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Gren­fell Kissoon Au­gust 31, 1943 - Au­gust 23, 2023

Grenfell Kissoon: A leader and mentor to many

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robert.alon­zo@guardian.co.tt

If you knew a man named Gren­fell Kissoon who lived at Lange Park, Ch­agua­nas, and who ded­i­cat­ed his life to the me­dia in­dus­try and fam­i­ly, then you knew a great and hum­ble gen­tle­man. He was sin­cere in what he did and al­ways lent an ear to em­ploy­ees of the then Trinidad Pub­lish­ing Com­pa­ny and sis­ter com­pa­ny, Trinidad Broad­cast­ing Com­pa­ny Ra­dio Net­work.

When he pi­lot­ed the com­pa­ny’s trans­for­ma­tion to Guardian Me­dia to in­clude CNC3—now known as Guardian Me­dia Ltd —he con­tin­ued in that same vein, nev­er too busy to hear or reach out to an em­ploy­ee. He was a men­tor, a coach, and a mo­ti­va­tion­al speak­er to many. He was a man of God and al­ways en­cour­aged em­ploy­ees to put the Cre­ator first in every­thing. He was a no-non­sense man and if you went to him with a prob­lem, you had to make sure you have a pro­posed so­lu­tion.

He heard every­one and af­ter speak­ing with him, one would leave his of­fice sat­is­fied.

In No­vem­ber 1999, I was in­volved in a fa­tal rob­bery in which one of two ban­dits was killed in east Trinidad. The day af­ter, Mr Kissoon called me. We had a very long con­ver­sa­tion. He sent then ed­i­tor Andy John­son one night to check me. Lennox Grant was then Ed­i­tor in Chief, and he too called me to say that Mr Kissoon had asked that I fo­cus on re­turn­ing to work.

The fol­low­ing week, I re­turned to work. While sit­ting in the news­room, my ex­ten­sion rang. It was his loy­al and de­vot­ed sec­re­tary, Su­san Clement.

“Robert, Mr Kissoon would like to see you now in his of­fice now,” were her words I re­mem­bered. My heart might have skipped a beat then.

He warm­ly greet­ed me when I en­tered his of­fice, invit­ing me to sit. We spent al­most two hours chat­ting. He took no calls from any­one.

In our dis­cus­sion I saw a man of pas­sion and sin­cer­i­ty. He cared. He told me sev­er­al sto­ries of his young life and when he worked at Ca­roni 1975 Ltd and at TTT.

He was al­so close to for­mer head of news Rose­marie Sant, Sun­day Guardian Ed­i­tor De­bra Wanser, for­mer man­ag­ing di­rec­tor Bran­don Khan and Steve Dip­nar­ine.

He drove a black Hon­da Ac­cord. Most Sat­ur­day morn­ings he would come to the of­fice to go over to the horse rac­ing pool on Queen Street with his right-hand men, Pal­too and Toolsie, both for­mer em­ploy­ees. They were close to him. Yes, he was a horse rac­ing en­thu­si­ast and could have giv­en good tips.

Sean Clement, the su­per­vi­sor of main­te­nance, al­ways en­sured the Hon­da was clean and in top or­der.

I am sure that most peo­ple who in­ter­act­ed or con­fid­ed in him would have been asked a few ques­tions: “What is your pur­pose in life? Where do you see your­self in the next few years?”

He would put you on the spot and have you think­ing. He was a fam­i­ly-ori­ent­ed man and al­ways en­cour­aged oth­ers to cher­ish their fam­i­lies.

He nev­er came to the news­room un­less it was ab­solute­ly nec­es­sary and was not ac­cus­tomed to get­ting in­volved in ed­i­to­r­i­al mat­ters un­less he was in­vit­ed to do so.

He even re­tained for­mer gov­ern­ment min­is­ter Dr Su­ru­jrat­tan Ram­bachan to come to the Guardian to hold mo­ti­va­tion­al ses­sions with man­agers and oth­er em­ploy­ees. I was for­tu­nate to be part of that.

In 2007, I got a job of­fer from the Ex­press. I was about to leave the Guardian. An­oth­er call from Su­san say­ing Mr Kissoon want­ed to see me im­me­di­ate­ly. As I knocked on the door to en­ter his of­fice, he said: “Yes Robert, come in and have a seat.”

He said he un­der­stood that I got a job of­fer from the Ex­press. I ad­mit­ted it was a fact. He asked about the terms and con­di­tions of­fered. I told him. He asked to see the Ex­press pack­age but, un­for­tu­nate­ly, that let­ter was home. He asked that I bring it the fol­low­ing day for him.

The next morn­ing, I went over to his of­fice. I gave him the en­ve­lope. He opened and read it. He then said: “You not go­ing any­where. We need you here.”

He picked up his phone on his desk and called then gen­er­al man­ag­er In­grid Isaac to come to his of­fice. He told her some­thing. I nev­er saw that let­ter again. He threw it in the bin.

Days lat­er, Mrs Isaac pre­sent­ed me with a let­ter which I still have in my pos­ses­sion and read up to yes­ter­day, Au­gust 26, 2023.

Again, Mr Kissoon was nev­er too busy to see any­one ex­cept if he was en­gaged, and even if he was at a meet­ing, one was guar­an­teed to get a call lat­er in the day or the next day from Su­san say­ing that Mr Kissoon would see you now.

In 2008, I re­ceived the TP­CL Man­ag­ing Di­rec­tors Award for de­pend­abil­i­ty. It is an award no one else in this com­pa­ny has re­ceived to date. I al­so re­ceived the Spir­it of the News­room Award that same year.

Gren­fell Kissoon was a true leader and men­tor to many at Guardian Me­dia.

May his good soul rest in peace.


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