By: One of Them
Yes, I am one of them—a police officer, proud, polished, and honored to take part in celebrating our nation’s 46th Independence anniversary.
Free from oppression. Independent of the chains that bound and labored our ancestors to the bone.
Yet, as I stood there in my well-pressed uniform, shoes reflecting the parade lights, and a fresh haircut complementing a confident yet nervous smile, I asked myself: How independent am I, truly?
How free are we as a police force, compelled each year to stage a spectacle for the citizenry we serve? How free are we as a nation, waiting and watching—not for inspiration—but for a chance at scraps from the Prime Minister’s “goodie bag”? How free are we as a government that prioritizes foreign aid over sustainable development, or passing blame for crime rather than confronting it?
To some, my words may feel discouraging. But to those willing to read on, let me share my reflections amid the ambiance of that parade, listening to the attempts of some to mask political agendas with displays of national pride.
I was devastated. I wanted, in that moment, to lift my rifle and make an about-turn across the entire field.
Not because we, the police, were overlooked by the Minister of National Security, promising unrealistic returns on advanced education while negotiating little of substance. Not because other government agencies seemed better compensated. And not because of colleagues who may have earned their ranks through politics rather than merit.
I was upset—no, disappointed—because the Prime Minister again failed to outline a vision for addressing crime, continued to bless political loyalty over merit, and ignored genuine attempts to serve. He failed to apologize for missteps like the firing of unvaccinated officers, a decision made while other governments worked to make amends. He failed to preach unity beyond words, leaving a political divide that remains stark. Most importantly, he failed to convince me that the fear I feel for my children’s future would not be squandered with indifference.
I am no expert in running a nation; I am a citizen and a police officer with expectations—like every one of you—for the future of this country. Prime Minister, I am not here to sway anyone politically. I am here to ask you to reconsider placing officers in positions that perpetuate crime instead of preventing it.
Stop meddling in the selection of new recruits. Those appointed under political influence tarnish the Royal St. Vincent and the Grenadines Police Force. Institute a promotion system that rewards knowledge and skill rather than political favoritism. Commit to revising operational structures and appoint competent leadership. The Commissioner currently in place falls short in every conceivable way—and that is a compliment.
Now, to my fellow officers: as we prepare to cast our ballots in the general election on November 27th, I urge you to ask yourself: Am I free? Free from bias. Free to vote not just for personal benefit, but for our children, our neighbors, and for effective crime-fighting solutions that will secure a sustainable future for SVG.
We are not disposable—no matter how much we are made to believe otherwise.
Disgruntled police