Why I Will Never Celebrate Indian Arrival Day
Indentured labor in the Caribbean marked the beginning of disease, dependencies, prejudices, and ills that continue to plague Indo-Caribbean communities

“Why the hell should I celebrate colonization? To celebrate Indian Arrival Day is to celebrate the beginning of our slavery sentences. To celebrate Indian Arrival Day is to celebrate the damage wreaked upon brown bodies by white systems of colonial violence. To celebrate Indian Arrival Day is to celebrate the cause of each ill: diabetes, racism, alcoholism, homophobia, and domestic violence. To celebrate Indian Arrival Day is to celebrate death.

This past month I remembered my ancestor’s struggles, my parent’s struggles, and my own struggles that result from indentureship. I celebrated the end of indenture and human trafficking on this global scale. I celebrated survival. I celebrated that I am here today writing this essay, writing my poems, that white hands did not erase me. I will not allow my ancestors’ stories—my own stories—to be disfigured by the hands of the state. We have survived colonization, slavery, and dehumanization. But surviving does not equal healing. There is yet a long open swath of sea left to cross.” - Rajiv Mohabir

Meet Nadia Misir, writer.

I came across Nadia’s writing in this lovely piece of her Guyanese links with Country Music, entitled “Guyana ♥ Country”. 

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Quick Bio:

Nadia Misir is a writer and Open City fellow covering stories in Richmond Hill, Queens for the Asian American Writers’ Workshop.  She is also a graduate student in American Studies at Columbia University.  Follow her on twitter @nuancednadia.


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“Guyana ♥ Country” 

Coolie Pink & Green (2009) (x)

Director: Patricia Mohammed 

A young girl of Indo-Caribbean descent in Trinidad, a small island in the West Indies, is torn between the ancient culture of her ancestors from India and the multicultural world of the modern society in which she has grown up. Told in a mix of poetry and prose against the haunting sounds of Indian classical and chutney music, “Coolie Pink and Green” is the universal tale of the children of migrants who must carve out their own identity in the place they call home.


“I feel like this is what I was born to do, this is why I’m here. I’m re-creating the Caribbean, my backyard of the Amazon, the lushness of India in my third-world-country-turned-city-girl kinda way. I want to travel internationally to nurture and bring people together with nature and food.” Anandi A. Premlall aapremlall