This is part two of a first-person account from a Picton
resident, Andy, based on an interview.
I grew up with a single parent, without supervision,
absent teachers. Most of us in Picton didnt get past
primary or secondary school.
There are ten gangs in my small area of Picton, with
about 30 members each, some as young as 13. There is plenty
pressure to join. A relative even put a gun to my head to
join.
They will shoot you, walk away and not think twice.
Gangs give them rank in a world where they cant earn
anything past minimum wage like I do with a regular job.
They feel better to have people afraid of you than pity
you for being illiterate and poor.
They claim to be Muslims. They are setting up makeshift
mosques in communities. One time I was considering accepting
Islam.
I look at Muslims in my area. Muslims shooting Muslims,
murdering Muslims. They ask you to join in a way that is more
like a threat.
I ask myself if these people claim to be serving
Allah in the respectable manner that they speak of, why they
would threaten another brother?
If I choose to be a Christian, dont I have that
freedom?
Men come up to men, tell them: Come over.
They go in the mosque with rubber slippers and come out in
full Muslim garb, with money and guns: AKs, 380s, 357s as
gangsters.
They become somebody. But inside, they are illiterate
little boys.
The gang leaders have the knowledge. One or two have
up to seven O-level passes. They use knowledge on those who
will be dependent on them.
They go to URP head office, get the contract. They call
four or five gangs. Put down your name for ten days in the
office where they are operating.
Everybody signs the sheet. The contractor will say:
You foreman, you checker, you this or that. They
are running ghost gangs, register, but no work is being done.
They dont even come out. When the fortnight comes,
the contractor meets you by the bank and you hand him your
money, because you didnt work for it.
If he feels to give you a $100 he will give a $100.
If you grumble you will end up in a grave.
The army and police presence is totally ineffective.
The timing is off. Police like to gallery, roll in with their
new SUVs, to lock down a community for six or
eight hours.
They leave at about two or three in the morning, and
we are back to square one. As the police pass, the gang members
come out.
Two, three in the morning you hear boom, boom,
boom.
Do the police come back by five am and try to keep the
peace till the next day? No. They will drive past, breeze
through.
On their way out they would pick up a man smoking a
joint. By the rough manner they handle him you would swear
he is the most dangerous criminal; that he has the biggest
guns.
These guys they held last week are not involved in criminal
activity. They didnt hold the murderers, bandits or
kidnappers, nor the drug dealers or the gun toters.
They havent solved a single crime. The police
want these people to kill out one another. One less to hunt.
The situation is worsening; crimes are not being solved
not just in Laventille, but throughout the country.
You are not hearing of arrests. You are hearing about
witnesses being shot dead.
After that, Martin Joseph tells us he underestimated
crime and he was re-appointed National Security Minister
for that.
You say you are a caring government, and what you care
about is getting rich. The people in power are eagerly playing
with the money, while poor people are being run out of their
slums because of guns and gangs.
Next week: The anatomy of a gang.
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