The Ancestral Voices Launch Series

Ancestral Voices is a platform dedicated to collective healing, truth-telling, and restoration for Black people across the global diaspora. We confront the psychological, cultural, and spiritual wounds inherited from slavery and colonialism, not to dwell in pain, but to transcend it. Through reflection, remembrance, and moral clarity, Ancestral Voices seeks to restore dignity, reclaim its narrative, and guide a people who survived history toward wholeness, renewal, and purpose.

  • We are not here to fight history — we are here to heal from it.

    For generations, confrontation, resistance, and ongoing antagonism framed the struggle for Black liberation. That struggle was necessary. It was righteous. We had every right to be outraged.

    But struggle alone is not healing.


    We survived enslavement.
    We survived colonialism.
    We survived displacement.
    We survived cultural erasure.

    But survival is not restoration.


    We have been walking forward while bleeding — believing resilience alone is transformation.

    Our ancestors carried trauma in silence.
    And we inherited their wounds.

    That inherited pain became an unfinished story — moving from plantation trauma to colonial neglect, and then into modern systems that still cannot fully protect, nurture, or uplift Black lives.


    Unhealed pain turns inward.

    It becomes:

    • Anger without direction
    • Grief without language
    • Trauma without release

    Today, that unspoken suffering shows up as:

    • Violence among young Black men
    • Addiction and self-destruction
    • Fractured families
    • Emotional numbness
    • Chronic illness
    • Identities shaped by pain rather than purpose


    Our young men are imploding under the weight of an inheritance they never asked for — internalizing trauma as violence, crime, drug abuse, self-hatred, illness, and emotional disconnection.

    Not because they are “lost.”
    Not because they are “bad.”

    But because we have never created a collective path to healing.


    We cannot continue like this.
    We cannot pass this inheritance to another generation.

    The cycle must be broken.


    Yet our society has never built a national healing project:

    No collective therapy.
    No cultural restoration strategy.
    No communal pathway back to wholeness.


    Too often:

    • Political leadership has failed to offer this vision.
    • Institutions have failed to provide it.
    • And we have failed to demand it with unity and clarity.

    It is time to build what never existed.

    Healing requires a different posture:

    Not war — but introspection.
    Not rage — but remembrance.
    Not silence — but truth.
    Not shame — but dignity.


    Healing is movement.

    And movement must begin now.


    This is the work of Ancestral Voices.

    A space where we reconcile with history without being imprisoned by it.

    Where we honour our ancestors — not by endless struggle — but by becoming whole.

    Where we stop waiting for transformation and begin embodying it.


    I am Douglas Newton.
    This is Ancestral Voices.

    The time to heal is now.



  • They speak to me in the night —
    voices older than mountains, carrying the weight of centuries.
    They call me to remember.
    To rise.
    To rebuild.


    I am not a Klingon battle cruiser tearing across space,
    chasing honour through blood and battle.

    I am a wounded spirit learning that
    healing, too, is a form of courage.


    I am not a Romulan Bird of Prey decloaking on a mission of vengeance.

    I am a broken spirit choosing to live —
    and learning that peace requires more bravery than war.


    Ah — but I…
    I am a Federation starship.

    I bring:

    Peace.
    Healing.
    Reconciliation.

    I am here to rebuild the shattered spirits
    of those uprooted from their homeland.


    Yes — I who once sailed antiquity,
    who built glorious civilizations,
    who formed the bedrock of humanity —

    now I weep.


    Why?

    Why am I shipwrecked upon jagged isles
    of social, moral, and spiritual decay?


    Why is violent crime so rampant
    among my young Black men?

    Why does my blood
    run the streets like water?


    Don’t I know I owe it to myself
    to become the best I can be?

    Don’t I know I cannot blame others
    for my current circumstances?

    Don’t I realize my ancestors look upon me,
    praying that I will go farther than they could —
    because I hold opportunities
    they never had?


    So instead of death-trips on false codes of honour
    and confused ideas of manhood…

    Should I not honour the memory
    and legacy of our ancestors —

    and pull this mighty ship
    off the rugged reefs
    of crime and violence?


    There is no reason
    this vessel should be sinking today —
    not a ship as ancient and majestic as ours.


    Ah yes, even great ships sink.
    The Titanic — the marvel of her age —
    sank on her maiden voyage.

    But our ship is built of something stronger:

    Resilience.
    Peace.
    Integrity.
    Love.


    No iceberg can sink this ship.


    So lift up your heads, you ancient gates —
    lift them up, you eternal doors —
    that the King of Glory may come in.


    Let us rebuild this great Black ship.

    Let us restore her:

    Honour.
    Integrity.
    Valour.


    Let us create a new future
    for the Black race —
    and for humanity as a whole.


    I am Paulos —

    Your Chosen Vessel.


    Douglas Newton

    The Eagle Has Landed
    New Horizons to Pursue — New Mountains to Climb


  • “People do not judge the measure of a man by his accolades, but by the quiet dignity of how he carries himself and the honour with which he serves others.” — Douglas Newton

    I first met President The Most Honourable Jeffrey Bostic in the early 1980s, while he served as aide-de-camp to then Governor General Sir Hugh Springer.

