At its core, this is a story about The Departure Contract. It posits that migration in the Caribbean is rarely an individual act of ambition, but rather a collective family investment. When one person leaves, they carry the survival of the entire bloodline in their suitcase. The narrative follows the physical evolution of this help: starting with the heavy, blue plastic shipping barrels packed with flour and soap in the seventies, moving to the predatory wire-transfer booths of the nineties, and ending with the cold, instant pings of digital wallets today.
Late summer 2008. Hammersmith Hospital. Lymphoma. Then he flew home to Jamaica and did one of the best shows of his life. On October...
The British Empire had a secret they tried to bury in the limestone of the Blue Mountains. In this deep-dive documentary, we explore the...
In 1965 at Duke Reid's Treasure Isle, Alton Ellis recorded "Girl I've Got a Date" — and insisted he named the genre we now...
