At some point, the children of the compound in which we lived discovered that his name was Gordon. That was the August holiday of 1982, the holiday that came with a coup attempt, looting and a dusk-to-dawn curfew. Eventually the number of dead after the coup came to at least 300. I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been any Gordons who had died, or disappeared forever, in the unrest. Some here say no action was taken because the demonstrators were mainly white and middle class, but surely that can’t be it.

Source: The Star July 30, 2021 03:11 UTC