The justice that terrorists love
I suppose it’s somewhat natural that those of us past seventy, eighty will frequently recall the days of our youth.
I grew up with a grandmother in Alberttown, Georgetown and was often exposed to the then old folks’ banter, expressions, wisdom, misinformation and misinterpretations. All rendered in rich colourful creole. Many Fentys were in the old police force. And as a young primary school teacher I was fascinated to learn that our present-day police force is one of the very earliest/oldest institutions in the country.
It was established way back in 1839 just after Emancipation. After all, any feisty former (now free) slaves had to be kept in their places. A civil, not-too-military active body had to enforce society’s laws, rules, regulations.
