An old song in the West Indies has a refrain: "Mama don't want no peas, no rice, no coconut oil." Mama wants them now. If food from the mainland is not run past submarine packs in the blue-green Caribbean Sea, panic, riots and revolt are imminent. Last week in Jamaica, worried, corseted Colonial Governor Sir Arthur Richards invoked the wartime use of flogging to curb: 1) sporadic outbreaks of violence by roving bands of hungry, unemployed natives; 2) a "wild or acute form of panic."
Fear of starvation and a long-smoldering resentment at...
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