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Barbuda 1979, think of how great it will be to be independant or at least dependant on Antiqua

Barbuda is a small island in the Caribbean. When Antigua achieved independence in 1981, Barbuda was declared a dependent. A well known writer from Antigua, who calls herself Jamaica Kincaid, writes that because of the nature of slavery, the descendants are not responsible for their current situation. Imagine having to rely on that. So slip on your smoking jacket, fill your pipe, take your first sip of your adult beverage and sit back in your most comfortable chair. Welcome to todays offering from The Philatelist.

This stamp is sort of a fantasy of air travel to Barbuda. In real life Codrington  Airport has a very short runway and the most common plane serving it is the 9 passenger twin prop Islander. In fact even this capability is closed as the airport was damaged by Hurricane Irma in 2017. Yet here we have a four jet Convair 880 airliner ready to park. Is it the Lisa Marie, Elvis’s plane? Total fantasy. The fantasies get even larger elsewhere in the stamp issue, showing a British Airways 747. There was a theory that tourism was being held back by the British administration. So perhaps the stamp is a vision of how the future may be. If the British would just leave.

Todays stamp is issue B33, a $1.25  stamp issued by the West Indies British colony of Barbuda on May 24th, 1979. It was a four stamp issue celebrating the 30th year of the West Indies Civil Aviation organization. According to the Scott catalog, the stamp is worth 50 cents unused. Barbuda did a few stamps after independence but most now stated as Antigua and Barbuda

Barbuda was first spotted by Columbus but proved difficult to settle  because of the Caribe Indians were not welcoming. Eventually the British got established on the islands. With them they brought Irish indentured servents and many slaves from West Africa to work sugar cane plantations. The Irish often functioned as slave oversears and intermarried with them. As was typical in the British Empire, others from Portugal and Syria were attracted to the towns to function as merchants. They were again mostly male and intermarried with the slaves. This diversity went away after the plantation economy tanked and the island is now near 100% black.

Barbuda put off independence as long as possible. You weren’t still a colony in 1981 because it had not been offered to you. The economy had dried up after slavery and they came upon naming Barbuda a dependency of  the nearby slightly larger island of Antigua. In Antiqua a labour leader named Bvrd had been recruited to serve in the colonial administration and went on to serve as Prime Minister. So did his son. In fact the main political rivalry was between Byrd’s two sons. One was accused of corruption for being a silent partner in a new hotel. The other was accused of smuggling arms to a Columbian drug cartel. No doubt people from Antiqua and Barbuda rejoiced when daddy Byrd picked the hotel guy. The slightly bigger airport on Antigua was built by the Americans during World War II  but was recently renamed for daddy Byrd. This was in celebration of Byrd’s contribution to the islands, none greater than his two charming sons.

The writer who calls herself Jamaica Kinkaid is from Antiqua. At 16 her mother sent her to Scarsdale, NY as an au pair. She was supposed to send money home to help support her large family but didn’t. Her host family let her attend community college and then she was offered a full scholarship to a college in Vermont. She moved to New York City and began writing angry anti colonial Caribbean based youth fiction that some describe as half séance half ambush. When she began dating the Editors son, she began writing for the New Yorker magazine. She married him, converted to Judism, and moved to Vermont. She quit the New Yorker in 1996  when an issue was dedicated to Roseanne Barr, who Kinkaid felt was beneath her. Asked why an Antiquan and Barbudan would refashion herself Jamaica Kincaid, I come from nowhere and have no credentials. Well yea.

Well my drink is empty and so we are at an end. Come again tomorrow for another story that can be learned from stamp collecting.