"White
gal!" the barefoot man shouted, pointing at her with a half empty bottle
of white rum. He wore a vest and torn shorts and his eyes glared. Leigh
McCaulay turned her head away--it was a familiar, damning description echoing
from her childhood. She watched the traffic light, which remained on red (11).
In Diana McCaulay's latest novel, Huracan, the
phrase "white gal" serves as a catalyst for Leigh McCaulay, the
protagonist, to reconcile the atrocities of white colonialism with her relationship
to the landscape and black people of Jamaica. Taking its title from the Taino
word for "storm," the novel weaves together two centuries of
reimagined family history and uses the leitmotif of the hurricane to explore
the complexity of white identity in a black nation.
From the
first encounter with the barefoot man, the racial tensions are evident. In an
interesting list of adjectives that suggests moral equivalency, Leigh
cannot find the correct word to describe him: "He tipped the bottle of
white rum to his head and Leigh could see his throat muscles working. How to
describe him -- poor man, sufferer, black man, rum head, bhuto, Jamaican man?" (11). The
"light which remained on red" also serves as an apt metaphor for
Leigh's connection to the island. Since childhood, Leigh has been stuck in
emotional paralysis, unable to resolve her relationship with black Jamaicans.
In her childhood, it was easier to disappear: "Then she had burned her
skin in the sun, hoping to pass for brown, wanting unremarked passage" (22).
However,
with the mysterious death of her mother and return from America, Leigh contends
with the familiar contradictions: "In Jamaica, people like her had the
freedom of an abundant land, but in America she had the freedom to be one of
the people" (39). Added to this is Leigh's outsider status as prodigal.
"Fine,
Father," she said. "It's good
to be home." This last statement was expected. Jamaicans who had never
left the island expected deference from the prodigals. They, the faithful, had
stuck it out -- the politics, the crime, the poverty. The flirtation with
socialism, the austerity programmes, the empty supermarket shelves. They had
not run. They had not had the benefit of a foreign education. They were the
born yahs, grow yahs, never left yahs. They were the tough ones, the ones who
deserved Jamaica (26).
As she
begins to reacclimate herself with Jamaican life and the details of her
mother's death, Leigh becomes romantically involved with Danny, a young black
Jamaican man. She crosses the "color line" that her forebears,
Zachary McCaulay, a bookkeeper on a sugar plantation, and John McCaulay, a
Baptist missionary, had to confront in the course of their family's history in
the island. All three characters must resolve their status within a system of
white privilege--sometimes at the cost of their humanity. Throughout the novel,
Leigh and her ancestors make the mistake of transgressing the trappings of
white privilege and have to be reminded of their position in society
"So,"
Bannister said, "how are you finding Fortress?"
"Quiet.
Few people at service last Sunday. No horse available here -- I'll have to make
a trip to Falmouth for that I'm told."
"You
should do that as soon as possible. It's unseemly for you to be seen walking. You'll
never gain the natives' respect if you're seen on foot too often" (129).
If crossing
the "color line" revealed the characters' conflicts with the culture,
then their encounters with hurricanes exposed their deepest motivations. The
hurricane unmasks the characters' compassion or lack. The eye of the hurricane is a moment of
transformation, and in the case of Zachary McCaulay, the cause of his epiphany
comes from an unlikely source, Madu, the African:
"Wait!" he said. "I telt
ye, I will buy your freedom. Dinna risk the forest and the Maroons. Come back
wi me and I will tell them what happened. Please."
"You caan' buy me freedom,"
she said. "Not fi you to buy.' She left him then and in seconds he could
not see her, nor hear her passing. He had not told her he was grateful (237).
Madu, or
Victoria, as the planters would like to call her, represents the indomitable
African spirit than runs counter to the façade of white privilege of the plutocracy.
Madu will not be a slave. Zachary's recognition of Madu's humanity leads him to
other discoveries which are similar to Leigh's after her experience of the
hurricane: "Jamaicans--we
Jamaicans -- she thought, we tek serious ting and mek joke" (284).
The code
shifting from Standard English to patwa is pitch perfect and signals Leigh's'
movement from paralysis to wholeness. She can identify with Jamaica's story and
has written herself into the narrative of the island.
Huracan is a courageous novel. McCaulay's
deft characterizations and ability to weave of plot lines across two centuries demonstrate
her talents as a remarkable storyteller and witness to uncomfortable truths. Huracan reminds us that in the midst of
slavery there were individuals who were willing to transgress the boundaries of
the color line and claim their humanity--a lesson that Leigh McCaulay learns in
the present and which sets her free.
