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His first job was one of the most dangerous jobs held by many Jamaican Supervisors or “Jamaican Bosses” as they were well known. He found himself down in the gigantic and extremely dangerous pit being dug to accommodate the oceans of waters that would eventually fill the void. With constant explosions, and dirt and dynamite trains running every which way at all times, men lost life and limb before his very eyes.
Later he worked and labored as a Dispensary Director with his people, as both workers and their families in the town of Paraiso sought help for their many ailments. He would also be available for emergencies to those Westindian families who built shacks areas with discarded materials such as the wooden crates the dynamite was packed into in the nearby jungle. The man was on call all the time and the emergencies were frequent and at all hours of the day or night.
Mr. Reid trotted around Paraiso and other worker’s camps dressed as a white man would dress, becoming popular amongst the Westindian workers, and becoming a very important part of their social life. He was a “dresser,” to say the least, and often dressed better than the white supervisors who came to distrust him for the good he did for his people. They frequently sought to demoralize him as his good looks and command of the English language made him symbolize a threat to more and more men, both black and white. At the same time, of course, he was revered by the men under him who were always helped by him. “Out there” in the camps he could be seen with his pit helmet and his beautifully kept attire, including his faultlessly polished leather leggings he had fashioned for himself. He was the envy of his fellow countrymen which is something he could not avoid since he was one of the most trusted supervisors around.
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Later he worked and labored as a Dispensary Director with his people, as both workers and their families in the town of Paraiso sought help for their many ailments. He would also be available for emergencies to those Westindian families who built shacks areas with discarded materials such as the wooden crates the dynamite was packed into in the nearby jungle. The man was on call all the time and the emergencies were frequent and at all hours of the day or night.
Mr. Reid trotted around Paraiso and other worker’s camps dressed as a white man would dress, becoming popular amongst the Westindian workers, and becoming a very important part of their social life. He was a “dresser,” to say the least, and often dressed better than the white supervisors who came to distrust him for the good he did for his people. They frequently sought to demoralize him as his good looks and command of the English language made him symbolize a threat to more and more men, both black and white. At the same time, of course, he was revered by the men under him who were always helped by him. “Out there” in the camps he could be seen with his pit helmet and his beautifully kept attire, including his faultlessly polished leather leggings he had fashioned for himself. He was the envy of his fellow countrymen which is something he could not avoid since he was one of the most trusted supervisors around.
- See more at: http://thesilverpeoplechronicle.com/....gG0MN2O7.dpuf
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