MY 20-SOMETHING PERSPECTIVE
“gods” among us; may Almighty God help us
This week’s post is coming a bit later than planned, particularly because, before putting my fingers to my laptop’s keyboard, I mulled over my ideas for a long, long time. I put a great deal of thought into just how I ought to angle this article.
Of course, I hadn’t planned on writing on the following topic, since I had no idea that a prominent Senior Council would be murdered at the start of the week. Something as heart-wrenching and as serious as this, though, is decidedly worthier of the effort of putting finger to keyboard than that which I originally planned to write about.
On Sunday, May 4th, 2014, I shared in the country’s shock and horror as the story of the early-morning assassination of Dana Seetahal SC unfolded on every local television and radio station. And on Thursday, May 8th, as I watched the television broadcast of the former Senior Council’s funeral, I cried. Not because I had ever had the pleasure of knowing Miss Seetahal personally; I have never even met her, and admittedly I have only read a few of her newspaper articles.
Yet, I cried; because when a group of individuals decide to exalt themselves as gods, those they consider their “subjects” suffer for it.
To the man in the street, this sensationalized execution-style murder of so renowned a public figure is like a CSI Miami episode come to life. It is almost too easy to simply shake one’s head and mutter, in the typical Trini’s dismissive manner, “these criminals reaching for higher heights now”. However, let’s set the “flash” and dismissive attitude aside for a moment and consider this; a woman has lost her life.
Yes, she is not the first. Yes, others have been denied the right to live by these “gods” walking among us, too. This, however, does not cast any shade on the glaring fact that a woman has so tragically lost her life.
As I watched Miss Seetahal’s relatives struggle to contain their grief while delivering their respective tributes, the humanness in me compelled me to weep for this woman I never even met; and at that very moment, the harsh realization hit me that there are monsters dwelling among us who are truly void of this humanness.
In their self-exaltation, they have pushed themselves above feeling and above pity; they have rendered themselves worthy of the right to take someone else’s life (as though they gave it) and to inflict pain and grief upon their loved ones as a result.
There are a lot of interesting things about Miss Seetahal’s death; one of these interesting things is the seemingly impeccable timing. It’s a huge coincidence that she was assassinated on May 4th, just one day before the meeting to address the Prison Litigation Controversy was to be held. As a result of the murder, this meeting was postponed. Coincidence? No. Distraction? Maybe.
Another interesting “coincidence” is the fact that Miss Seetahal’s sister, one Susan Francois, is the head of the Financial Intelligence Unit (FIU). The Francois-led FIU was at one point responsible for revealing information to the public regarding a senior government official’s questionable financial activity.
Again, it would be too easy for the average man in the street to pass this off as a “hit that came from behind prison walls”. There are some factors, however, that simply do not support that claim.
Like the fact that police sources say the murder was committed with “military precision”. And the glaring fact that the weapon of choice was an AR-15 assault rifle; a military-grade weapon that could only be properly handled by a trained killer.
What does Miss Seetahal’s death say about the time we now live in? It is a frightening time, indeed. A time when, if the self-made “gods” decide that your death is more beneficial to them than your life, it’s lights out for you. The nation needs to wake up and pay attention. This is no nine-day-wonder that can be swept under a figurative rug. A warning shot was fired, and the unlucky target lost her life.
Next Time Around