Amy Chua makes me smile. Perhaps it’s because I have heard tales of being whipped with the brown drop cord or chapped by your ma with a high heel shoe. Or maybe it’s ‘cause I’ve been burned with an iron by my big sister when I annoyed her. Maybe it’s because I have witnessed the plaiting of a tamarind switch or because I watched a boyhood friend of mine pounded with a broom by his grandmother (he was laughing the whole time). We Bahamians are infamous for “disciplining” our kids. Many a time I’ve watched Bahamian adults twitching as my sons scream and fall on the floor as if demon possessed. I know full well that if ...

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