12 May 2014

Revisiting Grief

Dana Seetahal is dead, slaughtered like a cow at an abattoir, and a whole country is in shock. But why?

Is it because the killers were so ‘bold’ as to kill a ‘big name’ Senior Counsel, a hereto ‘untouchable’, out-of-bounds lawyer, a member of the judicial system? Because she was famous in a small Rock floating in the ocean?

But killing Dana Seetahal is not as big a deal as everyone thinks it is. It’s ‘just’ another slip down the sliding pathway to anarchy. A thumbing of the nose at the ineffectual police service, the Government, the country at large, and yes, the rule of law.

I’ve not commented on this for the self-same  reason I am now visiting this topic. I was marvelling at the short-sightedness of the ‘authorities’ and indeed, the entire country.

Murder most foul has been happening in all its gruesome forms there for ages. From beheadings to stabbings, to shootings… Dana Seetahal was killed almost mercifully. Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise for her family, and indeed her that those bullets took her life almost instantly, with minimal suffering.

Contrast this to the Ramsahai cousins who were tied with barb wire and burned alive while locked in the trunk of a car. Or Neeshad Ali who was killed by someone sawing away at his neck until his throat, including his trachea and blood vessels, were cut all the way through – it takes a special kind of disturbed animal to bring that level of butchery into play.

I said before:

I admit, emotionally and mentally, I am not up to it. It’s like the Wild West gone wild again. The murders are cruel, nauseatingly so, and without rhyme or reason. The mental imagery brought in by the utter savagery is traumatising.

Grief though, we’ve seen before. Here, here, here … and we will continue to see scenes like these, because as I’ve said before, and will continue to say:

This is what you the people of the country, have chosen to live with…

I gone.