Over the years, one of the things associates and I have talked about, at least in this forum, is the role women play in the proliferation of crime in Jamaica.
An army going to war must first work out logistically how its troops will be supplied and resupplied with ammunition, food, medicine, hospital for the wounded, to name a few requirements.
Without good logistical support, that army has almost zero chance of success.
Jamaican women have long made themselves that logistical supply line for the Island’s criminal men.
By doing so, they have made themselves willing accessories before and after the fact and, in far too many cases, primary accomplices.
It is no wonder that the criminal men have now turned their venom on the women who enabled them. But, unfortunately, these heinous killers have lost all connection with reality; as a result, not even children are being spared their blood-lust.
The Critical Role Women Play In Jamaica’s Culture Of Crime And It’s Boomerang Results….
As a young beat cop, women would tell me to my face how handsome I was, but they wouldn’t date me because police did not make any money. Missa Beckles yu cute, but my man haffi teef and bring nuff money cum gi mi.
These inner-city women would be adorned with gold trinkets from head to toe, and they weren’t shy about telling us that their men were thieves and had stolen the jewelry they were wearing.
Jamaican women, regardless of their title, mothers, girlfriends, aunts, sisters, or whatever, are true supporters of the criminal conduct of their male associates.
They shield the men from Police. They go out and demonstrate on their behalf. They lie about events whenever they are killed in a confrontation with the police. They give false affidavits and accounting of critical events to have effective police officers removed from certain areas, and the brain-dead police hierarchy never fails to fall for it. Area crime figures were never in doubt about the effectiveness of women in building and entrenching their criminal strongholds. On the contrary, they were always first on the demonstration lines claiming police murda di innocent yute who nu du nutten.
They can be found in their numbers demonstrating and demanding the release of their dons…
So it is not out of the ordinary that the very monsters they created would, in turn ‑turn on their creators.
As a young officer at the CIB, I figured if I knew where certain known criminal’s mothers and girlfriends lived, I had a pretty good idea how to catch them when I needed to.
I wasn’t wrong. If you believe in the power of karma, then you do understand that you reap that which you sow.
For decades Jamaican women have offered themselves up as bulwarks of support for their murderous sons, boyfriends, and family members. Back in the day, women were out of bounds; even if the killers kicked in doors and killed the men, they would leave the women and children.
All of that is history now; not even babies are spared. On the contrary, in most cases, the killers actively seek out women and children on whom to exact their murderous vengeance. Women and children are being slaughtered in alarming numbers, almost on par with their male counterparts. Tragically, the chickens have come home to roost. The blood-thirsty killers hyped up on drugs and empowered by the automatic weapons they possess make no distinction about who they kill. As the murder rampage continues with numbing yet alarming frequency, women continue to shield killers in their homes, and yes, they even take them into their bodies.
Mike Beckles is a former Police Detective, businessman, freelance writer, black achiever honoree, and creator of the blog mikebeckles.com.