Murder, corruption, government scandals. Jamaica, a beautiful island of approximately 2.7 million people, is fast going the way of Somalia, where don’s rule the inner cities, government has no regard for the rights of it’s citizens and contues to live high-on-the-hog, using taxpayers’ money.
The two political parties in Jamaica have created a state of tribalism, where decent, hardworking Jamaican citizens’ lives can be had for nought. Simply because they were too outspoken against one political party or another. People live in fear in this island paradise, wondering if “I’m next”.
Governments have come and gone, their varied rules, comprised of one or the other of the two major political parties in the island, the Jamaica Labour Party (JLP), or the People’s National Party (PNP). There have been other parties, but their existence has been short-lived. The sole political party remaining is the National Democratic Movement (NDM), but their voice has been virtually silenced, mainly due to a lack of funding and the political tribalism created by the JLP and PNP.
Political parties in Jamaica are able to secure votes by having a “rally” which is not much more than a party, where votes are secured by offering a few thousand dollars, a plate of curry goat and a bottle or two of white rum. Rather than have people vote on issues, these political parties would rather keep people ignorant, hence sayings like “mi a born PNP” or “my daddy was a die-hard JLP”.
It is no wonder the education system suffers so much in this country, but whoever comprises the government of the day, is not interested in education, because once the people are able to think for themselves, they may turn away from these corrupt political influences.
This is a short post highlighting some of the bad in Jamaica. There is much more to this paradise, but it is fast disappearing because of the stranglehold that the two major political parties hold over the people.
Jamaicans by-and-large are a wonderful, creative, friendly and resourceful people. We have quaint little towns and villages throughout the island, magnificent mountains, many unspoilt and beautiful vistas and the greatest beaches on earth.
There is bad in all corners of the globe, but we are fast becoming known as the “muder capital of the world”, something dangerously harmful to our fragile tourist industry.
It is critical that Jamaicans realise that when the next election rolls around (in 3 or so years) it is time to stand up and be counted. Let your voices be heard. Let government understand that they are the servants of the people, not the other way around and are accountable to us for our hard-earned taxes. They must protect the rights of every single citizen of this country, regardless of status and create the opportunities for young people to become tomorrows entrepreneurs.
Blaring horns, screeching tyres, cursing, shouting and the inevitable crunch or thud as vehicles collide or slam into unsuspecting pedestrians.
Coverage on the evening news; relatives crying, friends mourning the passing of another and police authorities pleading for motorists to slow down and save a life.
Why can’t the motoring public learn to obey the rules?? Buses, taxis, commercial and private vehicles. They all break the rules. Why?? Why the never-ending race to get ahead of the other driver?? Why must they beat the stop light?? Taxis and buses hustling because “man haffi eat a food” and it becomes a dog-eat-dog, survival-of-the-fittest competition.
It has, in fact, become a health hazard to those who would attempt to cross roads, especially our children, who may be coming from or going to school.
It does not seem to bother the offenders. We live through and experience this daily. We rely on our maturity and common sense, but sometimes rage prevails and we cannot help but berate the offenders with the choicest of Jamaican bad words.
“Man, ah whe di **expletive**, do yuh!?!? Yuh blin’, or yuh jus’**expletive** fool!?!?” Or, something like “Ey bway, a whe’ di **expletive** yuh buy yuh license??”
This serves no purpose however, except to vent our anger at the indiscipline which is all around us. Those who would protect and serve seem oblivious to this behaviour and many of them are guilty of it too. Some will not stop the offenders on our roads for fear of that bus, or that taxi belonging to a fellow “squaddie”.
Of course, when stopped, some bawl “police brutality” and our human rights watchdogs jump up and down. I propose buying wooden ladles for some of these groups en masse, because all they do is stir.
You seldom hear that Mr. “X” was wrong. You only hear the negatives against those who protect and serve.
I want to know; How many more of our children must die before we do something about this menace on our roads?? How many more innocent commuters must suffer untimely deaths because of the wanton carelessness by drivers of taxis, buses, or private motor vehicles?? How many more families must suffer the loss or incapacitation of loved ones because of someone’s carelessness??
For a little island like this, we have too many deaths because of the carelessness by road users; motorists, cyclists and pedestrians alike. My father used to say; “Since you can’t hear, now you’re going to feel” at which point he would reach for his belt. I learned to hear very well, very quickly.
Come on people. We can do better. Come on goverrnment. Enact and enforce those laws (laws with teeth) which will put fear into those who feel they can do as they like on our roads and will receive nothing other than a slap on the wrist for this wanton waste of human life.