My people. My Trinbagonian people. Can I talk to you for a second?
Can I — Come sit by me. Scoot in close like we’s famalee.
Here’s the thing. I want to believe that most of us are sensible people. We have a basic understanding of right and wrong. We have enough common sense to get ourselves out of bed and off to work without forgetting to breathe on the way. We’re not so bad, right?