Friday, January 27, 2023

Racism and the truth about the Uganda Asians

 Racism and the truth about the Ugandan Asians

Like all racists, we fantasised that Africans wanted our women. Rumour was that 'our' girls were being raped by black Ugandans

Yasmin Alibhai-Brown

Monday 05 August 2002

 

The Independent (UK

It is exactly 30 years today that Doctor Idi Amin Dada, His Excellency, Life President of Uganda, life Field Marshal, Al Haj, Conqueror of the British Empire and the Last King of Scotland, stood in his pyjamas and announced to his army cronies that Allah had instructed him in a dream to expel all Asians from his country and to confiscate their homes and their businesses by 9 November 1972. If any Asians were seen in Uganda after that date, he warned: "I will make you feel as if you are sitting on fire. Your main interest has been to exploit the economy for years and now I say to you all – Go!". That famous laugh gurgled up darkly, and his big face beamed.

Most Asians thought he was just rattling them. The UK government was unruffled – after all they had supported his coup in 1971. Although things had soured, Amin was felt to be a man the British could manipulate, trained by our soldiers, a chap who loved the Queen. They were wrong. Amin may have been a little mad, but he was ruthless and a clever populist who meant to carry out this expulsion.

Ugandan Asians were a small minority – about 60,000 – but we were the visible middle class, descendants of indentured labourers (enslaved men, only with a little money promised at the end of their long tenure) brought over by the British, later followed by desperate landless farmers, small shopkeepers and, in the early fifties, professionals from India and Pakistan.

 

The imperial plan was to create a racially defined commercial and professional class and we happily obliged, making good and keeping our heads down. We didn't much care for independence when it came in 1962, and we did what was necessary – bribes, public demonstrations of support for this minister or that – anything that could keep us living enchanted lives in a natural paradise.

I remembered all this with a jolt last week, on a boat going down the Nile towards Aswan in Egypt, halfway through the best holiday I have ever had ( an apology: last year I said I would not go to Egypt because I feared hard-line Islamists. I was wrong. The people were exceptionally warm and open-minded). I sobbed without being able to explain why. Looking at the densely packed banana trees and small huts, tethered goats, wandering cows, fishermen and the huge dam, I now think it was just a surge of memory and loss, that knowledge that there is no going back.

This river meanders up from Lake Victoria where I swam and picnicked, even trod on a crocodile once thinking it was a log, and these were the pictures I drew as a small child. It is still hard not to miss your homeland, although I love London now and would never give up all that I have slowly built over the decades. Many Ugandan Asians have similar ambiguous views – that so much was lost and even more gained when Amin banished us from a country that we had helped build.

Some older people have been unable to talk about the humiliation they went through. Their grief lingers on, with a sense of terrible injustice. In a searing essay, Paul Theroux, who was in Uganda in 1967, wrote: "I believe the Asians to be the most lied-about race in Africa; the reactions of most Africans and Europeans in East Africa to the Asian presence are flagrantly racist." Trevor Grundy, the white editor of the Kenyan newspaper The Nation, was also well known for his support of Asians in the face of some hideous black and white prejudices.

We have since become one of Britain's fables. Idi Amin is seen as the big, black, demonic monster; we are his heroic victims saved by graceful and fair Britannia who received us into her soft bosom. Nurtured thus we rose again to become frightfully good millionaires. Jean Cocteau said that history is facts that become lies in the end, and that legends are lies that become history in the end. These are legends and lies that have become history. Never forget that when we came here in 1972 Enoch Powell was at his most powerful, although there were thousands of people who did welcome us and the mood was not as hysterically anti-immigration as it is today. Nor was Idi Amin as wholly demented as people believe.

I met him in 1968. He was head of the army and I was staying in State House barracks with 40 other young people, taken there to spend three months with the then President of Uganda, Milton Obote, and his family. Obote was worried that the student revolts in Europe would spread to Uganda, so he wanted us to see how his government worked, but more importantly he hoped to identify possible troublemakers. Several students disappeared from our group. I remember thinking even as a schoolgirl that Amin was both charming and cunning. When he threw us out he knew it would be a popular move among Africans, and it was.

Envy was only part of the reason. A small racial minority obviously more wealthy than the majority obviously created resentment, sometimes among people who didn't understand how much work and thrift had gone into the success they saw. (Although another lie is that we were all rich. We were not, but we were never as poor as Africans). In the last years we spent there, we were made to feel insecure and terrified, much as the white farmers of Zimbabwe are now, and that was wrong. Some Africans and Asians were developing friendships and a new destiny, but they were a minority.

