INDEPENDENCE 50 YEARS

One of the advantages of being old is that one can speak about history quoting books, in particular history from a personal perspective. Here I share my reflections of what Independence meant to me as an 11-year-old.
During the late 1950s and early 60s, I (together with siblings and cousins) attended the Arouca Anglican school because we were Anglicans. As pre-Independence and Independence activities swung into full gear, there kindled in me certain contradictions about being Indian in an Afro-dominated environment. Never in my short life had I experienced confusion about being Indian and Anglican simultaneously.