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So for three decades, I never laid eyes on my father, nor he on me.
Our father and many of his colleagues exhibited a kind of transmission but not receiving.
When our father did speak to us, it was from the pulpit of his mind.
They shape their lives according to the narrative of your life, as I did with my father and my mother, perhaps, and maybe Bageye did with his father.
But what was true was that my parents, my mother, and my father went along with it, did not trust the state to educate me.
They determined that they would send me to a private school, but my father worked at Vauxhall Motors.
I remember going on to the school for the entrance exam, and my father said to the priest — it was a Catholic school — he wanted a better "heducation" for the boy, but also, he, my father, never even managed to pass worms, never mind entrance exams.
But in order to fund my education, he was going to have to do some dodgy stuff, so my father would fund my education by trading in illicit goods from the back of his car, and that was made even more tricky because my father, that's not his car by the way.
My father aspired to have a car like that, but my father had a beaten-up Mini, and he never, being a Jamaican coming to this country, he never had a driving license, he never had any insurance or road tax or MOT.
But it became a little tricky when we were stopped by the police, and we were stopped a lot by the police, and I was impressed by the way that my father dealt with the police.
So my father was exhibiting what we in Jamaica called "playing fool to catch wise."
My father and my mother left Jamaica and they traveled 4,000 miles, and yet they were infantilized by travel.
Having started the process, my father did not continue.
But we sat down, and he had a Caribbean friend with him, talking some old time talk, and my father would look at me, and he looked at me as if I would miraculously disappear as I had arisen.
And I almost felt in the course of that reunion that I was auditioning to be my father's son.
And I understood that could also represent the rift between one generation and the next, between people like me and my father's generation, but there's no tradition in Caribbean life of memoirs or biographies.
And I even began to feel that this book may be perceived by my father as an act of filial devotion.
And if it meant that we would now return to 30 years of silence, my father would say, "If it's so, then it's so."
I lost my hatred of my father.
In the original photograph, I'm being held up by my father, Bageye, but when my parents separated, my mother excised him from all aspects of our lives.
This is a photograph that has the potential for a reunion, a potential to be reunited with my father, and in my yearning to be held up by my father, I held him up to the light.
And as we walked, I was struck that I had reverted to being the child even though I was now towering above my father.
I was almost a foot taller than my father.
And if necessity is the mother of invention, here, absurdity is its father.
I grew up a feral, adopted child on the northern shore of Lake Ontario, following my bricklayer/fisherman father around.
That was my first brush with real danger, the fire and my father.
Including my mother and father, who lived long enough to see their kid build that building.
She was instead put to work with her father, Ben Ross, who taught her how to lumber.
His father was a blogger.
And my father, who had been absent in most of my early childhood, was doing what other men were doing: fighting for the country.
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