Yesterday I took some house guests for a tour of Clifton Heritage Park and the Antonius Roberts Sacred Space sculptures.
I left sometime later with a deep sense of shame and outrage.
Once pristine walking trails in the park have been ravaged by four wheeled ATV traffic; piles of old tires, rotting BEC cable reels, an abandoned Heritage Park tour buggy, litter the beachside landscape and trail verges.
A couple of dilapidated shacks, one abandoned, another apparently catering to cruise passengers shuttled there, serves booze and barbequed food in the midst of the plantation slave ruins and next to park signage prohibiting alcoholic beverages and food, ostensibly with the blessing of the Clifton Heritage Authority. Any further proliferation of this would be wholly undesirable.
The roadsides at the Sacred Space sculptures are even more distressing, piles of garbage and debris from illegal dumping mar the surrounding landscape.
They say a picture paints a thousand words; the ones I have attached speak volumes showing that nothing, regrettably, is sacred to many Bahamians.
Ian Mabon.
January 22, 2018