    I had just joined the Barbados Advocate as a freelance photographer. The news editor, Mr. Eric Smith, sent reporter Michelle Arthur and me on an assignment to Government House, where Sir Hugh was hosting a reception for local and international dignitaries — ambassadors, high commissioners, and United Nations delegates.

    I wanted to capture a photograph of the Governor General in conversation with some of his distinguished guests — the High Commissioners of Canada and the United Kingdom. As a newcomer, I was unsure how to proceed with protocol. I noticed an immaculately dressed officer standing a short distance away and quietly asked Michelle, “Who is he?”

    She whispered, “That is Captain Jeffrey Bostic, the Governor General’s aide-de-camp.”

    Wanting to do things properly, I approached Captain Bostic and explained what I hoped to photograph. He smiled warmly, then personally escorted me over to Sir Hugh and made the introduction on my behalf.

    The Governor General graciously agreed, and I captured the photographs. As we finished, Sir Hugh looked at me, smiled, and said, “You are a very conscientious young man.” I thanked him — and later that evening went home and looked up the word conscientious in the dictionary.

    Captain Bostic would go on to rise through the ranks of the Barbados Defence Force, advancing from Captain to Lieutenant Colonel and eventually to Colonel. Throughout his military career, he guided countless recruits in the true spirit of service and love of country. He also provided leadership that helped preserve national security — not only for Barbados, but as part of the Regional Security System.

    Transitioning from military service into national leadership, Colonel Bostic entered politics and was elected to Parliament to represent the constituency of the City in the 2018 General Election. These were new horizons, yet he met the challenge with the same poise, grace, and dignity that have always characterized the man.

    As a parliamentary representative, he went beyond the call of duty to serve the people of the City faithfully. When he assumed the portfolio of Minister of Health, Colonel Jeffrey Bostic brought decisive leadership and high standards of management to the ministry, particularly during the unprecedented challenges of the COVID-19 pandemic, when Barbados and the world confronted one of the most daunting public health crises in modern history.

    All Barbadians showed their love for this man, as evidenced by the outpouring of sentiment when they learned he was a candidate for this high office.

    Mr. President, you have had a long and distinguished career in service to Barbados — a record that stands as an inspiration to us all.

    Our nation could not have made a more fitting choice in entrusting you with the highest office in the land.

    It is also significant that your public journey began at the side of Sir Hugh Springer — himself a statesman and a gentleman — a formative experience that prepared you well for the responsibilities you now hold.

    President Bostic, I join all Barbadians in congratulating you as you assume the office of Head of State.

    I wish you abundant health and continued blessings as you carry forward this new tour of duty — for love of country, and for service to country.


    Douglas Newton

  • Why We Need Ancestral Voices

    When I’m asked what Ancestral Voices is, I begin by saying it is not merely a blog or a project — it is a movement of remembrance and restoration. It was born out of a growing awareness that too many of our people, especially the younger generation, are walking through life disconnected from the wisdom and dignity of their ancestry, and wounded by unhealed history.

    We have advanced in technology, education, and fashion, but we have not healed. The spiritual and psychological damage of slavery and colonization still echoes through our societies — in our homes, our schools, and on our streets. Ancestral Voices exists to help us face those wounds, name them, and begin to heal them.

    Why We Need It Now

    We need Ancestral Voices because silence has cost us too much. Our ancestors endured centuries of violence, yet we have seldom created spaces for collective healing or intergenerational dialogue. Other civilizations have rebuilt themselves after tragedy — we have mostly survived.

    But survival alone is not enough anymore. We must rebuild the moral and cultural foundation of our people — not through anger, but through truth, memory, and moral courage.

    Ancestral Voices seeks to do just that: to recover the voices that were silenced, to reignite the pride that was stripped away, and to inspire a new generation to rise in dignity and purpose.

    A Personal Awakening

    For years, I carried this message quietly inside me — afraid of my own voice, uncertain of how the world would receive it. But silence has its own cost. I have come to realize that healing begins when we speak, when we remember, when we tell the truth with love and conviction.

    We must let go. We must move on. We must heal from the wounds of plantation slavery. We must begin again.

    There are some who may not want to hear the words ‘let go’ or ‘move on.’ But they are not words of dismissal — they are words of liberation. The only way we can build a better future for the Black race, for our families, for our world, is if we have the courage to say: This is enough.

    We must let go. We must come together. We must heal. We must rebuild.

    This is the message I carry for Black people — and for humanity. My time is now. This is my blessed season.

    The Work Ahead

    Through essays, conversations, and community storytelling, Ancestral Voices will connect history with the present. It will draw from philosophy, the Bible, oral tradition, and lived Caribbean experience to answer one question: What must we do to heal as a people?

    I believe the answer begins with listening — to the ancestors, to each other, and to the conscience of our times.

    “We are the dream of those who endured, and the hope of those yet unborn. Our duty is to remember, to rebuild, and to rise.” — Douglas Newton

  • Founder’s Reflection #1

    Dedicated to all who have ever been silenced, yet still believe in truth, dignity, and renewal — may you find your voice, your peace, and let your light shine.

    For many years, I carried a truth in my heart but was afraid to speak it. Not because I doubted it, but because I knew what happens to those who speak too openly about slavery, race, and identity in Barbados.

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