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Value of Life



 Am I the only one who notices the reaction made whenever a police man is killed or someone of some importance in society. The topic of their death is the headline of every newspaper and fresh on the minds of ever politician. Is it then safe to say that some lives are valued more than others? I believe its's safe to say so.I remember a year back or so there was an incident with a police man beating a police man and it was captured on video, the man died due to the injuries he received. Just this year the police man walked away freely. Whenever someone from the inner city is killed yes it is televised but in a matter of time it is overlooked and we hear nothing of the incident anymore but when someone who is of importance someone with some status in society it is televised for weeks even months. To ask that this be changed would be like asking to open the heads of our people and placing new values and morals within them, simply impossible. Why do police men and politicians expect some level of respect from citizens when they are simply looked down upon by them. When you seek respect from others you treat them as equals and you don't demand respect. When police officers can stop me on the road and ask me why I on the road so late I must go home when I'm heading from school and look at me as if I'm a waste of life we know that Jamaica is not at a crossroad of decision making, Jamaica is simply not moving anywhere.

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