YOU know that feeling when you want to shout and make the loudest noise about something but when you get the chance to do just that, the onslaught of words becomes overwhelming and you choke?
Well, yep, that’s me right now so bear with me as I carefully tread whilst explaining my immense opposition over the notion of Citizenship by Investment in St. Lucia.
This idea is once again forcing our tiny island to put on her see through pumps, little red dress and lipstick and perch on the roadside in a bid to prostitute herself…AGAIN!
I’m sorry but I’m not sorry for being adamant (in my own head) that this idea is bad and wrong on so many levels…no amount of coaxing will change my mind so don’t even bother trying with me.
I am a St. Lucian. I was born that way and I will proudly die that way…even with the opportunity presented to me, I will never change that status in the form of naturalisation in another country or whatever other ways in existence to change my nationality on paper.
I find it insulting that someone can come to my country, wave some cash around and BOOM, they obtain my nationality, my identity, my “St. Lucianness”…nothing about that sits right with me. When I think about it, this is the one time that I am proud to be selfish and say that I’m not willing to share.
I am all for the well-being and progression of this country and if fat cats are willing to invest in St. Lucia, open establishments here, provide jobs and propel our economy forward, then fine…but they can do that on some sort of investors visa or something where their time here is limited, viable for revocation and kept under a microscope to ensure that complacency is not followed up by funny business, if you know what I’m saying.
But what message do you think we are sending out when we open the gates for these characters to come in and nest here for the right price?
It is said that the vetting system will be thorough and intense…hmmm, so tell me, will that vetting system come with a magic scanner to reveal people’s true hearts? Forgive me if I sound like the tool Donald Trump, but whilst I will never assume or insinuate that every investor will be undercover monsters, how will anyone in truth and fact be able to tell the difference?
Yeah their finances etc might be in tact but who knows what skeletons and crimes their billions have paid to expunge and bury? HOW WILL YOU KNOW? And also, what’s to stop them from either starting up or continuing with their dirty habits once they have that new citizenship to their names? What about the slave driver type who is simply eyeing St. Lucia as their new cash cow and don’t actually give a damn about St. Lucians, just as long as their money is coming in, to hell with the workers?
My list of questions is seriously long so I’ll give it a rest for now.
Now before you come with “America and the UK did it successfully” Just hold your brakes and let me tell you something that I say all the time…I DON’T CARE…I’m talking about MY country, St. Lucia, NOT these other countries…THEY can do what they want, I’m thinking about the well-being of MY country ONLY!
I know that I said that I’d cool it with the questions but one that keeps popping up in my head is: “Why would anyone want to buy another citizenship? Are you trying to run away from your own?” I just can’t shake that ill feeling of the kinds of characters we will be inviting over here.
Another ill feeling that I can’t shake is my fear that St. Lucians will become extinct and that this rock will be just another nationality soup where every Tom, Dick and Harry with his money, wife (wives), children, brothers and sisters, parents, cousins, “nenens” and their children plus their dog and pet fish can come here, settle, set up shop and turn this island into the next little Britain, China, Germany or wherever…you get what I’m saying though. You don’t? Take a walk down Chisel Street in Castries and take a look at who owns most if not all the stores on that entire stretch…that’s just the beginning of things to come.
If you ask me to look at the silver lining in all of this, I’d say maybe, just maybe now so many St. Lucians won’t have the need to flock to the States or Canada to live like livestock in apartment basements just so that they could make a few US dollars to babysit other people’s children…there will be enough foreign investors who will be willing to look down their noses at them whilst they look after their snotty children or shivering, pampered bag pooches right here at home.
So there, I said it in the cleanest and calmest way that I could. Disagree? (In my “poshest” British accent) I don’t care!