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The Crisis of Trinidad & Tobago “Bend Over” Is Not a Calypso Verse

As is now the norm, there is scarcely a day that passes without some calamitous media barrage tied to the mania surrounding Donald J. Trump. Foreign entanglements. Security escalations. Congressional theater. Healthcare costs climbing beyond reach. Cultural institutions renamed. Sensational files dangled for political titillation. Institutions once regarded as formidable now appearing brittle and compromised.

Each of these deserves its own disciplined fact-checking and its own paragraph of accountability. But for me — and for months now — I have been posting with urgency, receipts, and restraint about what troubles me most: the erosion of agency and sovereignty in Trinidad and Tobago.

I ask readers to refer to my blog archives for the continuity of this concern. What follows is not new panic. It is accumulated observation.

I beg to impose my thoughts, theory, and observations on the unfortunate position Trinidad and Tobago may now find itself occupying — a nation pulled into alignment with a U.S. administration whose geopolitical ambitions extend far beyond our shores.

This alignment is not abstract. It intersects with escalating U.S.–Venezuela tensions, maritime enforcement narratives, military transits, and energy interests — all while Trinidad and Tobago sits exposed, small, strategic, and economically dependent on stability, trust, and open travel.

Families, students, artists, and tourists have long been planning to claim Trinidad and Tobago as their destination for the Carnival 2026 season. Flights booked. Bands selected. Costumes designed months in advance. Hotels reserved. Vendors preparing.

But now, one must imagine the buyer’s remorse forming quietly in the minds of would-be travelers — not from rumor, but from atmosphere. States of Emergency. Heightened security. Regional unease. Uncertain borders. A sense that levity and freedom are no longer guaranteed.

Carnival is not merely celebration. It is production. It is music, mas, costume design, pan yards, seamstresses, wire-benders, feather-makers, drivers, caterers, DJs, promoters, bartenders, guesthouses, taxi drivers, and entire cottage industries that rely on this short season to survive the rest of the year.

When Carnival falters, the economy falters.

Even if I were personally considering travel home for February, the weight of anxiety now overshadows the impulse. Not because Trinidad and Tobago lacks beauty or culture — but because a nation in crisis cannot sell ease, even when it sings.

Even the language of our own rhythms feels like social commentary.

There’s a popular chorus — “Oh, and then she bubble and she bubble and she wine / (Push back) is the greatest bend over…” — that on the surface is celebration, movement, joy. But embedded in that local lyricism is a deeper cultural metaphor: relentless motion, repeated yielding, a choreography that alternates delight with relent.

It is this metaphorical bend over that many of us feel when we consider the precarious position Trinidad and Tobago now occupies on the geopolitical stage.

Even if I were thinking of traveling home for February — to Carnival, to family, to culture — the levity and the anxiety of the perceived crises within our borders are overshadowing any impetus to come home.

And here is the part I must say plainly — and yes, very undiplomatic:

Trinidad and Tobago — we are the victims of the greatest bend over.

Like the familiar refrain, “Take it easy, I will do the work, you doh have to wine up yuhself,” the sense is not just of rhythm or dance, but of repeated acquiescence — to forces that pull us into a sequence of motion that is not entirely our own.

That which is allegory in a song begins to feel uncomfortably literal in the realm of geopolitics.

This precarious position — a nation that once stood firm on its sovereignty — now finds itself caught between a narrative of “killing drug traffickers,” and the larger machinery of a U.S. administration whose priorities increasingly resemble broader strategic interests: maritime enforcement, energy access, and regional leverage.

Here, the metaphor of the “bend over” is not crass. It is cultural critique — a way of naming the experience of a nation that has ceded ground in its own name, and now faces the consequence of external pressures that were once unthinkable.

The malady is not simply fear. It is consequence. Travel confidence is fragile. Tourism is a trust economy. And when trust declines, the first casualty is the season that cannot be postponed: Carnival — our highest tourist moment, our most labor-intensive cultural economy, our most visible international invitation.

The consequence of destabilization is not poetic. It is measurable: fewer arrivals, fewer bookings, fewer costumes sold, fewer vendors earning, fewer small businesses surviving, fewer artists able to carry the year.

The greatest bend over is not a calypso verse.

It is the lived experience of a country whose sovereignty is pressured and leveraged while its people pay the bill — in anxiety, in disrupted movement, and in economic loss.

This is not prophecy. It is not hysteria. It is not betrayal.

It is insistence on agency. It is resistance to being bent into submission. It is a call to see clearly — before the music stops.

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