Pray the best brains that cre­ated our prob­lems will mirac­u­lously dis­cover the wis­dom to re­solve them!

The Star (St. Lucia) - - COMMENT - By Rick Wayne

It turns out I’ve been a long, long time writ­ing about moun­te­banks, liars in of­fice, bat­ter­ers, rapists, child mo­lesters and other so­cial ver­min for whom this coun­try has nearly al­ways been a safe haven. And how close to heartbreaking it is to re­al­ize that in over forty years lit­tle has changed that might be con­sid­ered salu­tary.

The so­ci­etal spiro­chetes now nest com­fort­ably in the high­est of­fices of our land, our halls of jus­tice, our churches, our police depart­ment, our schools. Over the years they’ve grown more than ever im­mune to our hyp­o­crit­i­cal leave-itto-God sup­pli­ca­tions, bolder, more un­con­scionable, more in-your-face-ar­ro­gant—daily cel­e­brat­ing their suc­cesses with more mur­ders, more cor­rup­tion, more traitors in cas­socks parad­ing them­selves on lo­cal TV.

Un­der their in­sid­i­ous in­flu­ence what once was gen­er­ally con­sid­ered ab­hor­rent is today nor­mal. Amoral­ity is the new moral­ity. Ev­ery­thing is ac­cept­able, de­pend­ing on how freshly wrapped. And by whom!

The par­tic­u­larly hor­ri­fy­ing truth hit me be­tween the eyes this week as ca­su­ally I pe­rused some bound vol­umes of the

STAR, cre­ated in the mideight­ies—when it had seemed to me that too many of our peo­ple were im­pris­oned in the gloom of ig­no­rance; when much of what they had the right to know about state af­fairs was cal­cu­lat­edly de­nied them—for the sole pur­pose of “bring­ing the truth to light!”

Pur­suit of the STAR’s goal had never been with­out risk, not­with­stand­ing our ad­ver­tised con­sti­tu­tional pro­tec­tions. How could it be oth­er­wise when the na­tion’s law makers have nearly al­ways been its chief law break­ers, al­beit in the dark? I have per­son­ally been threat­ened in di­verse ways by our coun­try’s most pow­er­ful, trusted cit­i­zens who had sworn to pro­tect your right and mine to free speech and free as­so­ci­a­tion.

The STAR has been de­scribed by at least one prime min­is­ter as “a cancer on the body politic that must be ex­cised out of ex­is­tence.” Oh yes! Oth­ers have sought with the back­ing of pub­lic of­fice to shut the pa­per down in the weeks pre­ced­ing elec­tions. As tough as has be­come the pub­lish­ing in­dus­try, one gov­ern­ment in par­tic­u­lar did its ut­most to make things still more dif­fi­cult for the STAR to con­tinue bring­ing the truth to light. Still we per­se­vere.

All of the so-called hot­but­ton is­sues now con­ve­niently mak­ing head­lines for rebels in need of a cause had over the years fea­tured con­sis­tently as lead sto­ries in the STAR. Some oc­cu­pied the pa­per’s front page, to the de­clared dis­com­fort of par­tic­u­larly short-sighted tourist boards: eight- and ten-year-old ba­bies pro­duc­ing ba­bies, un­re­ported by those whose duty it was to re­port such crimes to the police. On at least three un­for­get­table oc­ca­sions this newspaper ex­clu­sively cov­ered in­stances when child mo­lesters ap­peared be­fore the courts, only to be left off the hook and or­dered to “keep the peace for three months!”—what­ever that meant. Who knows what hap­pened to their lit­tle victims?

The STAR also re­ported in de­tail the lo­cal tra­di­tion that en­cour­ages the buy­ing off (by the ac­cused) of care­less par­ents whose chil­dren, some not yet teens, had been raped and oth­er­wise sex­u­ally rav­aged.

We also wrote crit­i­cally about yes­ter­year ad­min­is­tra­tions that dis­cerned lit­tle wrong with de­stroy­ing the en­vi­ron­ment, ran­domly cut­ting down trees, redi­rect­ing the sea tides, and the mur­der­ing of un­sus­pect­ing en­dan­gered tur­tles as they de­posited their eggs on our beaches in the dark of night.

And yes we wrote about of­fi­cial cor­rup­tion, for which the STAR was at­tacked even by God’s spe­cial agents from their var­nished pul­pits. As I say, some­how we’ve sur­vived. And stayed sane—un­til this week when it re­ally hit home that there was much truth in San­tayana’s “the more things change . . .” Oh, but re­cov­ery was swift. My sad­ness was soon re­placed by the up­lift­ing re­al­iza­tion that within the pages of the STAR lie all the ev­i­dence that the plague now upon us was cre­ated and nur­tured by our own col­lec­tive hand; that we are pay­ing the price for our con­tin­u­ing self­ish­ness, our self-numbed sense of right and wrong—our re­al­ized col­lec­tive am­bi­tion to buck the nat­u­ral or­der of things, to turn off the light of truth. Noth­ing to gloat over, true. But it’s a great feel­ing to know we did what we set out to do and never per­mit­ted the en­e­mies of truth to have their way. In­dis­putably, for a very long time we’ve been liv­ing a lie, with all the con­comi­tant con­se­quences, and in the com­ing weeks the

STAR will pro­vide the hor­ri­fy­ing ev­i­dence!

A blast from the past, packed with irony. Left to right: Joseph Cinque, Michael Chas­tanet, San­dals owner Butch Ste­wart, Don­ald Trump (now U.S. Pres­i­dent) and Kenny An­thony when he was still Saint Lu­cia’s prime min­is­ter. The pic­ture was taken In Au­gust 2002—fol­low­ing a bridge-to-nowhere meet­ing at Trump Tow­ers—by none other than the man who re­placed Kenny An­thony as prime min­is­ter on June 6, Allen Chas­tanet!

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