EXCERPT FROM(c) RAS CARDO- R.A.S.P.E.C.T1
The destruction of the lives of our youths is something taken for granted. We often write them off as just being rebellious. This is the easy way out for us because we do not want to listen to them nor to hear their wailings.
In this, run fast, and get rich quick society, powered by the technology we create which will ultimately determine our fate, there is no time for us to be human enough to care about the needs of others.
As adults, we often forget that we were once young and stupid, and yes, rebellious. But in spite of all this, someone cared enough for us to enable us to be here today. It may be our grand parents, or foster parents, or our own birth parents. The fact is, someone cared.
In the poverty that is Trench Town, it is clear to us that those in the upper echelons of society who could help refused to do so.
So, as the churches kept silent, and those in academia at the University of the West indies followed suit, we were left alone to find ways to extricate ourselves from some of the harsh realities of those who wanted to get rid of us.WE CHOSE REGGAE MUSIC, AND IN 1962 THE MOVEMENT WAS BORN.- IN MY BACKYARD.
With my Brethrens and sistrens in the government tenement yards with courage and resilience, against all odds and the chance of losing our lives, we stood strong.
We knew that music could be used as a sender of messages.
When Bob Marley came to join us he saw who and exactly what he needed to perfect himself. We enabled him to forge ahead. He became one of us.also at the risks of losing his life for speaking the truths in music.
Did he not tell you that-” so many friends we had, so many friends we lost along the way”.
He did not tell you about the rural parish where he was born. He said- ” we come from trench town.”.
The loss of lives of so many people especially the youths is most remarkable and tragic with epic proportions.
As those of us who now are still alive can recollect, it is with grave sadness and grief in a most post traumatic fashion.
My archives and clear picturesque indelible memory has kept those gone before us alive and present.
They all speak from the graves of lives cut short by the callous uncaring disregard for their worth to the country of their birth- JAMAICA..
IF I MUST GIVE A MESSAGE TO JAMAICA FROM THE TRENCH TOWN PEOPLE IT IS THAT – THE LOSS OF THREE DECADES OF PEOPLES BY THE SENSELESS SLAUGHTERING OF INNOCENT LIVES WILL SOMEDAY BRING THE TRUE AND ONLY RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE OF JAH UPON THOSE RESPONSIBLE AND UPON THEIR CHILDREN.
THE JUDGEMENT OF JAH IS CERTAIN. IT WILL BE SWIFT AND TOTAL. NONE SHALL ESCAPE.
THE LOVE OF OUR COUNTRY HAS WAXED AND WANED OVER THE YEARS, BUT WE HAVE NEVER BEEN AFRAID TO SAY THAT WE COME FROM TRENCH TOWN , JAMAICA.
HOW CAN THE SONS OF THE SOIL FORGET ABOUT THE SALT OF THE EARTH.
I HAVE WRITTEN IN R.A.S.P.E.C.T1, WHAT WE CAN LOOK FOR IN THE YEARS TO COME.
i AM RAS CARDO FROM TRENCH TOWN. PEACE!. (c) All rights reserved globally.