Story of a GGP Shareholder10 Dec 2020 22:57
I hope you don’t mind indulging me.
Three decades ago, a young man (call him Charles) came here from Jamaica for uni. His father, who did the same earlier, said, ‘Keep your head down, always be polite, don’t hear any abuse coming your way, and don’t fall in love.’ That all seemed easy since Charles was very shy.
Our ‘hero’ made only one friend his first six months. But one day two classmates invited him to a small party at their flat and he went. It was more of a political discussion group than a party, but he enjoyed the back and forth and they treated him well, and asked him to come again the next week.
One girl, we’ll call her ‘Cheri’, singled out Charles. His family was religious and conservative, and she was an atheistic Marxist. She always targeted him, and after about 5 weeks they agreed to get together separate from the group to discuss things, and a strange friendship began. Cheri started asking Charles about his church, and finally said she’d go with him. Charles didn’t want to take her, since everyone was black he thought she’d feel uncomfortable, but she was proud of her ‘tolerance’ and said she’d come.
First thing, one of Charles’ 80-year-old ‘aunties’ walked up, gave Cheri a huge hug, and said, ‘Are you in love with Charles? We all are, so you’d better be.’ Cheri laughed and said, ‘No,’ and Auntie Marla said, ‘You mean “not yet.” We will pray and that will solve it.’
Charles was mortified, but no one ever withstood Auntie Marla’s prayers. Three months later, Cheri told Charles she wanted to get married. Charles was afraid for her – there weren’t many interracial marriages around. But her father gave his blessing with an understanding – there would never be any money unless she were starving, but they would always be welcome in his home.
Charles and Cheri did everything together. She adopted his faith, she was 100% for him in every way. She learned all about his work. She even became a cricket fan. She was the kindest and least selfish person he ever met. She was the best wife he could have ever imagined. They were mates and soul mates. He worshipped the ground she walked on. They had three children and five grandchildren. This year, they became GGP shareholders, Cheri first, then Charles.
28 November, Cheri became ill, hospitalised 29 November. All night Charles waited, expecting a bad ulcer or something, burning time reading about the JVs with NCM, and writing his analysis. About 0930, he was told the cancer was everywhere, and nothing could be done. Covid meant only one hour together before he had to leave.
By noon, Charles had phoned everyone. At home, he looked at his iPad and his stupid analysis, said, “Why not, what’s it matter,” and posted it. It's weird how GGP got in the middle of this.
On compassionate grounds, Charles got to be with Cheri in hospital 7 and 8 December. Very early 9 December, Cheri’s suffering ended, and Charles' light went out.