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“Few have failed to observe that the much vaunted cultural creativity expressed in Trinidad and Tobago has come principally from the ordinary African descended people at the bottom of the economic ladder.”

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Earl Lovelace
Earl Lovelace

Earl Lovelace is a Jamaican novelist known for his profound insights into the social and cultural landscape of the Caribbean. His works often explore themes of race, class, and colonialism, with his most famous novel being 'The Dragon Can't Dance'. more

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