 

We Asians did not share our wealth and skills as much as we should have, and we did illegally send out money – both accusations levelled by Amin. And most Asians were deeply racist, unable to imagine marrying Africans and living with them as equals. Like all racists we fantasised that Africans wanted to possess our women. So rumours spread that hundreds of "our" girls were raped by black Ugandans, unsubstantiated wild allegations that were repeated in a newspaper only this week.

My father died without speaking to me three years after I had played Juliet in a school production. My school had started admitting black children and our Romeo was black you see, too much even for my "egalitarian" father. I wonder how many of my school friends will recall this scandal at our first reunion this month. Some of my family – not my mother – shared these attitudes, and when I described these in my book No Place Like Home, several stopped speaking to me. No great loss. Asian papers also condemned me because they too want to forget the wrongs we did

They prefer self-pity or distasteful triumphalism ("See, they could do nothing without us!"). A few years ago I went to Neasden Temple where the present President of Uganda, Yoweri Museveni, was on a reconciliation mission. Eight thousand Asians gathered to hear him announce that properties and homes were being handed back. Priests anointed, garlanded and blessed him. Then came his fierce speech where he reminded us that only 10 (if that) of us were killed: "When I was in the bush fighting, you were in Shepherd's Bush. I got rid of Amin. Half a million of my people died. So come back to your country, help us rebuild, but remember the truth." Yes, remember the truth, especially today.

 

PS: I was never the editor of The Nation, just Features Editor. I resigned because I and Cyprian Fernandes were ordered by Michael Curtis, the Aga Khan’s representative in Nairobi  and Paris, not to publish anything more about what was happening to Asians in Uganda until the Aga Khan had got his Ismaili Community out of that African country into Canada, the UK and other parts of the world. At that time, Kenya was lauded in the British press and government as ‘the mirror of democracy in Africa.’ Trevor Grundy.

 

OLAF RIBEIRO: The Ribeiros of Kenya, a dynasty

 OLAF RIBEIRO: The Ribeiros of Kenya, a dynasty


By Olaf Ribeiro



My grandfather Rosendo Ayres Ribeiro MRCS. Born Goa Feb. 17, 1870. Died in Nairobi, Kenya, 1951. Interned in Cemetery in Nairobi.

Margarita Lourenco. Born June 10, 1881, in Goa. Married Rosendo Ribeiro in 1908 in Nairobi, Kenya. Known for guitar playing. Died November 2, 1966. Interned in Cemetery in Nairobi next to her husband.

 

         

Marguerite Lourence Ribeiro           Dr Rosendo Ribeiro

                                                           2-7-1870  2-2-1951



For his services, my grandfather was conferred an OBE by Britain in 1932 and the award of Commander Of The Order Of Benemerencia from the Portuguese government in 1947. 

He discovered a cure for Malaria that he sold to the British in exchange for land. The British went on to profit handsomely from this transaction.

My grandfather also discovered Bubonic Plaque and a developed a cure for it.

My grandfather was also responsible for being a founding member of the Dr. Ribeiro Goan school in Nairobi many of whose alumni went on to become outstanding members of the community.

He died in 1951, aged 80. His remains are interred at the City Park cemetery in Parklands, Nairobi.

Excerpts from handwritten notes left by my grandfather and from the book “The Kenya Pioneers by Errol Trebinski W.W.  Norton & Co. (1985). First American Edn. 1986).




 

















Another take on DR Ribeiro:

