Bournemouth Bath

This cynicism, which feeds on our apathy, is only further buttressed when cases seem to drag on forever in the courts and when justice appears stillborn and out of reach of the ordinary Jamaican. Take, for instance, well-known cases such as the recently concluded Oaklands murder trial: it took almost a decade for the case to be decided, and, lest we forget, some two years has passed and Mario Deane’s family is still looking for the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

Yet, the scariest ghost of them all is the one which reminds us that the scales of justice are very much askew and out of balance. In this atmosphere which is pierced by cries for ‘justice’, people find themselves not only frustrated, but also pushed to believe the dangerous view that the only ‘justice’ that one will get will be the kind one exacts The Editor, Sir, THE BOURNEMOUTH Bath in eastern Kingston was donated to the city many years ago by a Mr Lindsay. It used to be a popular recreational venue for many Kingston residents where they could enjoy swimming in its large pools. It was also a place where graduations were held and where some of the best dance bands of the 1940s to early ‘60s played to the entertainment of the young people of that era. Like many other gifts to the city, such as the Ward Theatre, and town clocks like the ones in Cross Roads and Half-Way Tree, it eventually became run down, falling into the category of buildings the late Morris Cargill described as ‘West Indian ramshackle’.

In more recent times, the civic-minded Rotary Club and other interests, at great cost,