Jamacains think about stuff very different. In about 1990 I met a Jamaican welder when I was working on a water treatment plant and we got to be really close friends. Hard worker. Could operate equipment and drive a truck too. When we were working and things went all kinda wrong it wasn't my problem, it was OUR problem. (I was the site supervisor). He brought some other Jamaicans around, one a carpenter, and the other a laborer and they were very proud of showing you how hard they could work. Over the years we got pretty close, knowing each other's families, holiday visits and all. Before my mother died and was bedridden he used to come visit her and sit by her bedside and tell her stories about growing up in Jamacia, walking to town to go to the store, hearing a car coming and hiding in the ditch in case it was the "Blackhearts" climbing trees to get fruit, and how if you had a can of corned beef you were on top of the world. He used to have her laughing and laughing. Sadly cancer took him in 2013. Started in his prostrate, went into remission, came back about 2 years later, and spread to his bones. I think he was only 57. I don't know if all Jamaicans are like that, but all the ones I met from his village were all about honesty, working hard, and their children. And they were defiantly not Black, they were Jamaican