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Sunday, June 22, 2025

Until All Have Crossed: A nation pays tribute to Pat Bishop

by

Ira Mathur
21 days ago
20250601

A Cen­tral Bank con­cert ho­n­ours the woman who shaped our na­tion­al sound, led by Ed­ward Cum­ber­batch and Theron Shaw.

One of Pat Bish­op’s most en­dur­ing con­vic­tions was this: “Un­til all have crossed, none have crossed.” It was a be­lief root­ed in jus­tice, in­clu­sion, and her life­long com­mit­ment to lift­ing up her peo­ple through the arts.

Pat Bish­op trained tenor Ed­ward Cum­ber­batch—known to many as Ed­die—for the ti­tle role in Schu­bert’s Win­ter­reise, in­still­ing in him the pre­ci­sion and emo­tion­al clar­i­ty she de­mand­ed of all her per­form­ers. He was among the few lo­cal tenors ca­pa­ble of car­ry­ing the de­mands of a Lieder song cy­cle with both con­trol and feel­ing.

Bish­op saw in him the abil­i­ty to make clas­si­cal mu­sic speak in a Trinida­di­an voice. Bish­op passed away be­fore see­ing that role ful­ly re­alised. Four­teen years lat­er, on June 29 at the Cen­tral Bank Au­di­to­ri­um, he re­turns to the stage in her ho­n­our, guid­ed still by her vi­sion, in a con­cert to be held by the PALM Foun­da­tion (Pat Bish­op Foun­da­tion for Art, Lit­er­a­ture and Mu­sic).

Pat Bish­op (1941-2011) was one of Trinidad and To­ba­go’s most orig­i­nal and nec­es­sary cul­tur­al minds. A re­cip­i­ent of the Hum­ming­bird Medal (Gold) and the Trin­i­ty Cross, she was a painter, his­to­ri­an, eth­no­mu­si­col­o­gist, and con­duc­tor.

Ed­u­cat­ed at Bish­op Anstey High School and King’s Col­lege, Durham Uni­ver­si­ty, she came home in the 1960s to be a force in the vi­su­al and mu­si­cal arts—par­tic­u­lar­ly in her work with The Ly­di­ans and steel or­ches­tras in the con­text of na­tion-build­ing.

Bish­op was pas­sion­ate about mu­si­cal lit­er­a­cy and the­o­ry—as a way of ground­ing T&T’s mu­si­cal life in some­thing that could last. The pan, for Bish­op, was not to be ex­oti­cised or sole­ly im­pro­vised ... It had to be read, scored, and re­hearsed.

She in­sist­ed that it be­longed ful­ly to T&T while car­ry­ing the grav­i­tas of any great mu­si­cal in­stru­ment in the world, which is why she be­lieved mu­sic lit­er­a­cy was es­sen­tial to the de­vel­op­ment of the na­tion­al in­stru­ment.

Pat Bish­op thought in struc­tures. Whether scor­ing a Mozart con­cer­to for steel­pan or trac­ing the frac­tures of T&T’s so­cial fab­ric, she re­turned al­ways to form—how things are made, how they en­dure, and how they fall apart.

From can­vas­es to choirs and pa­n­yards to lec­ture halls, she in­sist­ed that our beau­ty must be built on struc­ture, lit­er­a­cy, and dis­ci­pline, demon­strat­ing how the steel­pan could car­ry the weight of Mozart and our own mul­ti­cul­tur­al com­po­si­tions.

For a young na­tion still find­ing our cen­tre, Pat Bish­op used art—to help us see our­selves.

In 2005, Pat Bish­op, us­ing the para­ble of the Gor­dian Knot, speak­ing on so­ci­eties in cri­sis, warned that as a peo­ple we of­ten solve by force what should be un­rav­elled with care. Two decades lat­er, as di­vi­sions sharp­en and so­cial me­dia gives us a grotesque and over­sim­pli­fied world­view, her words read with ex­tra­or­di­nary pre­science.

This is an ex­cerpt of that speech:

“I sup­pose that I have lived with the idea of art–the arts–and their pos­si­ble pur­pos­es all my life. I prac­tise mu­sic and paint­ing, and I have usu­al­ly been teach­ing some­body some­thing, whether it is down in the More Di­a­blo Com­mu­ni­ty Cen­tre, up Des­per­a­does Hill, at the Ly­di­ans, in the uni­ver­si­ty’s his­to­ry de­part­ment or, more re­cent­ly, in the uni­ver­si­ty’s cre­ative arts cen­tre. So I’m cool with arts prac­tice and arts ed­u­ca­tion. Some might as­sert that I haven’t been able to de­liv­er qual­i­ty in ei­ther re­spect, but I’m cool with that too. Let me al­so say that what I’m try­ing to say to­day draws up­on my West In­di­an– specif­i­cal­ly Trinida­di­an–ex­pe­ri­ence. I just don’t know enough about the wider world.

