rootsandculture

by clairmont chung While reasoning with a youth-man-friend from Kitty, it struck me: we are approaching our lowest levels of depravation. We are being robbed and killed by the police and without reprimand from their superiors. It is not new. Some live in fear and silence. This youth left The Edge, a Main Street nightclub, early one morning. He decided to walk home to Kitty, because it was one of those special early mornings: dewy but fresh, wet but dry. He made it all the way from South Cummingsburg, through Albertown and almost Queenstown, next was Kitty, before being stopped. The police, Black Clothes -it’s really a darkish blue, faded-, pulled up. They took his cell phone and returned to their vehicle. He was told not to move. They returned to say his was a stolen phone. He needed his Blackberry. It was a birthday gift from his family. He offered $6000.00 for its return. The police took the $6000.00 relieved him of his remaining cash and drove off. But not before a few