Goacom Biography Series - By John J. D'Souza - Following the arrival of the railway in 1897, Nairobi had soon grown into a town with muddy streets and ramshackle wood and sheet-metal buildings built on stone plinths to ward off termites. …..Dr Rosendo Ayres Ribeiro appears on this scene in Nairobi, February 1900, as the first private medical doctor. For 6 months he and his assistant, Mr C. Pinto, shared a tent as home and practice. In the evenings by candlelight they made up prescriptions of his invention, including a special malarial cure which was patented and eventually sold to an international company. Later, when the Indian Bazaar expanded, he built his surgery from the packing cases used for shipping his drug supplies from England. It was Dr. Ribeiro who, in 1902, had diagnosed bubonic plague in two Somali patients and reported it. The Medical Officer of Health, with no experience of tropical diseases, panicked at the news, ordered the Indian Bazaar evacuated and burnt to the ground.
Dr. Ribeiro's surgery went up in flames with the rest. The government in recognition for his services gave him a concession of 16 acres of land in the township, part of which he was able to sell to Julios Campos, another Goan Pioneer. A street, Campos Ribeiro Avenue was named after them. In Nairobi the automobile was yet to come into its own then. Horses were still relied upon to get around town, but they suffered from an equine fever in the hot tropical climate, which reduced their life span considerably. It was felt that the thousands of zebras that populated the grasslands around Nairobi should be trained to replace horses. Two schools of thought emerged on this subject. The first were of the opinion that the animals were stupid and untrainable. The second took the side of the zebras. They concluded that the zebra species had already done enough for human kind ….. They gave aesthetic appeal to the many zoos over the world, made street crossings safe for children, and had their skins crafted into numerous home furnishings and wall hangings. There was no need for zebras to go further, and make asses of themselves!
An exception seems to have been made for Dr. Ribeiro. He managed to train a zebra, and ride him around town for house calls. As a founder member of the Goan Institute, he rode his zebra right up to the verandah of the club and hitched it to the front post. A photo of Dr. Ribeiro on his famous zebra is included in the 1950 Souvenir Brochure of Nairobi City to convince sceptics of this account! Dr. Ribeiro rendered sterling service to the community. He was known to personally attend to even the most minor ailments of his patients ….. Like removing a jigger from one's foot: a job which could easily be done by his assistants.
In the early thirties, when the community faced a problem in finding adequate schools for its children, he made his premises available for use as classrooms. He made a large donation to the institution which later became the "Dr. Ribeiro Goan School, Nairobi"…. In the time following WWII, when only a few in the community could afford cars, Dr. Ribeiro now quite aged, was chauffered around in the newest American limousine of the day. It was quite a sight to see him arrive with his wife for high mass at St. Francis Xavier Church. The limo drove up to the front steps of the church, the doors opened for the doctor, impeccably dressed in morning suit and his distinctive homburg hat, to emerge, accompanied by Mrs Ribeiro, wearing a fox fur stole. The parish priest and mass servers were at the church doors to greet him, and then only could the mass commence.
Dr. Ribeiro gave a sense of style to colonial life in Kenya. He is no doubt remembered even today when alumni of the school which once carried his name gather for reunions, or write down the school name on job applications.
Advertiser - 25/6/1909 - Advert - Try! Dr. Ribeiro's Anti Malarial Specific Pills - R. Ayres & Co., Chemists & Druggists, Nairobi
Nicholls - the hospitals were firmly racially segregated. This was difficult for Dr Rozendo Ayres Ribeiro, a Goan medical doctor resident in the EAP since 1899, who sometimes treated whites in his surgery and pharmacy in Victoria Street. His anti-malaria tablets, made to his own formula, were moreover much sought after by the settlers, though he was never accepted socially by them.
EAHB 1904 - Nairobi Residents, Merchants - Ribeiro, Dr. R. - Medical Practitioner, Victoria Street
Barnes - Nairobi City Park Cemetery - Dr Rosendo Ayres Ribeiro, died 2 Feb 1951 aged 80 AND Margarida Courenco [sic] Ribeiro, died 4 Nov 1966 aged 84
Gazette - 15/1/1906 - Member of Nairobi Township Committee - 1906 - R. Ribeiro

HBEA 1912 - Member of Nairobi Municipal Committee. Physician & surgeon arrived in BEA in May 1899. It is put to his credit that he discovered the first outbreak of bubonic plague in Nairobi in 1902





Bishop Altino Ribeiro with Pope John XX111





  At our house in Nairobi, with my Godfather Bishop Anthony and godmother Esther de Sousa

                                                                                     Altino Ribeiro de Santana – this name will live forever as part of history, not just of Goa, first as part of the ‘Estado da India Portuguesa’ and then as part and parcel of the Indian Union, but also of Angola and Mozambique, then Portuguese colonies and now independent countries.


