Dear Editor,
There is a line in a hymn that says, “I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post.” Early in the year 2010, Dr Peter Phillips, speaking in Parliament, asked a question relating to a questionable payment in foreign currency. The question, directed to the then prime minister, was not answered in a candid way, according to the basis on which the Rev has been founded guilty. The result of that lack of candidness led to what was one of the biggest manhunt for a single wanted man since Independence. The objective of that manhunt was to capture one Christopher “Dudus” Coke. The political and administrative leaders of the time, plus the Jamaica Defence Force, plus the Jamaica Constabulary Force, jointly and collectively, had that single objective. The operating procedures of these trained and, I imagine bright personnel, were the same with a few variations for execution (no pun) purposes.
In evaluating the result achieved, specific to the objective, my conclusion was, failure. Verification of the objective was not achieved by those who collected agreed income when dust was settled.
The task of getting the job done was achieved by one soldier; a soldier of the cross of Jesus Christ, Al Miller. Those of us who read the
Hardy Boys in our youthful days would have enjoyed how this case was solved. The desired technocrats, with guns, bayonets, batons, and other implements prevailed on many helpless individuals to the extent that many families living in Tivoli Gardens lost over 70 loved ones. The crowning glory of the failure was their entry into the house of my friend and accounting brother, Keith Clarke, and slaughtered him in the solitude of his home. What a shame and disgrace demonstrated to prove ineffectiveness!
Al’s fate may well be sealed one way or another.
But, in a literature class at the school that he attended, I believe Professor Eddie Boy might have pointed that dreaded finger and said, “Boy, you are butchering the literature.” But I will not yield, I will say it, “Judgement hath flown to brutish hearts and men have lost their reason.“
The hymn writer might have penned these lines for the effort of Rev Al Miller: So send I you to labour unrewarded, to work unpaid, unsought unknown, to bear rebuke to suffer scorn and suffering, so send I you to lose your life in mine. As the Father hath sent me, so send I you.
God is still on the throne.
Clive W Savage
Kingston 6
porkrum@hotmail.com
There is a line in a hymn that says, “I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post.” Early in the year 2010, Dr Peter Phillips, speaking in Parliament, asked a question relating to a questionable payment in foreign currency. The question, directed to the then prime minister, was not answered in a candid way, according to the basis on which the Rev has been founded guilty. The result of that lack of candidness led to what was one of the biggest manhunt for a single wanted man since Independence. The objective of that manhunt was to capture one Christopher “Dudus” Coke. The political and administrative leaders of the time, plus the Jamaica Defence Force, plus the Jamaica Constabulary Force, jointly and collectively, had that single objective. The operating procedures of these trained and, I imagine bright personnel, were the same with a few variations for execution (no pun) purposes.
In evaluating the result achieved, specific to the objective, my conclusion was, failure. Verification of the objective was not achieved by those who collected agreed income when dust was settled.
The task of getting the job done was achieved by one soldier; a soldier of the cross of Jesus Christ, Al Miller. Those of us who read the
Hardy Boys in our youthful days would have enjoyed how this case was solved. The desired technocrats, with guns, bayonets, batons, and other implements prevailed on many helpless individuals to the extent that many families living in Tivoli Gardens lost over 70 loved ones. The crowning glory of the failure was their entry into the house of my friend and accounting brother, Keith Clarke, and slaughtered him in the solitude of his home. What a shame and disgrace demonstrated to prove ineffectiveness!
Al’s fate may well be sealed one way or another.
But, in a literature class at the school that he attended, I believe Professor Eddie Boy might have pointed that dreaded finger and said, “Boy, you are butchering the literature.” But I will not yield, I will say it, “Judgement hath flown to brutish hearts and men have lost their reason.“
The hymn writer might have penned these lines for the effort of Rev Al Miller: So send I you to labour unrewarded, to work unpaid, unsought unknown, to bear rebuke to suffer scorn and suffering, so send I you to lose your life in mine. As the Father hath sent me, so send I you.
God is still on the throne.
Clive W Savage
Kingston 6
porkrum@hotmail.com