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Rastafarian Children of Solomon

The Legacy of the Kebra Nagast and the Path to Peace and Understanding

Published by Bear & Company
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About The Book

Shares the spiritual wisdom of Rastafari through the stories, teachings, and traditions of practicing Rastas in Jamaica

• Includes the author’s interviews with bush doctors, healers, and Rastafarians gathered during his 15 years of living in Jamaica

• Reveals the old ways of the Rastafarians and how their beliefs form an unbroken lineage tracing back to King Solomon

• Explains the connection of Rasta beliefs to important biblical passages

Tracing their lineage back to King Solomon--the wisest man who ever lived--Rastafarians follow a spiritual tradition of peace and meditation that is more a way of life than an organized religion. During his 15 years living in Jamaica, Gerald Hausman developed deep friendships with Rastafarians and rootsmen, enabling him to experience firsthand the beliefs and traditions of these followers of the Kebra Nagast--the African gospel excised from the King James version of the Bible. He met bush doctors, Rasta preachers, members of the Marley family, and respected elders who knew Marcus Garvey, prophet of the Rasta movement and vocal proponent of the Pan-African movement in America. He also met elders who were present when Haile Selassie I, Emperor of Ethiopia and descendant of the House of David, came to Jamaica in the 1960s.

Through interviews with fishermen, mystics, and wise men, as well as direct encounters with spirits and the spiritual, the author reveals the deep wisdom that underlies the “old ways” of the Rastas. He connects their stories, lives, and teachings with important biblical passages as well as reggae songs. He shares their views on the medicinal and meditative powers of cannabis--the sacred herb of Solomon--and explains that while Rastas believe it to be “the opener of the door,” they maintain that peace and understanding must be found within. Illustrating the unwavering faith and hope of the Rastafari of Jamaica, Hausman shows them to be a people who, above all, emphasize equality, because the Holy Spirit within each of us makes us all one and the same.


Chapter 1

The Jamaican brethren sit around a table late at night, drinking in the cool trade wind that was once known as the “undertaker’s breeze,” because it combed the island only after dark. It is a great relief from the hot sun and hard work of the day. The gathering of Rastas, casual and unplanned, people coming and going in the yard, is the way of most evenings here in the small fishing village of Port Maria on the north coast of Jamaica.

People come and go, stopping for a short while to let go of a few frustrations, tell a tale or two, laugh and smoke a spliff, sip a warm beer under the waning yellow moon. The voices, rhythmic as the rolling tide, speak about the day and their part in it. The people call this kind of easy conversation, this talking to one another with the heart, “reasoning.” And they feel that the use of heartfelt words raises common, simple human beings to a state of beatitude, of divine redemption.

Tonight’s reasoning session begins when someone asks a rhetorical question about life; about the things that are important to do in this life. Then, as often happens in a Rastafarian community, people seem to fall out of the night, both men and women, to, as they put it, “Blink up thoughts, come together through the gentle art of reasoning.” By and by there is a large reasoning session, and the voices take on emotive hues. Some grow vexed and strident, others drop, low and wary. However, as the voices are raised and lowered, laughter spills out into the salty night sky, splashing at the feet of those who would argue to no purpose. Where there is laughter, there is no anger. The fire leaps up, finds no fuel, and is put out with laughter.

I am listening, not really participating, just sitting and wondering how long this session will continue; I know, for instance, that it might go on all night. For each person is, in a sense, sending forth a devotional message. Yes, the session has turned, in its own way, prayerful. “This is what Jah give me,” a man professes, “but this is what I need.” He makes a kind of categorical list of things with which his life might move forward without obstruction. He is a fisherman, and he needs a new boat; he needs to catch more fish. He is traveling ninety miles out to sea, touching the coast of Cuba to catch fish and sell them back in Port Maria. He needs a good boat with a strong outboard engine to carry him.

As I listen, I watch the moths that are called bats in Jamaica. They flutter about the open veranda. The small white owl, which people here still call “Patoo,” alights in a Poinciana tree, then drops down without a sound to the bamboo fence that separates the enclosed yard from the road. Occasionally a dog yelps, but the night noises are overruled by the dominant sounds of the sea.

Someone is reciting, at the moment, a vast archive of personal needs. Then a man is saying, “If I just had a car that would run and not break down all the time.” And another says, “I have a car that runs, but no money for gas.” Another, “I have no money, no car, but plenty of gas.”

A young Rasta says, “I have all that I need to finish my house: zinc, windows, so it is just a matter of time before I get a door.”

