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Dear Editor

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣’𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡—𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬

Across villages, towns, and cities, a quiet unease has been growing into something louder, something harder to ignore. It is not just about one man. It is not just about one party. It is about a pattern people believe they are seeing—one where power appears to tighten its grip, where justice feels uneven, and where fear is slowly being introduced into spaces that once held hope.

What happened on May 5th did not exist in isolation. It struck a nerve because it confirmed what many have been whispering: that dissent is becoming dangerous, and that those who challenge the status quo may be made examples of.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩—𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚.

𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨? 𝙊𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧—𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚?

Because let’s be clear: the road ahead will not be easy. It will test patience. It will test unity. It will test resolve. Those who choose to speak out will be scrutinized, pressured, and at times, isolated. That is the nature of any struggle where power is being questioned.

 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙪𝙥—𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙡𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮—𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

It is a call to citizens—regardless of race, class, or political alignment—to pay attention, to ask questions, and to refuse to accept a version of justice that depends on who you are or who you support.

If we allow fear to take root, then we surrender more than a moment—we surrender the very foundation of democracy itself.

And so, as the days unfold and tensions rise, one thing must remain unshaken: the belief that Guyana belongs to its people—not to power, not to intimidation, not to selective justice.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙪𝙥—𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙡𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮—𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

WBecause when justice becomes uncertain, it is not just leaders who are at risk—it is every citizen.

Stand steady. Stay vigilant. And most importantly, do not lose sight of what this is truly about: a Guyana where fairness is not a favor, but a right.

𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐖𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐎𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 —  Hem Kumar.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴,

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳,

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦

𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦.

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥,

𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘳,

𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘶𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺—𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺,𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥?

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵—

𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦,

𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳?

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘴.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴.𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦,𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦,𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺,

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘴,

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺—𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,

𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴,

𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯.

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱,

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭.

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥—

𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵—𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺

𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵—𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺.𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Sincerely 

Hemdutt Kumar