by Rob Smith
well into the first day of this New Year when that strange mist
settled momentarily around Burngreave. Reaching my destination the
top of Maxwell Street I noted the strange fog settle eerily at the
bottom of Don Valley. I stood to watch this sight from my position
when that airy feeling recalled the recent untimely death of proud
father Gerald Smith and this caused me to shudder.
I sat in discussion with my friend when his phone rang out at a
time, I guess, when many others were ringing around the city. The
news was out, there’d been another execution, this time it
was Lester Divers and he’d been killed outright.
day, with the sad news confirmed, tributes from Brendan Ingle and
Johnny Nelson were combined with the wreaths and flowers placed
by the scene. For us here in Burngreave yet another murder, of a
person widely known, truly liked, revered and admired. A death that
leaves big questions that I guess, if we all really think about
them, we know the answer and the solutions.
It is hard to
go against the tide of fear, but what is the fear we know? Only
the fear we allow to exist.
Some say they
will begin fighting between themselves, all jostling for the position
made vacant and the death toll will rise before true sense prevails.
I began to ask those that always feel the direct effects of this
lawless mayhem and many say they’re afraid to walk around
anymore, afraid not only for themselves but for their children and
loved ones. The stakes of everyday street survival have been raised
and for so many with little or no other opportunity, death on the
front line has become a major risk taken on by another generation.
many following down that same road, we see little or no other opportunities
being created for them to move in another direction.
I wish to see
a change of direction for the sake of our children and their children.
Smith and Lester Divers
and readers may you both rest in peace.
your deaths cannot go un noted without cries, calls and more struggle