I am seriously conflicted on how I should start this article. Through the turmoil of my mind, a thought tells me, like Bob Marley, I am “Talking Blues”. I too feel like bombing, not a church in this instance, but an unjust legal and political system. A system that allows the victims to be forever punished and persecuted ,while the offender progresses and prospers without regard for anyone or anything.
Cold ground is our bed tonight and rock our pillow. It has been what seems like forever, since a very close friend of mine lost her son in a car accident. We all know the case. My friend was driving home one evening, when she crashed into a structure that was deemed unsafe to be where it stood. The said structure, which was said to be hazardous to vehicular traffic, was to be moved but was not. It must be noted, since the accident it has been removed. In the accident my friend lost her son, and almost her daughter, who was seriously injured.
Just about three years after that tragic accident, my friend would be legally charged for driving in a manner that caused the death of her son. The Prime Minister, who was then in opposition and campaigning to win the government said, what was happening to my friend was unjust. She called up the now Attorney General on stage that evening and said, her party had many lawyers who would be assisting my friend in her plight for justice.
The government changed, and the then opposition leader is now Prime Minister. What followed was a lot of non – assistance by the Prime Minister or any of the lawyers she said was at her disposal for my friend. Further to this, the developer of the structure that was said to be illegal, struck a lucrative financial deal with government while my friend continued to face the law courts.
In an effort to assist and support my friend, the African Heritage Foundation, an organization we are both members of, organized and delivered a petition to the office of the Director of Public Prosecution (DPP), seeking to discontinue the case. No reply was ever given to the organization or my friend by the DPP.
It has been over a year since my friend had to appear in court on this charge. The case has now gone to High Court. Last night, out of the blue, officers turn up at her house saying she has to go to court this morning. No summons or anything. How is this right?
It is over 5 years now since my friend lost her son, but she is not allowed to rest. Her daughter is not allowed to rest. Her family and loved ones are not allowed to rest. The question is, when will my friend be allowed some closure and rest?
I agreed with the Prime Minister when she said that this situation, and what was being done to my friend was unjust. How this situation is being handled by the law is also unjust.
I have many opinions, on many things regarding the Prime Minister and her government. Most of those opinions are not positive, but I do have a few things that I think she can be commended for doing. No matter who the person is, they are not much more than their word. A nation expects its leader to be honourable and just, of good character. Our Prime Minister has abandoned my friend. What kind of person does something like that, while touting a slogan that they care? How does a woman do this to another woman, in a time of uprising and empowerment for women?
How will the BLP yard fowls justify this betrayal of this young mother by their leader?
I rest my head on the hard ground with you my friend and rock is our pillow. The blues we talk, will not go unheard.
A prayer for you my friend.
This psalm 11 is classified as “trust of the individual.” In this psalm, only one person is in the foreground. Although there are a group of people who are represented as the antagonists to faith in the most high, there is only one man/woman who is expressing trust in the supreme energy of justice. The focus of the psalm is on the trust of this one individual, presumably David
May your trust be as that of David my friend.
In Rastafari put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Rastafari is in his holy tabernacle, their throne is in the heavens: their eyes behold, their eyelids try, the children of men.
Rastafari trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
For Rastafari loveth righteousness; our countenance doth behold the upright.