By G. Michael Reid
My attention was brought to an article in the Amandala, dated Sunday, April 3rd 2011, by a good friend who recognized that a story being told therein, did not coincide with her recollection of the facts. Titled "When fish come from River bottom….", the article was the narrative of a drama in which I was a main player. Let me first of all pledge to my readers, that I will in no way be engaging in any back and forth on this subject and will subject none to the rehashing of this story, long told and grown old. There are just too many fallacies and inconsistencies however and too blatant an attempt to defame my character for me to not at least try to set this record straight.
This is a story that began way back in 1991 when I first returned to Belize after living abroad for two decades. I met and became involved with a young journalist by the name of Audrey Matura. That union produced a male child who turns eighteen this summer and of whom I am well proud. I will be forever grateful to Audrey for facilitating his arrival on this plane. The relationship did not last long after my son was born and Audrey has gone on to remarry more than once since then. I was hesitant to even comment on this matter because I did not want my son to be affected in anyway. I believe however, that nothing that either myself