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This First Person column is the experience of Angeletta McKenzie, who was born and raised in Jamaica and now lives in St. John's. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ .
It was a Wednesday afternoon, the busiest da y of the week at our restaurant, Potluck Flavours, in Falmouth, Jamaica, when I got the call that shattered my life.
“Dan is dead!”
I couldn’t understand. My mind froze. My brother Dan? My favourite person, my biggest supporter, my only constant since childhood? I stood still while the world as I knew it collapsed around me.
Dan was murdered while doing his job. Five men from a neighbouring community came to him looking for work on his construction project. He didn't have any to give, so they waited outside the gate where they later stabbed him to death.
He didn’t even make the news. There were too many murders that day.
My husband and I had built a good life in Jamaica. We had our home, our businesses and we were respected in the community. Jamaica is a beautiful country, but unfortunately, residents often have to navigate senseless, unsolved murders of friends and relatives, especially in areas like Spanish Town, which is where my brother wa
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