The man I knew as “father” was a policeman all his life. Even in his retirement when he taught young recruits to drive and was himself the driver and “Man Friday” for Sir Shridath Ramphal, he remained an “Ole police” at heart.
Various uncles and senior cousins of my youth were all policemen. I visited and “lived” in many station compounds throughout Guyana’s coastland. Hence, I became a police sympathiser and supporter into adulthood, then the creeping senior years. You can imagine then my
