The Willie Lynch Syndrome

It is not beneath us to respect one another; young to old, man to woman, friend to foe.

Today, I was in the Old Hope Road KFC waiting at the counter for my number to be called.

The server said, 428 and a short, dark man, walking with a agitated stride which caused him to take up more space than normal, answered and came up. He accidentally brushed a younger guy and this ensued into an argument.

Young man: “A di second time yuh a brush me. Me nuh waan nuh man brush pan me man.”

Older man: “Whappen to yuh star? Wah yuh problem?”

Young man: “Yuh see me love man. Don’t brush pan me again star.”

Older man: “Yow a who yuh a talk bout love man. Hey bwoy?”

Of course, di argument escalated to both chucking badness and who have dem gun an…