A couple of weeks ago, I attended an evening of reflection for the late Ronald Waddell. While listening to the tributes I realized how disturbed I still am by the way he was murdered and the circumstances that led to it. Was it not for using his voice? Was it not for standing up for people who were under attack by the rulers of the day through some agents from the police force and the phantom squad? Was it not for encouraging the empowerment of people of African descent?
I did not know him personally – in the late 90s when I attended classes with Brother Eusi Kwayana, I recall seeing Mr. Waddell a few times visiting with him. He seemed like a quiet man.
