The flesh of Sherwood Lashley’s experiences as a student at Old Cloisters in the mid-1960s and early 1970s is decidedly monochrome, as it is colored in black and white. He recalls in particular an event that has had a lasting resonance for him. It has remained prominent in the crowd of memories of his school days as it summarily evokes the broader social stratification in Barbados at this time. Having walked to school, Sherwood would stand under the welcome shade of the sandbox tree waiting for assembly to begin. It was here, in the main quadrangle, that he would witness the same occurrence day after day. Every morning a gleaming Rolls Royce would slowly purr through the school gates and down the tree-lined road, stopping at exactly the point where the doors to the assembly hall opened. At precisely the moment when the bell rang and the school assembly began, the chauffer, who was black (like Sherwood) and whom he distinctly remembers wearing white gloves, would open the car door. It was only then that his white student passenger would emerge and immediately make his way up the steps into the cool, quiet recesses of the school hall.