Below is a biography written by my cousin Teresa Colaço

 

Born in the village of Porvorim, Socorro, Taluka of Bardez, Goa, on 19th October, 1915 to Dr. Graciano André João Ribeiro de Santana and Rosa Maria Carmela Rodrigues Chicó, 8th in order of filiation, Altino Ribeiro de Santana after his primary studies, decided to dedicate his life to Christ, entering the Seminary at an early age. He was ordained a Priest on 9th October, 1938 and after having served as Assistant Parish Priest and Military Chaplain, earned the degree of Doctor in Theology from the Gregorian University at Rome. He served in the capacity of Professor at his Alma Mater – the Rachol Seminary and also as the first Rector of the Minor Seminary at Saligão in Goa. At the young age of 39.7 he became the first Priest from the Archdiocese of Goa to be appointed Bishop and was consecrated as such on 23rd October, 1955 at the Sé Cathedral at Old Goa. Here I recall my mother telling me that his proud mother who once upon a time when asked by someone why he became a Priest and replied that you have to give the best to God, was present on this joyous occasion. This showed her unselfish love and no regrets. 

Meanwhile on 27th July, 1955 Pope Paul VI (now Blessed) created the Diocese of Sá da Bandeira in Angola. Most Reverend Bishop Altino Ribeiro de Santana was appointed its first Bishop and served the people of his Diocese as a true missionary, faithfully and tirelessly and was very much loved by them. Often during his pastoral visits he drove his jeep to the remote areas of his Diocese to tend to those in need and uplift them. He was at Sá da Bandeira from 9th January, 1956 to the beginning of 1972 when he was appointed Bishop of the Diocese of Beira, Mozambique, on 19th February, 1972. Here too he shepherded and served his new flock in the same manner. He had arrived in Beira at the height of the crisis of the ‘white’ Priests of Macuti case and this was where he lay down his life on 27th February, 1973, barely a year since he had taken over. His life and his work were cut short by the regime in power then for as Pastor having dutifully defended 2 such ‘white’ Priests accused of crimes against the State security and he died a real martyr for his Lord of a massive cardiac arrest days after a bomb was used to frighten him outside his residence where the 2 Priests were sheltered. His first heart attack had come during the course of a break in the judicial hearings but after recovering he testified in the Court. After his body was buried in Beira, later on the people of Sá da Bandeira asked that his mortal remains be brought to their city where he had lived 16 long years amongst them, enriching their lives. This was done on 4th April, 1974 and the mortal remains placed in the Cathedral of Lubango (new name of Sá da Bandeira). During his posting at Sá da Bandeira, Bishop Altino Ribeiro de Santana attended the 2nd Council of the Vatican at Rome on 11th October, 1962, participating in the deliberations held therein. The Municipal Council of Lubango (old Sá da Bandeira) corroborated the request of its people and as a tribute to the memory of their most loved Shepherd of happy memories, a City road was named after him.

Bishop Altino Ribeiro de Santana was an epitome of gentleness, simplicity, affable to a fault, self-giving, loving, caring, humble, and courageous and above all a great human being and humanist who gave his best, be it to the Church, his people or his family. After having being abroad for a long span of time of about 14 years, Bishop Altino returned to Goa – his motherland in 1970 to see and meet with his siblings and their families. I remember we had a big family reunion at the ancestral house at Porvorim and some of the memories are still vivid in my mind. Alas, nobody could have guessed that this would have been his last visit to the Goa and his family which he loved so dearly. Though we miss him greatly, we have very dear memories of his work done etched in photographs as well as on a big elephant tusk uniquely carved by the people of Angola which has been donated by his family to the Museum of Christian Art at Old Goa and has been displayed there for posterity.  

 

A personal memoir by my brother Hubert:

Whatever men do is always inevitably regarded from the worst side: faults make an incredible impression, but beauties soon slip from our memory. It is different with Dom Altino. We cannot remember his faults because they were not discernable even to the most astute observer.

Now that he is dead what dominate our memory are the beauty, the dignity, and the achievement of his life.

 

Dom Altino was one of Goa’s greatest sons, and few will be found to deny that greatness.  I do not mean the public, pompous greatness of the politician, for the politician out of office is too often seen to have been an empty rhetorician; nor do I mean the tawdry and arrogant greatness of the military general, for without an army he is a tin soldier, a tame hero. A change of circumstances, and the character isolated is seen to be very different from what had originally been supposed. I refer to Dom Altino’s greatness as a human being, which remained unaltered no matter what the circumstances.



 

Mgr. Padre Orlando Ribeiro de Santana

My uncle Orlando was the brother of Bishop Altino. He was overshadowed most of his life by his brother Bishop Altino. However, Rev. Orlando was quite accomplished during his lifetime. He was born in the ancestral home of his parents in Porvorim, Goa. 

