“Insanity,” “the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness, extreme foolishness or irrationality.
Psychology today characterizes (insanity) this way; Mental illness of such a severe nature that a person cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, cannot conduct her/his affairs due to psychosis, or is subject to uncontrollable impulsive behavior. … mental health professionals inform it, but the term today is primarily legal, not psychological.
Haha, and there it is, folks.….colloquially, we Jamaicans refer to insanity as doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting a different result.
In practical terms doing the same thing over and over will result in the same result; it is like math; it does not matter how many times you multiply 10 x 10, you will end up with 100, as long as you do so correctly.
For those reasons, the handwringing from the likes of Horace Chang, minister of national security, at the rash of killings in the Farm community of Clarendon, is so utterly disgusting to me.
Speaking at the May Pen Police Station, Chang lamented the community’s lack of support against lawlessness.
(‘I urge community members with information about these killings to come forward and lend support to the police so we can eradicate these criminals.”
(“These criminals behave in an almost savage way, and that is a result of the failure of our society in preserving aspects of social order.”
What BS, Horace Chang is the member of Parliament for one of the strongest garrison communities in the Parish of Saint James. Before he became Minister of National [Security], which is an oxymoron when considered alongside someone like Chang, he was a defender of the criminals operating in his garrison community on the one hand, while paying lip service to the rule of law on the other.
The real story is not the hypocrisy of the likes of Horace Chang, and in fairness, all of the Island’s politicians and certain segments of the social class. It is about how they set the house on fire then bemoan the destruction caused by the flames.
Gone are the days when our country had four to five hundred homicides per year. We now live in an existence where a thousand dead Jamaicans annually, would be seen and celebrated as a working law enforcement strategy.
The fakery and pretentiousness of that area of the Jamaican society that influences and make decisions that matter, makes it impossible for this intractable problem of endemic violence to be dealt with decisively.
No one wants a society in which police officers operate with impunity. Certainly not conscientious police officers past or present. This writer, himself, a former member of the JCF, has zero-tolerance for that policing; as a young officer, I had several confrontations with officers who would abuse their oaths by mistreating members of the public.
I left the JCF a long time ago, but not long enough that my service record cannot be traced. Many of my former colleagues are still serving; they knew where I stood then, they know where I stand now, based on my years of writing on this subject.
My adherence to the rules should never be construed to be passivity or a lackluster approach to how violent criminals should be dealt with.
Keeping homicides under five hundred per year in Jamaica was no easy feat; it certainly did not occur in a vacuum, and it certainly was not accomplished by imploring murderers to obey the laws.
Social programs are worthwhile steps to take to end the vicious cycle of violence producers and corralling violent criminals.
But the Island has strayed so far away from what kept the murder numbers low during the ’80s, that beseeching the communities to report criminals to the police today, is tantamount to asking the criminals to turn themselves in.
Entire communities are arguably havens of criminality in which decent law-abiding members are in the minority and are terrified to open their mouths to anyone about what they know.
They have zero confidence in the police, and would rather live under the criminals’ bootheels instead of risking a violent and bloody ending by giving the police information. Information they correctly believe may end up right back with the violent murderers they want to be removed from their communities.
To a certain degree, many police officers’ attitudes today are sympathetic and more reflective of the views and beliefs that exist in certain communities, than they reflect a belief in the rule of law.
That is the inherent tragedy that the nation now grapples with, and the divide that the criminals continue to exploit.
A Jamaican society was created that gives every benefit of the doubt to violent murderers. The law-makers head garrison constituencies that are veritable havens of criminality. Consequently, the laws are not particularly slanted to the continuation of the Jamaican State as a viable entity that is larger than the individual; the laws are unduly acquiescent to the rights of the most vicious murderer.
The cause of all this is now debated as the fault of the large powers that loans money to keep the Jamaican state afloat.
Whether or not Jamaica is now subservient to America and other nations because it depends on them for loans is a plausible conversation to have.
However, long before Jamaica was inundated with criminal rights activists and lobbyists telling the leaders what they can and cannot do legislatively, the leaders themselves were active lobbyists and protectors of the violent criminals that preyed upon the weak and defenseless.
The so-called human-rights lobby, better knows as criminal rights activists, merely exploited the space that already existed between the criminals and those enforcing the laws.
The habit of the Minister of National Security and the commissioner of Police of showing up in communities after the mayhem inflicted by the murderers, are tired, worn-out, and frankly pathetic.
The words ring hollow and useless. They are exercises in futility. Begging people to come forward is a waste of time; it will not happen.
There was a reason that things were different in the past; the police were more respected; a large percentage of the JCF was more revered. Call them super cops, call them name brand cops, or whatever. The terminology does not mean brutal or lawless; it meant effective.
We got the information we needed; we knew the criminals because citizens trusted us.
The trust and love many community members had for us made it impossible for criminal elements to garner the courage to set up shop in the spaces we operated in.
Despite the hifalutin theories being bandied about how policing should be done, something that has corrupted JCF members’ minds, policing remains largely the same.
Officers must carry themselves with dignity and purpose and show respect to the community, which will result in reciprocity if cultivated over time.
That is what I mean when I say policing remains the same. We can argue that communities in which police have been successful, (let us say in the United States), are the same communities to which the police show respect.
The opposite is true of those communities in which the police act as overlords.
The sad reality is that the Gangsters who operate as shot-callers in communities across the Island knew the impact name brand cops had on their abilities to operate.
They put the powder in the water that colored the narrative. They knew that society would go along with their idea that name brand cops were bad for Jamaica. They knew that the elites would drink the cool-aid, and that the criminals who operate out of Gordon House would follow suit.
It has been a systemic strategy employed by them to discredit the police; it included laying down covering fire so that weapons fallen from dead gangsters may be retrieved by other gangsters, thereby creating the impression that the cops murdered innocent choir boys. It graduated to sending out mourners to demonstrate that cops murdered innocent men, paid mourners, others forced at the peril of their lives.
The criminal underworld understood that weakening the Police department was the best strategy for turning the Island into the gangster’s paradise it has become. Unfortunately, the fakes and frauds at the UWI did not understand it.
Out of that institution came some of the vapidest attacks on the police.
The JCF leadership, failed to respond, like neutered dogs, totally supplicant to their political bosses, they allowed the narrative to take root without fighting back.
Today, the JCF is the UWI; the force’s entire senior leadership has one connection or another with that institution. An institution that is one of the most anti-law enforcement anywhere in the world.
One that has completely corrupted and corroded the process that the leadership of the JCF is unable to find its way out of a brown paper bag, despite the long list of letters they boast beside their names.
It was never about letters and degrees. It was never about bravado, and posturing. It has always been about commitment and dedication, love of country, which should not be attributed to the Island’s leaders of either political party.
That is what we brought to the table when we strapped up and stepped out to do our jobs. We wanted a Jamaica in which all people could go about their business in peace and with the assurance that they would be secure.
The pay was no good, but it was not what drove so many away; it has been the lack of support for the rule of law, by the people who made the laws.
The soil is now far too contaminated to produce good crops. The gangsters know it. They also know that the Minister of National Security and the Commissioner of police’s posturing is just that.
Mike Beckles is a former Police Detective, businessman, freelance writer, a black achiever honoree, and publisher of the blog mikebeckles.com.
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