The shooting death of 22-year-old Constable Brian Martin on Ricketts Avenue in the Maxfield Park community of St Andrew though regrettable, should not be shocking to anyone.
According to news reports, the young policeman who was stationed at the Half Way Tree Police Station was standing at a Wake with a group of other men in the area known as Frog city when they were attacked by gunmen who opened fire, hitting the officer and four others. The officer died of his wounds at the hospital.
Before I am attacked for blaming the officer for his own demise, I should make clear I am doing no such thing.
As a young constable during the 80s, those were areas I would visit day and night as the most beautiful girls lived in the ghettos. One particular girl I was dating was always petrified that harm would come to me whenever I visited her.
Back then, there were M16s and other weapons in the hands of criminals, just not to the extent that they are now. Even though crime was at levels we were uncomfortable with; it was a far cry from what they are today.
Sometimes my line of defense was a .38 revolver; at other times, it was bravado and an irrational sense of indestructibility.
Later on, I graduated to a 9mm semi-automatic with extended clips.
The improved weaponry did not exactly increase my misguided sense of indestructibility; it was improved knowledge of the job, improved local knowledge, and, to some extent, the aura and mystique we built around ourselves as front-line cops.
It is incredibly difficult to explain to someone who has never been a police officer in Jamaica what exactly that aura and mystique entails, sufficing to say that it worked the exact opposite of Moths and bright lights.
Those days are long gone; during the 80s, Jamaica’s murder rate fluctuated between 500 & 600 homicides annually. Back then, we were tearing our hair out at those numbers. Today the country is awash in guns and an endless supply of ammunition, so there is that. The nation’s leaders have taken no steps to pass the required laws to put criminals where they belong. Contrarily, they have gone out of their way to hamstring the ability of the police to do their jobs effectively.
I would not be so presumptuous as to tell anyone where they should and shouldn’t go. And yes, .….….I am quite aware that there is crime everywhere. I am also mindful that he could have been killed uptown.
It is reported that the young officer is from the area and may have felt safe. Unfortunately, it is situations like these which breeds a false sense of security.
I have heard all of the excuses before, and at this point, I am way past offering safety tips to Jamaicans, who always seem to have the answers for everything, even when they do not have a clue what they are talking about.
Speaking to police officers, I venture this modicum of advice. You must understand your surroundings. You must play the odds.
Officers, if there is a likelihood that you may be ambushed in a certain community, reduce those odds by not going to those areas.
Worse yet, police officers are easily recognized. Being stationed at Half Way Tree so close to that volatile community means the officer may have been recognized by someone he may not have known but who knew him.
At some point, police officers must act in accordance with the training they receive and make better decisions as to where they hang out, even when they are from certain areas. They are still trained in local knowledge, right?
I am well aware that we live in a cocoon of make-believe. I have been told more times than I care to mention the only people who are getting gunned down are people who inna sitting wid ada people.
I had no idea that the lives of Jamaicans [regardless of who they are], were disposable.
It is so sad to me when trained police officers become victims of this system of make-believe; officers ought to know better.
We have lost far too many officers, young and old, who clearly forgot that, despite the hype and lies, far too many Jamaican communities are extremely dangerous to everyone and worse for officers.
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Mike Beckles is a former Police Detective, businessman, freelance writer, black achiever honoree, and creator of the blog mikebeckles.com.