He accompanied his brother Bishop Altino Ribeiro to Sa da Bandeira, Angola and later to the Diocese of Beira, Mozambique. After the death of his brother in Mozambique, he returned to Goa and resumed some of his former work as Spiritual Director of the “Comitium” of Legion of Mary and Director of the Apostleship of Prayer, parish priest of Lage and also Professor in the Jau Seminary. Later, he was appointed Honorary Professor of the seminar of our Lady at Saligao-Pilerne, lecturing on World Literature, Economics, English and Portuguese.

           

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Saligao Church: former rector Mgr.  Orlando Ribeiro 

Publications by Rev. Mgr. Orlando Ribeiro de Santana

A Pastor writes to his people. Goa, 1988. 166 pages.

Pastoral Musings, Goa 1979. 55 pages.

A peep at the Angolan Literary Tradition and Parnassus. 44pp. Goa.

Neto’s Poetry – a Rift and a Conquest.14 pp. Goa

 

Henrique Ribeiro

My uncle Henrique, brother of Bishop Altino and Rev. Orlando, was a star athlete in Bombay, India. He was the All-India Badminton champion. He was also an All-India Track champion. I remember seeing his trophies in the upstairs hall of our Porvorim home. There was a large display cabinet holding his trophies, a large table holding smaller trophies and the rest were placed on the floor. It was quite a sight to me. I always held Henrique in awe. He later went on to teach English literature at the University of Bombay. 

Dr. Ayres L. Ribeiro.


 

Ayres Ribeiro was the son of my grandfather Rosendo Ribeiro. He was educated at Cambridge University, England where he was also known as a champion Chess Player while at Cambridge. His fair skin and English accent made him look more English than Goan. I remember when he came back from Britain and went on picnics with the family, he always wore his bowler hat, tie and waistcoat while the rest of us were in safari outfits!

 

He used to regale us with some of his patients' ailments at the dinner table on Sunday afternoons much to my mother’s perturbation “ Ayres, the children are too young to listen to this kind of stuff” she would say. He would continue and laugh at his own jokes resulting in his ample belly rolling against the edge of the table.

 

He practiced medicine in Nairobi for several years before becoming the police pathologist. I recall once being invited by him to watch a post mortem of an Indian woman who had committed suicide by setting herself on fire.  Although my uncle took it in stride cutting open the body and sawing open the skull, I could barely stop from throwing up. It was the one and only post mortem that I ever attended!

Before long, my uncle became well-known as the police pathologist. One day he was asked to testify in the murder trial of a well-known politician since he had done the post-mortem of the victim. He was warned about his safety but insisted on flying to the trial. The plane he was travelling in blew up on the way killing my uncle and all aboard. It was a tragic end to a career he loved. It took me a long time to recover from the news of his tragic death.

 






Graciano Gerry Ribeiro.  MB, FFR, FRCR, Clinical Oncologist at the Consultant Radiotherapy Unit  (Christie hospital).



My older brother Gerry was born in Nairobi Kenya. We spent an idyllic childhood playing marbles and other indoor games such as tabalas and carom (two East Indian games). Gerry showed an aptitude for the piano which is not surprising since our mother was such a good piano player. Often after coming back from school, I would see my brother at the grand piano in the living room practicing until Father Wargosy from the local Catholic church came over to tutor him. I recall having to attend my brother’s recitals at the local Conservatory of Music every few months. 

After graduation from High School, my brother studied in Dublin, Ireland where he obtained his medical degrees.  He later took up a position at the Christie Radium Hospital as a radiotherapist. He then went on to research the drug Tamoxifen on patients with male breast cancer. His research hospital was the first to do trials with Tamoxifen on female breast cancer in 1969 and published the first research paper on this drug in 1971. My brother’s research on the effect of Tamoxifen on male breast cancer publish in the British Medical Journal was the only one of its kind to be published anywhere in the world. Some of his research papers are given below:

1 .Adjuvant Tamoxifen For Operable Carcinoma Of The Breast: Report Of Clinical Trial By The Christie Hospital And Holt Radium Institute (pp. 827-830)

2. Conservation of the breast using two different radiotherapy techniques: Interim report of a clinical trial. 3. G. G. Ribeiro,  M.Harris 3, S.S.Banerjee3 Breast carcinoma associated with pregnancy: a clinician's dilemma.

