St. Maarten Private Eye

Hi, I am new here, should have known you all long ago. The following is what I still had in my files, it may be a bit different from what the DH and Today printed, I used to correct/add/remove words at the last moment.

Elected politicians do this.
Oh Sweet Sint Maarten Land, what has happened to you?
I thought of rape when I went to Dawn Beach for the first time in many years.
I saw a horrible tourist factory replica of a big US city car parking in cheap concrete building style. It is a huge parking for many car addicted people. Strange is that there are no direction signs anywhere, nor names on doors, one must try any doorhandle and if the door opens, peep around the corner to find out what is behind. Easy for a fool to navigate, but so miserably far out of our Caribbean world style, it is a culture shock!
In my memory I saw the former bungalows, the asymetrical swimming pool with the bar on top of the waterfall and the restaurant on the upperdeck of the main building, the vegatation, the trees, right on the wide open beach with the endless sea rolling in. The thick hedges of hibiscus and silver leaf provided every bungalow its privacy, it was a true dreamplace, it even had a small lake with a little wooden bridge, waterlillys and dragon flies, a big parrot was around the welcome desk somewhere, it was a lazy hammock Caribbean feeling.
Then shock, after a strong devil storm swept the property, it was seized by tasteless foolish rich players who shove people through their money machine. Travel agents sell this astonishing ugly building to vacation people, American workers who come to dispense a little money, most electronically, and very little cash.
The stormdamaged bungalows had been abandoned some years, the place died very peacefully and was never brought back to life. One had to tresspass it to go to the wide windward beach. Dawn Beach Resort was no more. At the Scavenger Beach Bar I prayed , but knew that it could never be as nice and cozy as it had been before that cursed storm...
But let’s be honest, that it came out so very ugly, so cheapest of the cheap style, with military likeness, that was unimaginable.
The place, as it now is gave me the feeling comparable with rape. Rape by Uncle Sam of Mother Earth. Rape of beauty, of nature, of life, of love...
A society of traveling vacation makers from a country far away have raped Dawn Beach. With no respect for Mother Earth. What kind of entities are they that come to fill these military barrack looklike buildings? Do they come to the “Caribbean”, to see buildings the same as home??? That is fine with me.
But why in Jesus’ and Mohammed’s and Buddha’s name have the little bungalows on the hills been raped, the hedges with the bright red flowers, the little sugarbirds. That pretty lady waitress that served drinks to people relaxing around the pool. Kids having fun in the water. A small handicraft and art shop was open. It was a perfect ecological place with ducks in the little pond, a green leguaan slithering through the sand. Young Sint Maarteners will never know what intens beauty has been destroyed here. Something devastating and scary is going on, the rape of Sint Maarten by the Evil Empire.
Chamba Chada

Thank you for not thinking.
Better to rise than to fall in love.