ST LUCIA has recorded its sixth homicide for this year and all in the month of April.
The gruesome discovery was made on Tuesday at about 1:30 p.m. when the lifeless body of 18 year old Marvin Anthony Augustin of Grand Riviere, Gros-Islet was discovered on the Trouya Beach, in Gros-Islet.
The teenager met his demise after his throat was slashed.
Reports indicate that police have set their sights on a foreigner who they believe is a person of interest in the case after Augustinās belongings were found at his residence.
Reports also indicate that Augustin was set to meet with the foreigner with whom he had been conversing via social media.
It was said that the teenager had informed a friend of his planned whereabouts and warned the friend to give details of the meeting to family members should he go missing.
Earlier Tuesday at about 12:30 p.m. police received information from Anthonyās mother indicating that he was last seen the previous day at about 6:00 p.m.
Investigations into the matter are ongoing.
I hope this case highlights the greater need for a regional apparatus akin to INTERPOL, so that CARICOM members can cut costs in the chase /hunt for suspected criminals. This is even more import than the adoption of the appeals court replacement for the Privy council.
It is worth exploring after the local court proceedings are done , that (as the alleged perpetrator is a foreign national) that St. Lucia apply to the Hague (UN High Court) for this criminal to be also tried under ‘CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY”
This way , a young life cut short will be memorialized as a global wake up call to this sort of bias insanity
BUT then the Hague being more thorough than the NURENBURG TRALS
(Nazi crimes against humanity)
may finger all the archaic BUGGERY laws that exist in the mostly former British colonies.
What a TEMPEST in a teacup , this would be!
On a lighter note ………………….
Happy birthday to the BARD
I close with his sonnet 116, my very first immersion into Shakespeare
and in a St Lucia Primary School -a while back
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.