4. GG Ribeiro, MK Palmer - British medical journal, 1977. Two methods for measurement of Oestradiol-17B and Progesterone receptors in Human Breast Cancer and correlation with response to treatment. D. M. Barnes, G.G. Ribeiro and L. G. Skinner. European J. Cancer. Vol. 13, pp. 1133-1143, 1977.

Carcinoma of the male breast: a review of 200 cases. G.G. Ribeiro. Br. J. Surgery Vol. 64 pp. 381-383. 1977

5. Breast carcinoma associated with pregnancy: a clinician’s  dilemma. G.G. Ribeiro.& M.K. Palmer. Brit. Med. J. 1524-1527. 1977

6. The clinical value of multiple steroid receptor assays in breast cancer management

LG Skinner, DM Barnes, GG Ribeiro - Cancer, 1980 - Wiley Online Library

7.Tamoxifen in the treatment of Male Breast Carcinoma. G. G. Ribeiro.  Clinical Radiology 34: 625-628. 1983.

8. A clinical assessment of loading dose Tamoxifen for advanced breast carcinoma. G.G. Ribeiro & P.M. Wilkinson. Clinical Oncology Vol. 10: 363-367. 1984

9. Thirty-four year follow up of patients with breast cancer in clinical trial of postoperative radiotherapy. M.K. Palmer, G.G. Ribeiro. British Medical J. 291: 1088-91 (1985).

10. The Christie Hospital Tamoxifen (Nolvadex) Adjuvant Trial for Operable Breast Carcinoma- 7 yr. results. G. Ribeiro & R. Swindell. Euro. J. Cancer Clin. Oncol. Vol.21: 897-900. 1985.

11. Male breast carcinoma – A review of 301 case from the Christie Hospital & Holt Radium Institute, Manchester. G. G. Ribeiro. Br. J. Cancer51:115-119. 1985

12, Carcinoma of the breast associated with pregnancy. G. Ribeiro, D.A. Jones & M. Jones. Br. J. of Surg. Vol 73:607-609. 1986.

13. Mortality Patterns over 34 years of Breast Cancer Patients in a Clinical Trial of Post-operative Radiotherapy. Clinical Radiology 40:204-208. 1989

 

Olaf Kenneth Ribeiro. Born in Nairobi, Kenya 9 January 1939.


 


 Author of 3 textbooks and coauthor of another. Publish over 50 scientific papers in refereed journals and author of numerous articles.

 

Salute to a tree legend

History's Heroes Feb 2019 Speech for Olaf

I am so honored to be here tonight to honor a very special islander.  Dr Ribeiro has been active in our community in meaningful ways that restore and protect our island's most vital natural resources. In my opinion, Dr Ribeiro is a genuine example of Bainbridge Island's 'old guard.' These engaged citizens, like Olaf, stand watch as sentinels for our quality of life, and as advocates for systems-thinking which is the gateway towards ecological health for all.

Dr Ribeiro was born in East Kenya and had an international career in plant pathology before he arrived on our island in August of 1981. His life-long passion as a plant pathologist and horticulturist are highly valued among islanders and our city government as well. Dr Ribeiro has been able to use his vast experience as a scientist, steward and educator to inform and rescue many heritage trees on our island.

We oft regard Dr Ribeiro as Bainbridge Island's real-life Lorax. In this wildly popular Dr Seuss children's story, the passionate creature called The Lorax "speaks for the trees." In all the years many of us have had the honor to know Dr. Ribeiro, or as we call him, Olaf, he certainly embodies the spirit of giving voice to the voiceless, much like the whiskered creature that rises from the stump to question and halt an act of deforestation.

Here on Bainbridge Island, we don't have any native Truffula trees, but we do have trees — and lots of them! Environmental, educational and cultural organizations such as IslandWood, the Bainbridge Island Historical Museum, and Sustainable Bainbridge have for several years collaborated with Dr Ribeiro on many community events.  You might be familiar with Olaf’s wildly popular Historic Tree Walks of Downtown Winslow, and I gather – a tree walks to Crystal Springs soon too?  Olaf was instrumental in organizing our island's first-ever Earth Month Bainbridge Island, now an annual event, that serves as an umbrella for much non-profit organization’s programs about Arbor Day and Earth Day.   

Our island needs advocates and a citizenry that is informed and engaged in the protection of our natural resources. Dr Ribeiro walks his own talk every day as he collaborates with groups and individuals to think about intentional growth, lobbies City Hall for stronger protections for trees, plants saplings in our public parks, and like a mad-scientist, mixes up microbe-mycelial cocktails to save heritage trees in Downtown Winslow by healing their root systems. His generosity is bar-none. He gives from his heart, he's tenacious, and most importantly he loves Bainbridge Island.

