Dear Editor,
In a span of less than two months, whirlwinds sadistic and grisly-and unmatched in intensity-scythed through two Guyanese communities. But even before the pitiless fusillades of fire had receded, some had already made a remarkable psychological readjustment. Initially, there was a recoiling in horror, a running for cover, but a returning to discuss and dissect. Then there was a departure. All-or most-departed as if nothing had happened that scorched the conscience and questioned our very existence.
There was a departure towards frolicking in less sanguinary playgrounds on the merits of visible institutions and a less visible divinity. Then, there is a continuing, and repetitive, crossing of paper scimitars on who has what credentials; who has been where; and who has manifested a more infallible history of protest and resistance. There is glorification in the petty and puerile, even as less fortunate, less literate, lesser positioned compatriots shrivel in fear and despair.
