“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.”
SE Hinton, The Outsiders.
Somewhere in Trinidad and Tobago, there is likely to be a high powered national security meeting going on right now. But it will have little to do with catching the killer of WPC Nyasha Joseph, whose lifeless body was found today by fishermen just outside the Caroni Swamp.
No, the object will be to somehow obfuscate the horrific truth about life on our two island paradise. And the truth is we are about as safe as a fowl in Colonel Sanders’ henhouse.
And we’re probably not worth the price of a Supa Deal either.
Photographs of Nyasha cuddling a fellah with more gold than Maraj and Sons have already been circulating. And the dude, mind you, is allegedly employed by a “Chemist”, although neither gentleman have chemistry degrees and both supposedly use highly unusual methods to cure headaches.
But the peeping Toms, who think women are co-conspirators for no reason other than their proximity to potential criminals, miss an important point—other than the irony that politicians never take responsibility for the behaviour of the crooked contractors they invite to their birthdays and wedding parties.
The point is not whether or not the criminal can get hold of a potential victim. Surely it ought to be whether the law can get hold of the criminal—or is even trying to.
“When the sentence for a crime is not quickly carried out, the hearts of the people are filled with schemes to do wrong.”
King Solomon, Ecclesiastes 8:11
The wolves are not even bothering with sheep’s clothing anymore. And even police are not off-limits. The only ones engaged in self-delusion at present is the public.
Besides distributing speeding tickets and assisting wreckers, what does the police do effectively? Why even bother with the charade anymore?
Instead of looking us square in the eye and insisting that “officers are working assiduously to bring the perpetrators to justice”, acting Police Commissioner Stephen Williams might as well tell Trinidad and Tobago: “Your guess about what we should do now is as good as mine!”
If ever there was a poor actor in La La Land, it was Williams. Criminologist Renee Cummings probably comes up with more feasible crime fighting ideas than the entire National Security Council before she has even had breakfast.
Abiela Adams, Rachael Ramkissoon, Shannon Banfield, Nadia Simms, Asami Nagakiya, Dana Seetahal… At this rate, Usain Bolt would not have anyone left to aggressively dry hump at the 2018 Carnival.
In the midst of the savagery are whispers—and Mr Live Wire spoke to alleged eye witnesses—that a certain soca star who hasn’t had a fogging hit in years has been beating his girlfriend like a magic drum.
Man and woman ting, of course. Nothing more than tea time conversation for Kermit.
We continue to believe that violence can be contained to areas which are not threatening to the rest of us. This illusion allows us to continue merrily with our lives, confident in our belief that Colonel Sanders will never be interested in serving up good fowls like us.
Until it is too late.
“If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.”
W Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil.
Farewell, Mrs Officer. You have gone to a place beyond fear. It is the rest of us to ketch now.
Whatever your faults, you did not deserve such a horrific ending.
And to the Prime Minister, National Security Minister and acting Police Commissioner, save the ole talk. The usefulness of your efforts will be reflected only in results. When you are stuck in the middle of the deep blue sea, you learn to swim or you drown. There are no bonus points for trying.
We have wasted enough time jammin’ in La La Land. Fete over, so get to work!
“An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie, for an excuse is a lie guarded.”
Pope John Paul II