Justice matters in Jamaica

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One of our favourite American political podcasters, who focuses largely on the ex-President’s interminable legal manouevrings, intones at the end of each podcast: “Because Justice. Matters.” Emphasis on the final word.

Well, so it does in Jamaica, too. Our Police Commissioner is looking increasingly haggard at each quarterly press conference, and our Prime Minister seemed rather weary yesterday after a morning tour of his own inner-city Kingston constituency, which was hit by a wave of violence over the past few days.

In its latest efforts to “get tough on crime,” the Lower House of the Jamaican Parliament has just passed the Firearms (Prohibition, Restriction and Regulation) Act, 2022, which you can take a look at here. Human rights lobby group Jamaicans for Justice has just put out a detailed press release on the legislation, which I am sharing below.

Before I get to that, we cannot ignore remarks made…

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दरवाजा / Door

Kaushal Kishore

एक दरवाजा बंद हो
और दूसरा दिखाई न दे,
तो बेहतर है उसे खटखटाना,
हो सकता है कुछ ‘बेहतर’
आपकी दस्तक का ही
कर रहा हो इंतजार…

🚪🚪🚪🚪🚪🚪

If one door is closed
and the other is not visible,
it’s better to knock,
maybe
something better
awaits your knock…

–Kaushal Kishore

image: pixabay

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“someone walked passed the door possibly”*

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài

Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


1.

“someone walked passed the door possibly”*

dare not pass the door

alone, I saw you there on the roof

fighting with the wind

gosh the cold chapped lips

you shattered into joy

since you’re dead

the dead are usually more beautiful

the entirety of dusk, bloodying everything

all the white windows

2.

the cold wind like memories

obstinate

you ran as soon as someone called your name

Thảo Phương

like grass you lived just once that afternoon

you ran in that direction

so all could see your undulating breast

your chest in the rain

that’s the reason for your absence

winter was as sharp as a blade

across the sky

Quang Dũng sat by as

“Tây Tiến”* the French headed out for phở

as…

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