Our nation has been here before; too many times before!
Sons gone too soon; unsuspecting daughters snuffed out at a whim; fathers, eerily close to their homes, assaulted by an unmitigated force of weaponry unfit to be in the hands of civilians; children longing for their father's return home; mothers mourning their sons amidst a backdrop of the modern day methods our people now use to settle their differences!
What manner of evil possesses the mind of an individual who destroys the life of another without remorse? What type of human being sleeps at night with the stain of another man's blood on his hands?
The stark sting of death has trickled into every nook and cranny of the four corners of our twin island federation of St. Kitts and Nevis. The wall of fallen victims has grown considerably. The days, weeks and months have turned into years as many of the murders of our sons, daughters, fathers and mothers have turned into cold case files. Mere statistics!
Although the years have rolled on, the pain for many families has not subsided; the sting of death still as sharp as the moment when news of their murdered family member first broke.
Given the number of unsolved murders that have become the hallmark of our post millennium era, it appears mothers and fathers who buried their children will go to their own graves without ever seeing justice for their loved ones!
Throughout the length and breadth of St. Kitts and Nevis, some of the most brutal and heinous homicides have been committed for which the criminals have never been brought to justice.
The ugly truth about where we stand when measured up against other nations in the world is that we are one of the top ten most murderous countries in the world. Is this the St. Kitts and Nevis in which our children will grow up?
Death by its very nature is often painful and difficult to comprehend. No matter how much we hear about it, should it befall our loved ones unexpectedly and violently, we are beside ourselves, often distancing ourselves from the world that appears so cold; the world from which a beloved family or dear friend was stolen. The loss of a child, the flesh of a woman's womb, is unexplainable.
How do we stem the tide of violence that our nation has seemingly grown to accept? How do we disempower gun toting wannabe bad boys too coward to face their so called enemies with words yet hide like sissies to stay alive after viciously taking the life of another?
We are mad about many of the things we believe our community leaders and politicians aren't doing right. And rightly so! Who else but the people to register their displeasure in the things we identify our leaders to have erred on? But shouldn't we also be incensed by the violent criminal culture that has seeped into our once peaceful independent nation where the carnage now benefits our funeral homes? Are we accepting homicides as one of the characteristics of our tourist driven independent nation?
The security and sanity of our people should not be compromised by cold blooded hoodlums who place no value on the lives of others. Tom Robbins, an American author renowned for his wild stories with strong social undercurrents state: "There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for and nothing worth killing for."
The blood of a loved one should NOT flow through the streets of our communities as if their lives never mattered after all!
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