For most of my young life, I was a church goer. I went to the East Queen Street Baptist Church
almost every Sunday. I sang in the church choir and went to Sunday School. Despite all these activities, I was not very religious. I was a timid adolescent who did not question his elders. So, when my guardian said, "Go to church on Sundays,"
I did. However, I was doing it more out of compliance than commitment. As a teenager, I was confirmed as an Anglican with no more adherence to any religious doctrine than I had earlier in life. Many of my friends had similar attitudes.
Going to church was more a social activity for me and many of the people I knew. It was a place where I met with my friends, had a chance to wear my Sunday best and participate in services but not a place where I questioned my core beliefs.
However, there was a group of men in Jamaica during the 50's that, from my perspective, took religion much more seriously. These men gathered on street corners and in parks to share their belief, with anyone willing to listen. They believed that a small
black man in Africa was the living God. The average Jamaican thought that this notion was crazy and warned their children to stay away from these lazy, uneducated madmen because all they did was grow their hair long, smoke ganja and talk nonsense all
day. I was young and fearful, and I did not want to do anything too far from the norm, so I kept my distance from these wild looking men.
But, many of the young and the poor were very attracted to this group of men because they were making a claim
that God was black and that there was a promised land for all of us to return to in Ethiopia. Going back to Africa was an attractive theme back then because one of the Jamaica's heroes, Marcus Garvey had introduced the idea during the 1930's. However,
the majority of the Christian churchgoers looked down on the growing movement called, Rastafarianism. These men were Rastafarians who had taken their name from Ras Tafari, the pre-legal title of Haile Selassie I, Emperor of Ethiopia. The movement
believed that Haile Selassie was another incarnation of the Christian God, called Jah and they had the evidence to prove it. Later, Bob Marley became one of the best known Rastafarian in the world, and the lyrics from many of
his reggae songs carried the Rastafarian message to the world.
I was around seventeen years old when I heard the building excitement that God was coming to Kingston during that year. To the average Jamaican and me, the Emperor of Ethiopia
was visiting Jamaica, and we hoped he would squelch the nonsense these Rastafarian were preaching. To the average Rastaman, God was coming to Jamaica, and he would validate their claim that he was God. Thursday, April 21st,1966 was the day of
reckoning. Rastafarians on bicycles, in cars and trucks, descended on Palisadoes Airport in Kingston to meet their God, Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia. The Rastas called the day Groundation (or Grounation) Day was about
Selassie' s refusal to walk on the red carpet provided for him but made his first contact with Jamaican soil.
Some 100,000 Rastafari in
total from all over Jamaica descended on Palisadoes Airport in Kingston. Many Rastas who were in the closet came out on Grounation day. As I watched the proceedings from my fence on Victoria Ave in the center of Kingston, I was mesmerized by the coming
and goings. God was on his way, and he would arrive on an Ethiopian Airline. The Rastas waited at the airport playing drums and smoking large quantities of ganja. This thought freaked out my seventeen-year-old mind. Why did God need a plane? Why
didn't he just appear? This detail did not dampen the Rastafari enthusiasm as they smoked Spliffs and Chalices openly as the brethren waited in the pouring rain to greet their Messiah. Thousands more lined the main route from the airport to Kingston
weaving flags hoping to catch a glimpse of the African God.
Just as the sun broke through the clouds, the imperial jet came into view bearing the Ethiopian colours and a roaring lion on its side. The crowd erupted. The day of deliverance
had finally come. Legend has it that the sun showed for the first time that day as his plane came into land. The excited crowd broke down the barriers and rushed the tarmac causing Selassie to retreat to the safety of his aircraft. Finally,
Jamaican authorities were obliged to request Ras Planno, a well-known Rasta leader, to climb the steps, enter the plane, and negotiate the Emperor's descent. When Planno reemerged, he announced to the crowd: "The Emperor has instructed
me to tell you to be calm. Step back and let the Emperor enter our country." Grounation Day in many ways legitimized the Rastafarian movement. Rumour has it that Rita Marley converted to Rastafarianism on this day, and after Selassie had left the country,
the movement became a worldwide phenomenon.
How would you feel if you believed that God was coming to your hometown this weekend? Your first reaction might be that this is crazy; God is not coming. However, if you were sure that
your god was coming to your local airport on a Boeing 707 jet today, would you go to meet him?