Now a woman, whose name is Clover, pushes in among the men to have her say: “I need medicine for my children,” she says sharply. “None of this dibby-dibby stuff you all talk about. I need medicine for my ailing mother. I need food for her two children. What is all this talk about material goods? I just want food and medicine.”

A deep-voiced Rasta, Vincent, confides, “Darling, you don’t look well.”

“True,” she says. “I have the jaundice and need some medicine myself.”

One man, sitting in the corner of the veranda, not saying anything, suddenly gets out of his wicker chair and stretches. He yawns. His name is Benji, and usually he has something to say, but apparently not tonight. He begins to walk off, and Vincent calls to him. “You nuh seh nuttin’, Benji.”

Benji turns to face the group. He has what Jamaicans call “the permanent screw,” a deeply wrinkled brow. He stands with his back to the sea, lean and angry, hungry-looking. Benji scowls, his mouth tightly pursed. Once again, he starts to leave. He is wearing a pair of pants and no shirt. His dark, muscled arms and powerful chest gleam in the dark. His eyes flash fire. He glances furiously around the veranda and says, “All this talk a lot of foolishness.”

“Why?” I ask.

He seems reluctant to speak, as if something is tugging at him from the dark hill over the house, some secret magnetic attraction out there among the night-darkened mango and pimento trees.

Everyone waits on his words.

“It a sin,” he sighs, at last, “to ask for what you already have. You see,” he says softly, “Solomon was the wisest man, seen? But, if you check it out, you realize that even so great a man as Solomon, him beg for something he nuh have.”

A silence has fallen over the group of brethren.

“And what was that?” I ask Benji.

“Him want a certain woman. Him want more children. Him nuh satisfy. No, mon. Not even Solomon, the wisest man on earth.”

I add, “He had these things, but he still wanted them?”

“Ahh!” Benji shouts. “No man ever satisfy. That is why I seh talk foolish. Me nuh want nuttin’ but what is given by Jah. And, for that, thanks and praises! For, what Jah give, no man tek way.”

About The Author

Gerald Hausman, born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1945, grew up in New Jersey and Massachusetts. He graduated from college in New Mexico and continued to live there for two decades. During that time, he had a summer residence on the island of Jamaica where he and his wife, Loretta, founded a school for creative writing. Mr. Hausman has lived in Bokeelia, Florida since 1994. In addition to his many books about Native America, Gerald Hausman has written extensively about animal mythology. His work as a folklorist has earned him many national and international honors. Gerald's most recent award is from the Florida Magazine Association for his column "Pine Island Soundings" about life on a barrier island.

Gerald Hausman is a frequent storyteller at college writers programs and at young authors conferences. Recently, he performed at the Young Authors Conference in Kaiserslautern, Germany as a guest of Department of Defense Dependent Schools. His lively presentations, complete with a myriad of sound effects, have earned him praise from storytellers, speakers, writers, and listeners.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Bear & Company (February 23, 2013)
  • Length: 152 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781591431541

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“Day by day, the elders who formed the foundation of Rasta in the 1920s and ’30s are passing. Within these pages you will meet a man who knew Marcus Garvey and an elder who met Haile Selassie I when he came to Jamaica. You will also meet younger rootsmen whose faith is constant and true. This book goes straight to the heart with truths that are seldom written but often said in my home country.”

– Cedella Marley, author of the bestselling children’s books One Love and Every Little Thing

“Folklorist Gerald Hausman takes us deep into the modern dreamtime of Jamaica’s backwaters, enthralled by the company of living prophets and conmen, killers and saints, obeah workers and ethereal half-real creatures of the sea. They are all, as his eloquent mythlike prose reveals, the voices of the cherubim and seraphim of old.”

– Roger Steffens, founding editor of The Beat magazine and coauthor of The Reggae Scrapbook and One Lo

“Hausman skillfully connects the lives and beliefs of these peaceful and resourceful people—fishermen, wicker weavers, Rasta preachers, respected elders, and wise men and women—through heartfelt conversations that arise spontaneously while sitting under the shade of a pimento tree, in a dusty yard, or by firelight in the cool evening ocean breeze. Rastafarian spiritual wisdom, recounted here in authentic Jamaican patois, emphasizes equality: an unwavering faith and hope in the holy spirit that lives in each human being.”

– Publishers Weekly, February 2013

“Highly recommended, especially for any reader looking to better understand the Rastafarian way of life through the words of the people who practice it.”

– Midwest Book Review, April 2013

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