Tuesday 6th June, 2006

 

Pastor Clive Dottin

 
 
 
 
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Pastor Clive Dottin

Enter Lady Heroin

It was felt by the coroner that David Kennedy died because of a drug overdose – a mixture of cocaine and heroin along with a sprinkling of other drugs.

When he was barely 13, he witnessed the assassination of his father, Senator Robert F Kennedy, a candidate for the US presidency. Apparently, he never recovered from this traumatic experience. This shock was never erased from his memory.

In 1968, he wrote a letter to his mother, which said, “There will be no more football with Daddy, no more swimming with him, no more riding and no more camping with him. But he was the best father there ever was…”

Some fathers never understood their responsibility and some sons never told their fathers about their love for them. Some adults do not even know about the emotional hurricane that blasts the souls of their sons and daughters when the marriage is on the rocks.

When communication has broken down, not even the truth can be told. David Kennedy never recovered from the tragedy that took the life of his father, so he sought refuge in drugs.

He had his first encounter with the police when he was 15. They found him in a New York street asking for money to buy heroin. He was unable to quit this drug later in his college years when he was a student at Harvard University.

There were significant efforts that were made to help him. There was the shame; there was the humiliation in a family that has experienced multiple disasters. David was committed to a hospital for treatment several times, without success.

He would do anything to maintain his addiction. For instance, in 1973 he worked with Mexican-American trade unionist César Chavez picking lettuce in the San Joaquin Valley in California. He died at the age of 28 in a hotel in the town of Palm Beach, Florida.

Some people fool themselves by believing that heroin use would not capture the imagination of Caribbean people because of the fear of the needle, since it was well established that the most popular method was intravenous injection.

However, because of the high rates of contracting HIV/Aids, addicts have turned to smoking the heroin, even sniffing the stuff. But we must not forget the devastating mixture of cocaine and heroin, as some addicts search for the ultimate, orgasmic high. Millions of youth are being damaged across the globe.

An addict, who died from a heroin overdose, left this poem for all youth to read and those who have started using heroin and those who are about to start:

So now little man, you have grown tired of grass,

LSD, acid, cocaine and hash,

And somebody pretending to be a true friend said:

I’ll introduce you to Miss Heroin.

Well honey, before you start fooling with me,

Just let me inform you of how it will be.

For I will seduce you and make you my slave.

I have sent men much stronger than you to their grave.

You think you could never become a disgrace,

And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

So you will start inhaling me one afternoon.

You will take me into your arms very soon.

And once I have entered deep down in your veins,

The craving will nearly drive you insane.

You will need lots of money, as you have been told,

For, darling, I am much more expensive than gold.

You’ll swindle your mother, and just for a buck,

You’ll turn into something vile and corrupt.

You’ll mug and you’ll steal for my narcotic charm

And feel contentment when I’m in your arms.

The day when you realise the monster you’ve grown,

You will solemnly promise to leave me alone.

If you think you have got the mystical knack, then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot,

The jangling nerves screaming for just one shot.

The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,

Can only be saved by my little white grains.

There is no other way and there’s no need to look,

For deep down inside you will know you are hooked.

You will desperately run to the pusher and then,

You will welcome me back to your arms once again.

And when you return, just as I foretold,

I know you will give me your body and soul.

You will give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,

And you will be mine…until death do us part.

Methadone is a synthetically produced narcotic that has been used in the treatment of heroin. It acts to block the craving for heroin by relieving heroin’s physical sickness. There are no kicks or highs.

However, let us understand that this is a classic case of the solution also becoming a problem. In reality, it is like substituting one form of addiction for another, withdrawal from methadone still produces sickness. Pregnant women on methadone tend to deliver babies of low weight who must go through withdrawal.

We cannot ignore this threat. We are suffering from marijuana and cocaine use, tobacco smoking and alcohol drinking, along with a promiscuous lifestyle that is dominating the adult and youth segments of the population. Children in the primary school are not waiting to “sexperiment” when they reach the secondary school.

Listen, the heroin crisis we can do without, but we would have to be more proactive than we were when confronted with the marijuana and cocaine monsters.

We have prostitution rings in our secondary schools and we are locked in denial. We have drug pushing dens, even casinos with student bouncers protecting the turfs in our secondary schools. There is even an abortion support networking system that targets children who are sexually active and offering cheap services.

Jared Diamond, in his book Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed, is seeking to analyse the reasons why societies fail to try to solve a perceived problem. He has concluded that a major factor is psychological denial.

He state that “if something that you perceive arouses in you a painful emotion, you may subconsciously suppress or deny your perception in order to avoid the unbearable pain, even though the practical results of ignoring your perception may prove ultimately disastrous.”

We cannot afford denial at this critical moment in our history. We have thousands of youth who are depressed and distressed. We must not allow denial to kill more.

 

 

 

 

 

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