Dr Ribeiro is certainly one of History’s Heroes.  I’m also proud he is my mentor and my friend.

His expertise, generosity of spirit and Humour inspire us every day.

Hubert Ribeiro de Santana.

My younger brother Hubert, born in Nairobi, Kenya and attended the Dr. Ribeiro Goan School. He showed a talent for the arts from an early age. After graduation from High School he travelled to Britain to study at Huddersfield College. He later moved to Dublin, Ireland to study at Trinity College where he graduated with a degree in English and Philosophy. He got to love Ireland and spend many years there as a writer, before moving to Toronto, Canada, his final destination.

 

Hubert suffered from chronic lung problems due to his premature birth. He underwent several painful operations in England and Ireland to help try and correct his medical condition. However, none were successful and he had to battle his condition until the time of his death.

During his stay in Goa, India, he wrote articles for the local papers and got to be well-known throughout the community. He subsequently returned to Toronto, Canada where he established himself as a well-known writer and painter. His watercolour paintings have been used by UNICEF and Amnesty International. He won several awards for his writing.

 

He published a book on poetry titled El Pellegrino in 1971. (Noel Young Press, Santa Barbara, CA) and another, Danby, Images of Sport - (with original box & Portfolio of full colour prints)- with Ken Danby. He was in the process of completing a novel at the time of his death.

 

Below is a tribute to my brother Hubert.

 

From the book THE RISE AND FALL OF PHILANTHROPY IN EAST AFRICA: THE ASIAN CONTRIBUTION by Robert G. Gregor, and in particular the chapter on literature and the arts.

An exception was the Goans, who, because of their Western  orientation suffered no religious restraints in their enjoyment of European arts and literature. As early as 1908 there was a Goan Drama Club in Nairobi, and in 1909 the Goan Union of Mombasa was presenting stage performances to audiences as large as three hundred....

Despite lack of recognition in the anthologies on East Africa, the Asians' most successful poet in these years was probably Hubert Ribeiro. Unlike the others, he wrote from the beginning as an expatriate in isolation.

He was born in 1942 into a well-known Nairobi Goan family. His grandfather was Nairobi's first medical doctor. After local schooling Ribeiro was sent to the Huddersfield College of Technology in Yorkshire, where, inspired by a professor, he developed a keen interest in the Irish poet William Butler Yeats.

He then enrolled in Trinity College, Dublin, and concentrated on English literature and metaphysics, and took up painting and photography as well as poetry. His plans for an academic career were terminated by tuberculosis, and in 1971 after two operations he returned to Goa to live splendidly but alone in the family's three-hundred-year-old home.

His first volume of poetry, El Peregrino (The Wanderer), was rejected by an East Africa publisher as not East African. "But I am East African," Ribeiro argued. "My only commitment is to my art." Later he admitted, however, that all his sympathies were Anglo-Irish. "I write for them, not the Africans."

The volume was soon published (1971) in California and went through three editions.

By 1973 Ribeiro had written poems for two other volumes to be issued under the same title. His work poignantly reflects the mind of a dispossessed Asian who has not yet found happiness in another society.

"I have a problem of self-identity," he confided. "I don't fit anywhere!"


 



 

Susan Glover Ribeiro Sullivan: (29/1/45-2/9/25)

 

Married to Olaf Ribeiro 1969-1991.

A gifted scientist whose work was published in prestigious scientific Journals. Later on she formed a company SUBRIDEN RNA that supplied a key component to scientist’s worldwide working in DNA research. The name SUBRIDEN was a contraction of the three company founders’ names –Susan, Brian & Dennis.

Publications:

Reid, Brian, N. Susan Ribeiro, L. McCollum, J.Abbate & R. Hurd. 1977. High- Resolution Nuclear Magnetic Resonance Determination of Transfer RNA Tertiary Base pairs in Solution. 1. Species containing a small variable loop. Biochemistry. Viol. 16. Pages 2086-2093

Reid, B.R., Ribeiro, N.S. Gould, G., Robillard, G.,Hilber, C.W., & Schulman. G. Proc. Natl. Acad. Science, USA72,204-2051

Benight , A.Langowski, J. Ribeiro, Susan & Schurr, J. M. D

Thomas, J. C., Schurr, J. M. Reid, B., Ribeiro, S. & Hare, D. Effect of Mg2+ on solution conformation of two different transfer ribonucleic acids., Biochemistry 1984. 23: 5414-5420.

