I-and-I want to write a post and at the same time I-and-I don’t want to write the post.
As I was composing the last post here, I decided that the very next post would be to analyze some of the steps that could and should be taken to stem the tide of bloodshed currently over-flowing the levee of “economically-depressed” ghettos; and threatening to flood Jamaica much like the rains are flooding the American state of Iowa.
Since so many other commentators are calling for the Jamaican state to abridge and abuse the rights of the poor and poorly connected, this post was supposed to be a look at the ways in which crime and lawlessness would ease up if we abridged the rights of the well-to-do and well-connected.
Then the bomb went off!
We were told there were bomb threats in the Jamaica Gleaner’s Thursday Talk gossip column a little while ago.
Problems in Ochi
3.Businesses and hoteliers in and around Ocho Rios are running scared after last week’s brazen developments. Seems they are convinced the hoax of a bomb threat was directly related to the armed robbery elsewhere. And, they are none too happy with the growing squatter communities mushrooming everywhere as they say it produces a two-fold problem: denuding the area causing flooding and creating a haven for criminal activity.
Source: Jamaica Gleaner, Thursday Talk, June 12, 2008
Since I didn’t read about the prevalence of bomb threats elsewhere, it sadly strengthened my belief that the only hard-news in Jamaica on a regular basis is to be found in this gossip column and no-where else.
But it took a while to have the significance sink in! We have bombs going off in Jamaica now. This is a new low. It reminds me of the other notable milestones on the slow creep to chaos when I expected Jamaicans to rise up and demand that their political leaders level with them and re-establish law and order.
One such milestone was when the decapitations took place in rural Jamaica, and my dominant thought was “Al Qaida dey a yard.” We’ve see decapitations before in husband-wife homicides but never before in a rural area by assailants presumed to be unknown to the victims. Now we have bombs going off and the people still seem complacent. It is as if our resilience retards us; as we descend into hell we lower our standards more and more. Where does it end? At what point do we stop adapting?
So I took a hiatus from Jamaican news. I read the news in Jamaica everyday to follow the runnings in the island I’m from. Sometimes it seems that island is invisible, and is replaced by a third-rate, third-world, rinky-dink banana republic where atrocities that should be inconceivable are commonplace.
I have enough bomb-news from Baghdad everyday, do I now need to read about daily blasts in Jamaica. It wasn’t that big a bomb, but this doesn’t auger well at all.
So I would like to write a post, but one of the core missions of this blog is to strip away the cute euphemisms bigga heads use to dehumanize poor people in Jamaica or patronize the masses that comprise the shrinking middle-class. We say we need more “hard policing” as code for “shoot more poor people;” and we talk about “economically-depressed areas” with no acknowledgment of who is depressing them.
It’s easy enough to decode other people’s euphemisms, but harder to speak without using them myself. But perhaps the hardest part is to write about some of the cold, calculated steps that will need to be taken to get us out of this mess. So I have a post, it nuh pretty. It’s Machiavellian in many ways, and I was in the process of cleaning it up. Now I will dutty it back up and post it.