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.