Every day we read about the murders in JAMAICA, yet to some, it is no big deal. “People die every day, people die everywhere”, they say.
I am a lot less sanguine about these killings than the average Jamaican. I find it appalling that life is so devalued, that people just step over the dead bodies and continue partying.
The Government and Opposition party has found in the crime issue, a useful political football. Blame the party in Government for the high levels of crime, and when it is their turn in government, they do the bare minimum, so as not to change the paradigm.
The unfortunate thing for the country is that while the two political parties play politics with this issue, the dead bodies of Jamaicans are piling up across this beautiful country.
The question for those who say people die everywhere is. “how in God’s name can you be comfortable with Jamaica being the number two country on this planet for murders and violent crime”?
How could people become so desensitized to the shedding of blood?
And then it hit me, we have already witnessed the shredding of our cultural norms, our country has become a place for gladiators and bloodsuckers.
We have already lost the soul of our nation.
Yesterday I received a phone call that sent a chill down my spine while simultaneously evoking the twin demons of anger and despair in me.
My childhood friend was murdered in Saint Mary.
He had gone to do business I was told, as he always does as he tries to make a living.
It was not enough to just rob him of his money, taking his life was necessary to satisfy their blood-lust.
Elvis Richards was born roughly a month before me, we went to school together and we competed at everything.
In class, he was a maths whizz who was very useful in helping me understand mathematical concepts.
On the field of play, whether it was soccer or my beloved cricket, we always had a blast.
He married his childhood sweetheart and I was honored to be at his wedding to see him and Gene wed.
We separated as he returned to the United States where he had earlier migrated to, and I continued on with my life, making my contribution to the crime fight in Jamaica.
Years later our paths crossed again as I moved to the United States and he went back to Jamaica. We spoke on and off, every time we spoke he would encourage me to return so that we could continue to enjoy the beauty of Jamaica as we did previously.
I always told him I would love to, but I was uncomfortable with the Government’s attitude toward violent criminals. He would laugh and say “bway das why mi live inna di kuntry.“
The last time we spoke was just before Christmas of last year. We both wished each other well.
It was the last conversation we would have. Living in the country could not save him from the demented monsters. They took his property, but it was not enough to simply take what he had. They wanted his life, and so they took that away from him as well.
A Government’s number one responsibility is to keep the people safe.
If a government fails at its primary function, nothing else it does that may be construed to be positive matters.
The government cannot stop people from killing each other. The government can put in place laws which make it abundantly clear, that if you kill another human being, you will be found, and when you are caught you will wish that you were dead.
The Governing Jamaica Labor Party under Andrew Holness has been way out on his skis, he believes that the dirty business of reining in the Islands bloodthirsty murderers can be done with velvet white gloves and top hat.
For its part the Opposition People National Party has no plan to deal with the menace, it positions itself in opposition to everything the Government does, which includes proposals on how to deal with crime.
The Honorable House of Representatives is used to display classless, boorish verbal clashes between the two groups of low-class [Mongrels] who pretend to be leaders.
Dealing with criminals is dirty work, it is not pretty, but it is necessary if Jamaica wishes to maintain its status as a functioning democratic society. By its continued refusal and lack of will, Jamaica has continued to degrade as a society, while still persisting in creating a thicker veneer of pretense.
Given time the whole façade will come tumbling down. Sure the cruise ship arrivals are cool. New all-inclusive hotels and lots of tourists crammed into protected spaces will fool the world for a little while, but the country is being destroyed from within.
Murderers know that when the rubber meets the road both political parties are hand in glove with them and that’s the bottom line.
As homeowners lose the value of their homes more and more extortionists make it difficult for people to live in once-pristine neighborhoods.
The system is more interested in jailing police officers for taking out the murdering scum, than it is in jailing the scum who take innocent life.
We need a radical change in Jamaica, that change may have to come at the expense of both the JLP & PNP.
One way or another, since both parties have positioned themselves as agencies against progress and change.
Mike Beckles is a former Jamaican police Detective corporal, businessman, researcher, and blogger.
He is a black achiever honoree, and publisher of the blog chatt-a-box.com.
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