF THE

 

CHIEF

 

CELEBRITIES

 

OF KINGSTON.

 

The Story of a Curious Park Habitué.

 

“TEACHER” AND HIS

 

MISSION

 

His Purpose in

 

Jamaica as

 

 Ex­plained by Himself.

 

There are a number of local celebrities in our midst – real, live, hu­man documents; but owing to our being so accustomed to them, they pass by attracting little or no attention.­ To the keen observer, these human documents are of more than passing interest, and it occurred to the writer that a large number of readers of the Gleaner, at home and abroad, would be interested to learn something of these familiar figures, who once we come across them, never ­escape our memories.

Now, first among the band of liv­ing curios I have met and whom I propose to deal with, is “Teacher,” the queer man with long matted, saffron-coloured locks growing well down on to his shoulders, who sits daily in the Park moodily meditat­ing with himself.

“Teacher” is known to every per­son who passes through the Park. He has sat there for the past ten years, the observed of all observers; and the wonder to most persons is: How does he live?

For years I have passed the man, many times daily, sitting in the same posture, blankly gazing into space. But he never struck me as more than a half-witted idler who preferred to pass his days pleasantly under the sheltering shade of the trees in the Park, like many another of his class who toil not, and regard labour with feelings of awe.

One morning, however, I saw him in a different role. I saw him sur­rounded by a jeering band of women and boys, who had been listening to his singing. They were taunting him in a way that would have caused most persons to get annoyed. But the tall, gaunt figure, in the threadworn coat and tattered top hat, drew himself up, and continued his morning meditation. His voice rose and fell in harsh cadence. He pronounced every word of the hymn he was singing aft­er the manner of the country music-master teaching a class to sol-fa. The laughter and shouting no way dis­turbed him:—

   “Praise my soul the King of heaven

To His feet thy tribute bring,

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,

Ever more His praises sing.

Praise Him: Praise Him;

Praise the everlasting King.”

were the words that rolled from his throat with harshness but not without some melody.

“Here is an interesting character,” I said to myself. “Why not have a talk with him?”

I did not feel like facing the motley crowd of idlers who were standing by. “Teacher” did not mind their taunts: but as far as I was con­cerned it was another matter. So I went my way and waited a quieter time to talk with the man.

AN INTERVIEW.

         I found him sitting on the bench as he is shewn in the picture above, with the pages of a magazine open in his hands, but which he was not look­ing at. He was alone on the bench. Few persons were around and I thought to myself, now here is my chance.

I sat down beside him. He never moved from his position. ‘‘Teacher,” I said, “I would like to have a talk with you. I would like to hear some­thing about yourself, how you live, and why you sit here every day in the same place.”

‘Very well,” he assented. “If you want to know I will tell you.”

“First of all,” I said to him, “what is your name?”

“Albert Alfred Reginald Rey­nolds,” he replied, with evident pride as he gave his high-sounding patronymic.

“And where are you from?”

“I am a native of Grenada,” he replied.

“Were you always affected this way.” I asked him.

“How?” he promptly asked.

“I mean, have you always lived this idle life sitting down under the trees in a cool spot?”

This roused the good man’s ire. “I am not idle,” he said. “I have never been idle. I am sent on a mis­sion; and I am here to execute that mission. How dare you call me idle.”

I at once saw that the only way to rouse the man from his lethargy was to get him on the defensive, so I renewed the attack.

“Have you ever done any work or any kind yet?”

“I was a tailor years ago – long, long ago,” he said, with a wave of his hand indicating the distant past. “Then I was commissioned to teach, and I have been teaching in many lands.”

“I see,” I said, “why you are so careful about your personal appear­ance. You were a tailor.  But tell me, wasn’t tailoring a more paying business than this?”

“My dear sir,” he began, “I am un­der a period of self-denial. It is written that they shall drive thee from men, and thy dwelling shalt be with the beasts of the field, even so I have come among my people to teach them.

“I have been sitting in this park for ten years. The rains of heaven have descended upon me. The sun has poured down its burning rays on me. And still here I am. For I tell you mankind is very wicked.

“What are the things you preach against?” I asked him, leading him on.

“THE DEADLY SINS”

“The things that you must be warned of; the deadly sins of this world, are: envy, hatred, malice, unkindness, iniquity, backsliding, slan­dering, coveteousness, grudging, card cutting, enchantment, lasciviousness, licentiousness, drunkenness, lying, slandering, deceitful, whisperer, obeah, and theft.”

These deadly sins “Teacher” ran through earnestly, and he uttered them with the conviction of a man who believes what he Is saying.

“But,” I said, as he waxed warm on his subject, “how do you live?”

