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Theater of Resistance By Fabian Stennett

 



The Caribbean, Memory, and the Elegant Theater of Resistance

By Fabian Stennett

"The Caribbean consistently invaded. Haiti and the Jamaica Maroons will become more consistently featured in development—if I can handle my part of this elegant theater."


Prologue: The Curtain Never Closed

History is not a textbook. It’s a stage. A living, pulsing, ever-unfolding stage. And in this elegant theater, the Caribbean has never had the luxury of silence or rest. From the crash of colonial ships to the coded chants of resistance, the region has been invaded—not only by empires, but by erasures, simplifications, and distortions.

But we are still here.

And our memory? It’s sharper than myth, deeper than trauma, and more urgent than ever.

This is not just an article—it’s a call to those of us who write, teach, organize, create, or simply remember. If we handle our part, the Maroons and the revolutionaries, the poets and the prophets, will not only return—they’ll lead.


Act I: Invasion as a Repeating Performance

Let’s be honest. The Caribbean was not just colonized—it was curated. Shaped, styled, and sanitized to fit the fantasies of European powers. But the truth? The truth was never polite.

  • Haiti, the world’s first Black republic, was punished for its freedom.
  • The Jamaican Maroons, guerrilla geniuses of the mountains, outwitted the British and carved out freedom in the cracks of empire.

And what of the others?

  • Barbados, training ground for slave systems exported to the rest of the Americas.
  • Trinidad, where resistance echoed in the rhythm of steelpan and calypso.
  • Grenada, with revolution interrupted but not erased.
  • St. Vincent, home of the Garifuna, exiled but unbroken.
  • Dominica, storm-battered and sovereign in spirit.
  • The Bahamas, quiet in textbooks but roaring with ancestral strength.
  • Cuba, bold enough to stare empire in the eye.
  • The Dominican Republic, marked by revolt, border tension, and survival.
  • Martinique and Guadeloupe, where colonization still lingers but creole pride resists.
  • Suriname, Guyana, St. Kitts, Antigua, Montserrat, St. Lucia, Aruba—names often left off the global stage, but never off the frontlines of survival.

Invasion wasn’t only physical—it was intellectual, educational, spiritual.
Our memory was invaded. Our history, edited.
And the consequences are still with us.


Act II: The Invisible Becomes Instrumental

Here’s the shift: what was once hidden, is now essential.

In tech development, we talk about underrepresented voices.
In academia, we mention decolonizing the syllabus.
But let me be clear—Haiti and the Maroons don’t need charity.
They need recognition.

Their strategies, philosophies, and cosmologies have global value:

  • Resilience before it was a buzzword.
  • Decentralized leadership before Web3.
  • Ecological knowledge before “green” became a brand.

What if we didn’t just teach about them?
What if we actually learned from them?

  • What if Haiti’s Constitution—radical in its assertion of human dignity—was studied alongside Jefferson’s?
  • What if the Maroon practice of asymmetric resistance was taught in military academies?
  • What if the spiritual systems of Obeah, Vodou, Santería, and Revivalism were understood as technologies of the soul?

They aren’t “footnotes.”
They are frameworks.


Act III: Playing Your Part in the Theater

This is where it gets personal.

The theater isn’t just on a national or academic stage. It’s in our daily choices.

If I don’t speak, who will?
If I don’t read deeply, create boldly, remember truthfully—then I become an accomplice to erasure.

So yes, I accept my role.
A writer. A researcher. A son of the soil.

Maybe you are a coder. Or a dancer. Or a healer.
Doesn’t matter.

What matters is how we show up.

How we use our platform to feature the hidden, to echo the silenced, and to dance in rhythm with our ancestors.

Because to remember is to resist.
And to resist is to reimagine.


Epilogue: The Return of the Drum

Every empire thought it had the last word.

But then came the drum.

The drum never asked for permission. It simply returned.
It returned in sound, in stride, in style.
It returned in language, in laughter, in protest.

Today, it returns in us.

In the poet remixing creole with code.
In the archivist unearthing suppressed documents.
In the teacher refusing to skip chapters.
In the youth who say: We were never voiceless—you just weren't listening.

We are not waiting for the world to remember the Caribbean.
We are reminding the world that it has always been shaped by us.

So, the next time you hear the word development—ask: who’s being centered?
And the next time you stand in front of a classroom, or open a blank page—remember: you are standing on sacred stage boards.

The theater is elegant, yes.
But it is also ours.

And the curtain is rising.


By Fabian Stennett
Writer | Cultural Worker | Witness to the Pulse of the Caribbean


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