95 Harbour Street,
Kingston, Jamaica, BWI.

My dear Rudolph:

You could be no happier at the news that you were
to conduct the London Philharmonic than I was, and I took a deep,
vicarious pleasure at reading the enclosed in the manner. There
is no wall of prejudice or bigotry strong enough to stand up to
determined character, whether in matters of colour or matters of
culture. So, your success was assured, and the triumph of your
concert should prove salt in the wounded vanity of your local
detractors. The small but devoted circle of friends you left in
Jamaica have all taken a great deal of pleasure out of your latest
triumph, the wider circle of your admirers here are pleased and
gratified that your ability has again found expression. The many
who attended your concerts here, lauded your skill, the anonymous le-
gion of the audience, are undoubtedly similarly proud, which the en-
tire West Indies should take notice and pride in the achievement of
one of its sons. In the face of this host of persons who wish you
well, Rudolph, it is a waste of time and energy, of the priceless
energy of thought, to consider for even a moment the dismal, drab
sever mentalities of those waspish conivers in Jamaica who bitched
you up in the past. It is dead, and by your latest triumph, they
too are dead.

Since you left in Jamaica, the Surrey Philharmonic has
fallen back into the slough of indifference in which it has wallowed
since its inception, priceful plaything of a few self-important bumb-
ling self-seekers of indifferent talent. Something which can reflect
only vanity can never have beauty, therein lies the sermon.

But there are strong currents flowing in Jamaica, and
the climate is one of brisk, fresh winds, though a change in admini-
stration has meant very little generally in the everyday life of the
country. Due to a fundamental incompatibility with Mr. Fairclough,
publisher of the paper, I left well over 18 months ago, have settled
down as Associate editor of Spotlight newsmagazine, and have extended
my activities to include radio (my fortunes there have been recouped).
I am riding on the crest of the public's fancy, but with full know-
ledge of the fickleness of that public, I have prepared parachutes
in case they change their fancy.

Cynthia, my beautiful and talented wife, is now a king
pin in the Issa organization, has been employed to breathe life in
Issa's public organization and is doing an admirable job. She is
also in radio (Lanamans Children's Hour) and a columnist with the
Jamaica Times. The children (Carl & Greggie) are both growing into
strong, sturdy and rather opinionated young men, but they have re-
tained that charm despite the advance towards the portals of adoles-
cence.

Once again I would like to express our pleasure at the
good news, and to add the comment that it was really no surprise to
us...it was to be expected.

Warmest personal regards.