   

Konrad Ribeiro NovEMBER 3, 1974



My son Konrad was born one cold winter’s day in Morgantown W.VA. He was a difficult child due to his restless energy. Eventually we got him into swimming hoping it would dissipate some of his boundless energy. He turned out to excel in swimming and before long we were travelling with his swim club attending meetings around the state. Before long he had a wall full of first-place finishes and trophies for “Best Swimmer”. While in high school he broke several swim records. Meanwhile, he got into Water Polo and again excelled in this sport. It was a joy watching him play.

We have never had a close relationship ever since the day he yelled at me in the living room “I Hate You Dad” when I objected about what he wanted to do with his future.

Konrad Ribeiro is Head of Sales Excellence for Large Customer Sales at Google, based in their Playa Vista, CA office. He is building a bespoke program for developing the practice, coaching, and selling skills of nearly 3,000 managers and account executives across the US. Prior to this role, he was Head of Industry in Media & Entertainment. His team worked with major motion picture studios, TV networks, and home entertainment clients to continually push the edge of how digital media and data were used to find and delight entertainment consumers. As a leader, he's passionate about the power of coaching, storytelling, and mentoring early career talent. He's been at Google for over a decade. Prior to the big G, he had stops in Brand Management at Activision and Disney, and short stint in operations consulting. He regularly receives above average performance ratings in the role of "husband" to a wonderful human being named Jenn, "parent" to two phenomenal young people, Frankie (14) and Sophie (9) and "guy who feeds me" to a 17-pound cat named Romeo.

1) How do you define critical thinking?

Funny enough, despite my advocacy of "critical thinking," I think the real practicable skill is problem solving. Critical thinking is an orientation towards how we look at problems. Problem solving is the means to the end. Having a repeatable, reliable framework for approaching complex, multivariate problems with limited or ambiguous information is the currency that delivers real value in the real world.

2) What does critical thinking look like in the professional world today?

With the mass adoption of cheap computing power, all the "easy problems" related to finding patterns in large data sets will be solved by machine learning. Of course, they aren't "easy," so much as reliably addressed by the power of ML.  As my colleague, Google's Global Creative Director Ben Jones says, machine learning is like having an army of a million interns. You can't compete with that kind of brute processing power. Thus, the differentiator for our future business leaders will be the ability to solve complex problems that require creativity and non-linear thinking. At Google, we're always looking for people who have a process for addressing the hard problems and can consistently apply that process to crafting elegant, novel solutions, particularly when there isn't a clear "right answer." All the problems worth solving will require the ability to take the data one has...and the data one doesn't...to come up with a defendable plan of action. Added bonus if you can do it with velocity!

3) How do you teach critical thinking?

I tell my students on Day 1: Marketing is changing so fast that any particular "fact" that I might teach will likely be outdated, irrelevant, or possibly wrong within a couple of years. At work, we can scarcely use industry insights or product information that's more than a year old. I can't imagine using a pitch deck from pre-covid. The changes to consumer behaviour alone over the past 18 months mean we must put a critical eye towards strategy. With that in mind, my focus is on time-tested marketing frameworks and concepts that work no matter what else changes. Even if there are radical shifts in consumer behaviour, technology, or regulation, the fundamentals of successful marketing change relatively slowly, if at all. So, I focus on drilling the process of solving marketing challenges. No multiple-choice questions on tests! No fill-in-the-blanks! I want to see how a student thinks through a problem with many possible solutions, how they put the tools to use to tackle a particularly thorny marketing challenge. For me, the beauty of marketing, particularly brand marketing, is the element of taking what one does know, making reasonable assumptions about what one doesn't, or can't, know and then crafting a defendable solution.

4) Why does critical thinking matter? 

Sooner rather than later, computers will take most of the work that was previously the province of early career professionals, such as rote analysis or task-oriented work. We're seeing this now with automation in media. ML-driven optimization is making media more efficient and effective than ever, but at the cost of threatening the jobs of people who used to manually pull the levers and twist the dials. With that in mind, the differentiator for our students will be critical thinking, problem-solving, creativity, lateral thinking, and cross-functional teamwork. Computers aren't good at those things (yet!) Critical thinking is the price of entry for future business professionals. Weaving it into our teaching is imperative.                                   

 

 

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