How could someone kill a two-year-old child?
Hold up! Are we just going to allow this child to die like this and not even a concrete block is thrown into the middle of the road, any road, in downtown Kingston, as a means of protest?
Seriously. A gunman put a gun to the head of a two-year-old child and pulled the trigger, and we are just going to go on with our lives as if nothing happened?
Have we become such lambs to the slaughter that we will allow our society to turn on itself, on its children, and not even a whimper?
Jesus Christ, people. This is the land of Paul Bogle, George William Gordon, Sam Sharpe, and Nanny. We are supposed to be warriors fighting against injustice. And if the killing of an innocent two-year-old child isn't injustice, then I don't know what is?
What? Are we too afraid, no terrified, of the coward who pulled the trigger?
Okay, if that is the case then just go stand in the middle of the road and have the next vehicle that comes by run you over because you will have no other purpose on this planet if you can't stand up for an innocent child, whose precious life was needlessly snatched away by someone who obviously has nothing to live for.
We call ourselves Jamaicans, but this is not the Jamaica that so many men and women have died for over the past 100 years. No. This cannot be the Jamaica that used to be number one in everything. Number one tourist destination. Number one producer of bauxite, pineapples, and sugar.
No, Sir. This cannot be the Jamaica that was once the jewel of the Caribbean; a nation that has produced such luminaries like Arthur Wint, Herb McKenley, Merlene Ottey, Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce and Usain Bolt.
We are not the nation that kills its kids and its women with impunity. And if this inhumane act is to happen, we are not the people who sit idly by and allow this heinous act to go unpunished. No, I cannot accept this.
I close my eyes and think about what if that was my child, and I shudder at the thought and what I would become to avenge my child. The very thought fills me with rage as the passing of Demario Whyte has made me angry since I first heard the news.
It was just Sunday that I said I was glad to have been alive to experience the Usain Bolt era, a period of athletic brilliance like we have never seen before. Now I am not so sure because I am ashamed that I am living in a country where even a child 24 months old has become a deliberate target of a gunman on the rampage.
Maybe it's a good thing I am not the minister of national security, because had I been, someone would have to find me a name within 48 hours. They would find me a name and find me a suspect with a matching name, and the full force of the law would be brought to bear.
People, what will it take for us to wake up and realise we cannot continue to live like this? This is not living. This is existing only to die, and Demario didn't do anything to deserve to live or die like this.
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