The report of missionaries cooked and feasted on by savages created a cause célèbre, producing “tears and prayers… from all Christian souls, wherever the story of the martyrdom… was read or heard” and winning widespread public sympathy.
I am the result of two continents blended into a single island people. My last name, Scobie, points to European ancestry from the time when most slave masters on my small Caribbean island were Scottish. Visibly however, I am African, descended from the Mossi of Burkina Faso in West Africa. This union of north and south produced a hybrid. Like Mary Seacole, Bob Marley and most West Indians, I am the product of circumstances veiled in the mystery tombstone of “a mother without knowing it, and a wife without letting her husband know it” - at Plymouth, not in England, or New England but in Tobago. And that's only the beginning of what I am