It was election day in the Bahamas, and the procession of straw-hatted dancers snaked through the back streets of Nassau, holding hands and twirling to drums and blaring horns mounted on trucks. To wildly different tunes, they all sang the same campaign lyrics: "All the way! All the way!" The same day, Premier Lynden O. Pindling, 38, strolled into a new suburban school that his government had built on neighboring Andros Island, and cast his vote. "I think a win is sure," he said as he popped into his car. Then he...
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