This day is their Independence Day. But the connotations of "blaze and glory" we associate with our Fourth of July isn't a shared sentiment amongst these people. What they celebrate is the preservation and and the general adoration for their ancestors. Their legends are full of myth, lore, and mysticisms. An oral history of ghosts and tokens remain vibrant to this day.
This celebration was small in nature but it was fascinating to witness the traditional dances with the inherent garb. Garifuna-style food was made (many dishes included iguana), and children commandeered their parents dory's once the landing had commenced. What I enjoy most about cultural events like this is that they are rare to the Western eye. With our own Black heritage in the U.S., little if anything is taught about the Garifuna or Black Carib's. Theirs is a culture of suffering which continues to this very day. They are impoverished, and their island home is being taken away from them... quickly.