In the early Sixties, my older brother Ray Lightburn took me on a ride that I am still on. The horse's name was "REVOLUTION". Every organization in town was lead by an Englishman, "Brittania Rules the Waves". George Price was the savior of the Nation, "Lindey" Rodgers was the godfather of the South. Ray Lightburn was the man of the hour.
They sent him to the ports of Belize to change the face of the nation. The Steveadors were making a little more than 30 cents an hour. After ten days of strike they were making more than 80 cents an hour. We moved to the North and then to the South. Sugar Cane was under fire, we called it "Huerta" (Fire). The Heat was on, the oranges and the bananas were spoiling and Ray Lightburn was at the head at the storm. We recruited future leaders of the peaceful revolution: David McCoy, Jesus Ken, Florenso Marin and everybody named Briceno - young and old.
Eventually we ended up in Gallon Jug to overthrow the BEC Mahogony industry. There were trains taking the Mahogony to Hill Bank. We burnt the staves under the train track, nothing moved. We were getting ready to head back to Belize on the afternoon flight to the Municipal Airport when we got the word from the brothers that the commissioner of Police, another Englishman was waiting for us.
The Brothers in Gallon Jug then smuggled us to Hill Bank by train and then to Orange Walk by boat through the New River Lagoon. We saw Lamanai when it was still a baby crocodile. Finally they put us in a truck with cows and pigs to the Pound Yard Bridge where we were picked up by a taxi which took us back to "THE TEMPLE", 81 West Canal where the smell of shit was sweet!
IT'S CALLED "THE PEACEFUL REVOLUTION":
I came into this world with nothing and when I leave I will take nothing, but by God when I go I will leave you with Something! If Dogs run free, why not we? Mad dogs and Englishmen,
Clinton "PULU" Lightburn in the name of Ray Lightburn, the baddest dude that never was!!! www.facebook.com/PuluBelize