‘So­ci­eties in Cri­sis’ is an­oth­er mat­ter al­to­geth­er, and I must un­der­stand the term since its mean­ing in­forms my at­tempt to­day to re­vis­it the Gor­dion Knot.

First of all, a lit­tle his­to­ry.

And per­haps this his­to­ry is coloured by myth and leg­end, but re­al his­to­ry must al­ways in­clude these hu­man-cen­tred con­sid­er­a­tions. It is be­lieved that the an­cient city of Gori­da, lo­cat­ed in what is now north­west Turkey, was found­ed by a peas­ant named Gordius. It is al­so be­lieved that he de­vised a knot, and ac­cord­ing to the sto­ry, any­one who could un­tie or un­rav­el this knot would rule Asia.

En­ter Alexan­der III, the great­est-known mil­i­tary leader of Eu­ro­pean an­tiq­ui­ty. Be­tween BCE 336 and 334, he was cross­ing in­to Per­sia, hav­ing brought all the Greek states to heel. In 333 he en­coun­tered the knot–the Gor­dian Knot. And what Alexan­der does is fun­da­men­tal to what I’m think­ing at this time. He doesn’t try to un­tie the knot or to un­rav­el it. In­stead, he takes out his sword, and he cuts it! In oth­er words, he solves the prob­lem by abol­ish­ing it. He doesn’t en­gage with the in­tri­ca­cies and com­plex­i­ties of the prob­lem. He is not in­ter­est­ed in its sig­nif­i­cance, save and ex­cept that it is a chal­lenge which he is not pre­pared to ad­dress in terms oth­er than his own.

It is in­struc­tive to note that Alexan­der, a Greek, adopt­ed Per­sian ab­so­lutism, even dress­ing him­self in Per­sian at­tire and en­forc­ing Per­sian court cus­toms. By the time he died at the age of 33, af­ter a night of long feast­ing and drink­ing, he had cre­at­ed an em­pire, the great­est that had ex­ist­ed to that time, which ex­tend­ed from Thrace to Egypt and from Greece to the In­dus Val­ley.

He was not a pop­u­lar young man. His em­pire could on­ly ex­ist if the many and var­ied so­ci­eties which he con­quered were in agree­ment with him and each oth­er. Alexan­der un­der­stood this per­fect­ly well, and he had tried to achieve it by pro­mot­ing a Per­sian-Mace­don­ian mas­ter race and a huge­ly un­pop­u­lar pol­i­cy of racial fu­sion.

It is dif­fi­cult in this con­text not to re­mem­ber that Er­ic Williams re­gard­ed the words of José Martí, the Cuban pa­tri­ot, as be­ing rel­e­vant to the Trinida­di­an sit­u­a­tion. Martí had said:

“Man in the West In­dies is more than white, more than mu­lat­to, more than Ne­gro, more than In­di­an, more than Chi­nese. He is West In­di­an.”

In­deed, Williams him­self had ad­vo­cat­ed in Wood­ford Square, as ear­ly as 1955, the de­vel­op­ment of a West In­di­an na­tion­al­ist con­scious­ness as ‘the on­ly sal­va­tion’ for a com­mu­ni­ty di­vid­ed on the ba­sis of race, colour and re­li­gion.

Alas, alas, the na­tion­al­ists of the time had for­got­ten the sto­ry of the Gor­dian Knot. The West In­di­ans to­day re­main di­vid­ed, not on­ly by in­su­lar­i­ty but al­so by eth­nic­i­ty, class, re­li­gion and all those oth­er strands which, to­geth­er, con­sti­tute the Gor­dian Knot–which can­not be abol­ished, how­ev­er hard we try. And the task of un­rav­el­ling it is long, hard and fraught.

It is my con­tention that Caribbean his­to­ry is a se­quence of Gor­dian Knots which peo­ple–man­i­fest­ly less imag­i­na­tive and vi­sion­ary than Alexan­der–have cut, time and time again. None of our knots have been un­rav­elled with care and a sen­si­tiv­i­ty to their ma­te­r­i­al and in­tel­lec­tu­al prop­er­ties. In oth­er words, our prob­lems and cir­cum­stances have typ­i­cal­ly been ad­dressed by the sword–lit­er­al­ly and fig­u­ra­tive­ly. Our prob­lems have been ‘abol­ished’, but they have not been solved. And it is per­haps in this kind of sit­u­a­tion that the no­tion of ‘so­ci­eties in cri­sis’ aris­es.”

—Pat Bish­op, 2005

To be con­tin­ued next week with re­flec­tions from Pat Bish­op’s sis­ter, Gillian Bish­op, and Bar­bara Jenk­ins—writer, for­mer Ly­di­an, close friend, and di­rec­tor of the PALM Foun­da­tion.

Ira Math­ur is a free­lance jour­nal­ist and a colum­nist for Guardian Me­dia. Math­ur is the au­thor of Love the Dark Days, which won the 2023 OCM Bo­cas Prize for Non-Fic­tion.


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