On the 13th of March in 1979, the People's Revolutionary Government (PRG) was proclaimed in Grenada after the Marxist-Leninist New Jewel Movement overthrew the state in a socialist revolution, with Maurice Bishop serving as Prime Minister.
After coming into power, Bishop stated the goals of the NJM: "We definitely have a stake in seeking the creation of a new international economic order which would assist in ensuring economic justice for the oppressed and exploited peoples of the world, and in ensuring that the resources of the sea are used for the benefit of all the people of the world and not for a tiny minority of profiteers".
The new government developed an ambitious social program, initiating a literacy campaign, expanding education programs, worker protections, and establishing farmers' cooperatives.
During the PRG's reign, unemployment was reduced from 49% to 14%, the ratio of doctors per person increased from 1/4000 to 1/3,000, the infant mortality rate was reduced, and the literacy rate increased from 85% to 90%. In addition, laws guaranteeing equal pay for equal work for women were passed, and mothers were guaranteed three months' maternity leave.
The government suspended the constitution of the previous regime, ruling by decree until a factional conflict broke out, ultimately leading to Maurice Bishop's assassination. President Ronald Reagan launched an invasion of Grenada a few weeks later, on October 25th, 1983.
"We have attempted to show in this Manifesto what is possible. We have demonstrated beyond doubt that there is no reason why we should continue to live in such poverty, misery, suffering, dependence and exploitation...The new society must not only speak of Democracy, but must practise it in all its aspects. We must stress the policy of 'Self-Reliance' and 'Self-Sufficiency' undertaken co-operatively, and reject the easy approaches offered by aid and foreign assistance. We will have to recognise that our most important resource is our people."
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Grenada’s Revolution History :hammer-sickle:
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Grenada: The Future Coming Towards Us (1983) :red-fist:
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Maurice Bishop Speech – In Nobody’s Backyard (13 April 1979)
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~~It’s~~ It was a warm, sunny day, when I woke up about half an hour ago. It gave me this hard to describe, vaguely nice feeling, almost nostalgic somehow. And then it hit me that they are gone.
Sunny, warm days remind me of them.
It’s partially because when it’s warm out they tend to wear—how do I say this?—sexy outfits and I’m kind of ashamed of this.
But I think it’s mostly because this kind of weather makes them happy.
They’re asexual. I won’t lie about finding them really attractive. Like they are seriously so fucking amazingly beautiful. But I do not want to uh, you know. I’m ashamed of myself for sexualizing them at all.
Part of it is how they’re basically a child on the inside. It’s actually really fucking funny—they’re a drug dealer, they’re turning 31 this year, and they squee like an 11 year old when you bring them stickers, or candy, or a tiny spoon.
The sound of them going, “YyyyyAAAaaaayyyy,” over the phone when I told them I got them a tiny spoon for their tiny spoon collection, still echoes inside my head.
And I can hardly move if I don’t lie to myself that they might come back one day.
Kinda beautiful lil post
I was worried that would come across as weeeeird.
My sexuality or whatever is a thing that makes me feel shame and unpleasantness. I wouldn’t feel this way if I were femme-presenting at all. I hate it. I’m sort of asexual—I don’t want to fuck anyone, but those feelings are still there, and I’m disgusted by them. It’s hard for me to articulate exactly because of how ugly a feeling it is.
My friend doesn’t believe me, when I say my feelings for them are non-sexual. It makes me want to fucking die.
As someone who is also asexual, I think I get you - I certainly know how sexual feelings can be ugly. I didn't think you came across as weird, though, instead I get the feeling that you really respect them. Also yw ✨
But also thank you for saying this.