“I live by the power of God,” he promptly answered. “being a sincere man I live by his power. I am not allowed to collect any money but simply [           illegible           ] if any man give me an offering I take it, but I am not allowed to collect.”

And my subject looked at me in such a way that I felt bound to give an offering. He took the coin I hand­ed him and placed it in the pocket of his vest. Then he began again.

“I have been in Greytown, in Blue­fields, at Inagua, and many other places before I came here. I landed here on the 11th September, 1898, and for ten years I have been in the Park.

“I get up very early in the mornings and go around the market where I get many offerings. I ask no man for anything. If anyone gives me all I do is I take it; and at six o’clock I enter the Park from the south-west. There I sing; and after that I come to the north-east where I sit, and teach all like you who come to me for teaching.”

 “I am going to take your photo­graph. I want you to show me how you come in after I have taken you as you are,” I said.

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'Teacher'

 “Teacher’s face brightened at the prospect of being pictured, and after he was taken sitting, he drew out the paper parcel from under the bench in which his old coat was carefully brushed and folded and put away. He held up the old tatters and got into them tenderly. Then the beaver, from which all the fur had been worn years ago was taken from its cover, wiped and placed on his head.

And so to-day we publish “Teach­er” as he is, and his story.

               W. A. S.

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A year later the following item appeared:

 

 

Daily Gleaner 1911 July 22 page 5

LEFT THE PARK.

“Teacher” No Longer

Sits in the Gardens

THE MAN AND HIS MISSION.

 

The familiar face of “Teacher” the man who for years sat in the Park, is no more to be seen in the gardens again, The seat that he has always occupied is vacant and many persons have been asking what has become of the man.

“Teacher” can be seen early in the mornings near to the Jubilee Market, but he leaves the Park severely alone.

According to his story he was to remain in the Park for time and a season. The time and the season is now ended, and so he has betaken himself to other fields, where he passes away the time smoothing out his coat, and dolefully chanting a hymn.

His mission, as he terms it, is coming to a close, and after all these years of idleness perhaps “Teacher” may be now induced to do some work. But of this there is some shadow of doubt.

 

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When the original article on "Teacher" was printed there was a comment on the editorial page, presumably by H. G. DeLisser, which, in spite of the condescending tone, shows clearly that the writer had walked the streets of Kingston, by day and by night.

 

Daily Gleaner 1910 July 16 page 11

 

A MAN WITH A MISSION.

 

We publish this morning a humour­ous sketch of a man with a mission by W. A. S. This person is one of a type. Any one who walks about the streets at night will come across many men with missions who neither work nor, apparently, want. Is their mis­sion believed in by the class of people to whom they appeal? We are certain it is not. The average pea­sant or town-worker who goes to hear these prophets prophesy and these teachers teach make a fairly sharp division between the man and his words. If what he says comes from the Bible they will think it good. But that will not prevent them from laughing at the preacher. Yet it is unquestionable that they assist him with a few pence and so enable him to live, and the reason they do so is partly pity and partly because they have been entertained by him. It Is not usually recognised that these street preachings are really amongst the amusements of our working classes, for people as a rule do not associate religious gatherings with enter­tainments. Nevertheless it is true that our working classes regard religious gatherings as a very enjoyable means of passing an hour or two. An open-air meeting consists chiefly of singing. It enables one to sing a rousing chorus in which hundreds may join. Then there is the impassioned preacher who insist[s] upon telling all and sundry that they are go­ing straight to Hell, a piece of infor­mation which is received with re­markable appreciation by the assembled crowd. Nothing is more encour­aging to a popular Jamaica audience than a terrible picture of the here­after. It makes them feel good to know that their ilI-considered mis-doings will be rewarded in so terrific a fashion. If the preacher is also wise enough to tell with dramatic force and fervour of the approaching end of the world, he will the more greatly please his audience and reap his reward in coppers. But the particular “Teacher” who is described this morning has a method all his own. He does not pass the hat round. He makes no direct appeal to the generosity of his hearers. He is a man of faith, and whatever one may be inclined to say about his faith, he has certainly managed to live for ten years by simply waiting to be fed. The one thing he objects to is being called idle. He contends that a man who spends his time sitting in the park and doing nothing cannot legit­imable [sic] be called idle so long as he has a mission. That mission represents both his stock-in-trade and his profession; if you want to be taught, you go to him; if you don’t want to be taught, you stay away; those are his terms. We are rather inclined to envy him, but not being aware that we have any particular mission, we are not tempted to follow his example.  Still, considering that he affords amusement to the crowd, and amusement that does not apparently injure him in any way, we would not dream of saying he is useless.  He has a place in the economy of our life.  He has a mission.

 

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