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
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
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
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
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:
Ill 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.
Youll swindle your mother, and just for a buck,
Youll turn into something vile and corrupt.
Youll mug and youll steal for my narcotic charm
And feel contentment when Im in your arms.
The day when you realise the monster youve 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 theres 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 heroins 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.