The t-shirt I designed and made with fabric crayonsFor someone who's not into politics, I sure have been swept into the flow of things. Here I am blogging about it, designing t-shirts and attending political rallies (three so far - my first ever, apart from a UNC one I went to at the last election as part of an anti-smelter crew). I've noted that even small children are getting into it this year - I think largely because of the People's Partnership led by
Kamla Persad-Bissessar.
This morning I woke up with a design and message in mind (see above). I needed to get a yellow, plain, round-neck tee and make it in time to wear to the final
People's Partnership rally this afternoon (
see here for rationale behind colour if you are not from TT and don't know ).
I went walking through Tunapuna in search of the t-shirt. Many of the mannequins on the sidewalks were wearing yellow, but their tops were frilly and fussy. Not my style, plus not simple enough for application of the intended design.
I went into Francis Fashions and asked for a plain, round-neck t-shirt.
"All de yellow sell out," the shop attendant said matter-of-factly. "It only have de polo neck left."
A few stores down, I saw a child-size yellow t-shirt on a sidewalk mannequin. I went in to the store to ask if they had my size. The shop attendant said: "Yellow sell out, yes. It only have Extra Extra Large and dat go be too big for you."
The other shop attendant said: "She small. Give she de chirren XX size."
A female customer standing next to me said: "Me and she is same size. I go take de chirren XX too. I go take anyting at dis point!"
I got my children's XX size and took it to the cashier, where another woman was excitedly laying out a set of yellow t-shirts on the counter, making sure they were the sizes she wanted.
"I like dis yellow!" she exclaimed to the cashier.
"Yes. Is a nice yellow," the cashier agreed.
As I walked back home, people who passed me also wearing yellow, smiled and nodded (I was wearing one of my yellow Canada t-shirts). It felt as though the colour yellow was a password, a connecting factor, wordlessly uniting those of us who were wearing it.
I guess people wearing red feel the same way.