I try to pace myself with these posts. Give myself time to think and then post, but now this is ridiculous:Look at this boy in the Jamaica Observer. He could have been me when I was his age. I went to Mona Primary. I lived in Mona Heights. This is not the first youth to die, but now, cho man!
This boy could have been my son. He looks like my son. I am so vexed. It makes me sick. I never thought I would never write a post/something like this.
And not because is "brown" yout. There is no "brown". Black is a color of political allegiance, so my little Black brothers all over Jamaica are being killed. And for what?
Any society that cannot, will not protect its young is barbaric.
And I am not naive enough to believe that there will never be crime--there is something in our nature that if not curbed leads us to this criminality.
This is insanity!
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What I object to is calling the thugs who carry out these wanton killings 'dog-heart man'. No self-respecting dog would do what some of these sheg-up people do.
True words. Another reason why it was so depressing was that I KNOW Mona. I have walked, driven my car, used to ride my bicycle through every street in Mona--Ian from Inner Circle told my daughter that I was "a brown skin yout who used to ride him bicycle whole heap."
I've walked through Mona Heights many a time myself.
I don't think anyone today would walk around Kingston the way I used to (much less do what Mark Douglas, Michael Cooke and I did, walk from UWI to Dennis Scott's house -- then in Norbrook -- to sing 'We Three Kings' at sunrise.
Ha!
That's great story. In fact,when I do my happy birthday for Dennis, if you can spread the word, let's all the ones who knew Dennis in the Caribbean, US, UK -- the world--write in a Dennis Scott memory. Or should we do it sooner?
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