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LOWDOWN: When a society loses control

Richard Hoad

LOWDOWN: When a society loses control

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Buh Monkey woke up late that morning, hungry for breakfast. Stumbling outside his hut with a stretch and yawn, he muttered: “Wuhloss! I could eat a lion now!”
Same time big Buh Lion hopped around the corner spoiling for a fight.
“Eh, eh, Monk,” he growled, “is what that yuh say?”
“Oh, good morning, Buh Lion” said Monkey, with a shiver in his liver, “ah was just remarking how when a man first wake up he does talk bare foolishness!”
The same goes for writing. Imagine me last Tuesday, the wife upset because no supermarkets open to take the milk over that beriffle of bank holidays, the family coming down to enjoy themselves, and I got to write a column.
It can drive a man to distraction. It can drive a man to write foolishness and criticize big people. And let me apologize to all of them. Especially Editor Ricky Jordan.
Ricky pointed out my “folly” for expecting the Dems to do something about carrying out the death penalty after only three years in office. Specifically by withdrawing from the Inter-American Court of Human Rights, repealing whatever legislation is allowing today’s vicious, cold-blooded murderers to get away with manslaughter, speeding up the legal process and oiling the gallows.
With a new, energetic party in power, I figured that would take maybe two weeks at the most. Having seen how Parliament rushed through Heroes Day legislation in like six days.
I was wrong. Bajan families still have to wait years to undergo the trauma of reliving horrific events, knowing all the while the perpetrator will never get his just deserts.
Anyhow, at least Ricky and I can agree that the Rihanna concert was an unqualified success and a master coup for PM Stuart. Two of my daughters thought it was the greatest show ever in Barbados. Well done, Rihanna and Froon, you did us proud!
Agriculture is the other area I hoped this Government would tackle after I had railed ad nauseam against “my” administration for allowing speculators to abandon some of our best lands in bush. Mr Jordan will be pleased to know that, far from “offering no concrete alternatives”, Sir Courtenay Blackman, who sees agriculture as one of the main planks of our economic recovery, has put forward proposals for forcing idle land back into production.
But let me get back to the crime and violence scenario. Could not the big maguffies see what I have been preaching for years? Cuddear, if your only penalties for lawless behaviour and even murder are imprisonment, probation and community service, how long will it take for wayward youth to realize that they can destroy a country?
We saw it here when law enforcement agents watched as Glendairy Prisons was burnt down and did nothing to stop it.
We are seeing it now in England where it has suddenly hit the authorities that they have lock-up space for less than five per cent of the hooligans and looters. They can’t shoot them or beat them. They’re even reluctant to use water cannon or rubber bullets. They’re helpless.
So we see the ridiculous farce of small businesses set ablaze and looted, squads of policemen retreating from bottle-throwers. And even as their PM threatens the “full weight of the law”, gleeful teenagers ridicule the powerlessness of the government and police.
Obviously young people have grievances: they need jobs, BlackBerrys, plasma TVs. But all that can in no way justify destroying other people’s property.
What goes around, of course, comes around.
The British government has aided, encouraged and abetted “rebels” in the “Arab Spring”.
Now their own citizens are using the same methods against them.
Meanwhile our officers are taking bullets on our behalf, and staff must be detailed to watch drug mules taking up hospital space to jobby out illegal substances.
Tell your administration to stop marking time, Mr Jordan. Heed our calypsonians: “The old-time cat o’nine (beat them bad!) and they bound to change their minds; send them to Carrera with licks like fire and they bound to surrender.”  
Fond farewell to Mr Laurie Sobers, a Shorey Village stalwart and a gentleman.