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MAVIS BECKLES – I fuh hanging

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Duh got a lot o’ people in this Barbados who playing dem is do-gooders. I talking ’bout the ones who playing dat dem got tuh represent the so-called man at the bottom, the small man, the so-called unfortunate, the underprivileged.
Ya does hear or read ’bout dem so in the court cases in the newspapers. Some o’ these big wigs in representing these delinquents does playing dem talking ’bout how the body ain’t had the benefit of some people who had a perfect childhood, or how he ain’t had the privilege of a father figure in or around the house when dem was growing up.
As a matter o’ fact, duh might have only seen the father once or twice as a child; dat he was raised by a gran’mother or aunts and dat the reason why he turned out tuh be a delinquent is as a result o’ all o’ these things so.
Well I got something tuh tell all o’ wunna lawmakers and do-gooders who does be sitting down in wunna swivel leather office chairs behind a big wufless mahogany desk or in a expensive lounge chair pon wunna upstairs balconies looking ovah wunna well manicured lawns in a nice soft robe or driving out o’ one o’ the heights and terraces in a sleek expensive air-conditioned car wid tinted window. Dat is a whole lot o’ crap, bare dog, a whole lot o’ foolishness.
All wunna doing is telling these people who doan intend tuh live like decent law-abiding citizens dat dem could do as they very well like and get way wid it; this lot o’ junk so gotta stop.
No gold spoon
I cahn tell you of anybody who went tuh school or Sunday school wid me who was born wid a gold spoon in duh mout’. Furthermore, all o’ we was p-poor and, as a matter o’ fact, some more poor than some.
Some o’ we had good fathers like mine who used tuh come home every day and night, who used tuh spend time wid all o’ we and would give he last cent.
Then duh had some fathers that used tuh be out up under the street light gambling, playing cards or slamming a dom wid the boys and by the time duh get home, half duh week’s pay gone; then some fathers used tuh come in when the Friday night come and because duh didn’t have enough money fuh the house after drinking um out, used tuh tek it out in bare blows pon the poor woman and children, who most o’ the time used tuh be there hungry as France and waiting fuh the few dollars tuh go in the corner shop.
I also grow up wid some children in my vicinity who tuh this day never see duh father and a whole family of five, including three girls, get raised wid duh gran’mother because the mother left and went long tuh England and never look back at dem children; further than dat, the woman get married up there and start a whole new family up there.
Dem children struggle and come along and most days whatevah we had in our li’l four-room house used tuh share wid dem. All o’ we children grow up now and move away from Lightfoot Lane and leading different lifestyles, and tuh this day I have never seen dat woman back pon this rock.
So you would know dat dem children grow up wid-out a mother or father . . . but not one o’ dem ain’t turn out tuh be nuh kinda criminal up tuh today.
And look, wunna got tuh stop all o’ this ignernts. It does really get me vex about a lot o’ these young people, especially young boys who mek up in dem minds dat dem ain’t driving a stroke fuh a boy.
Frank article
Some come from home wid mothers, some o’ dem wid both mother and father, some o’ dem wid a whole big family ’round dem, but dem decide from early dat dem ain’t intend tuh do nuh kinda wuk fuh a boy, so dem gine rob and kill fuh it – dem ain’t care who get hurt.
I read Richard Hoad article the other day and I had tuh read it over a second time and aloud because I couldn’t have put it better. The man sarcasm was biting, stinging, down right brutal and in ya face.
All o’ wunna who fuh whatevah reason playing wunna getting up in the people papers and talking ’bout not hanging nuhbody because, as one body say, duh could be innocent, want spen’ning a week wid the police.
Wunna want putting pon duty both day and night, going out in the patrol cars and boldly going down in all the danger zones. All o’ wunna need tuh see dat all hours o’ the night instead o’ being in dem bed reading a book, the newspaper, playing music or something, a lot o’ people, especially young men, does be out pon the streets in all kinds o’ holes, getting involved in all kinds o’ lawlessness dat gine eventually land dem before the courts and then in prison.
So, yes! You got my vote. I, like Lickmout’ Lou and the majority o’ Bajans, say bring back hanging, give the criminal-minded man something tuh look forward tuh.
 Mavis Beckles was born and raised in The Orleans. She has an opinion on everything.