The destruction that we watch on our media devices do not come close to revealing the totality of this disaster on fellow human beings and what it says about us as individuals. As a child I remember commercials on the television which stated ” Life is better in the Bahamas.” This place in which black people are the majority seemed like a dream to me. In the sixties in Jacksonville blacks had to travel at least twenty miles out of town to the “colored beaches” set aside for them because they were not allowed to touch the ocean in Jacksonville. That was the reality of the time that we accepted as normal.

Life in the Bahamas for those who survived hurricane Dorian will never be the same again. I wonder where all that rubble of destroyed homes and businesses will go they cannot bury it on the islands because of limited space and who will pay the cost of removing it by ship and bring new building materials by the same ships. The costs will be staggering for a nation that depended on tourism for its livelihood.

This is a event that will define who we are as a so-called global community. The question that we need to answer is: Am I my brothers keeper.? It is something to contemplate when we have the time.