The Story of Pablo Morris -a short story by Austin Mitchell
The
Story of Pablo Morris
by
Austin Mitchell
It is said that a coward man always keeps
sound bones. Pablo Morris bones might have been sound, but his body certainly
wasn’t. He had cuts all over his face, body, hands and legs. What had happened
was that we boys from Nelson and the boys from Goffe Springs were always
fighting. Pablo was from Nelson but unlike the rest of us he refused to carry a
knife or any type of offensive weapon. So that if we went to a dance in Goffe
Springs and a fight broke out he would be the last one to get away. The men
from Goffe Springs would beat and stab him up before they let him go.
We didn’t feel at all guilty at
not defending Pablo. We reasoned that he was a grown man and sometimes he
caused some of the trouble on himself. There was one time when we were at a
dance and he threw his cigarette butt which caught and burnt a Goffe Spring’s
woman. Her boyfriend promptly draped him
up and had his knife at his neck. There was another time when Pablo was
slapping a girl around and her brother
crashed a bottle into the side of his head.
Maybe this time it wasn’t Pablo’s fault.
Gully, a man from Nelson had cursed and threatened an old bad man from Goffe
Springs, Cal. When Gully left the scene, Cal drew his knife and cut Pablo in
his face.
There was another time when Pablo
and a man from Goffe Springs, Stan, were gambling. Pablo had cleaned out the
man when he pulled a knife on him, cut
off his pocket and went his way with
Pablo’s money.
These incidents didn’t stir the
men from Nelson to start defending Pablo. We did corner Stan and made him pay
back Pablo his money. We also did him another favor. Pablo had won hundreds of
dollars off a Crown-and–Anchor man, Tanny. As the bank had no limit, Tanny was
owing Pablo five thousand dollars, which he promised to pay in a week’s
time. He was packing up to ride away on
his motorcycle, while a bewildered Pablo stood staring at him. Some youths came
to call us and we immediately seized Tanny’s motorcycle. He turned up the next
day with Pablo’s money and was able to retrieve his motorcycle.
Perhaps the lowest point in
Pablo’s life came when he went to sell juices in Goffe Springs and got into a
card game. A man called Bing accused him of cheating and stabbed him. Pablo had
to abandon his cart and run all the way home to Nelson, a distance of about
five miles. A month after Pablo left hospital, he and a man, Renkis, had a
dispute over marijuana and the man
nearly severed Pablo’s right hand.
We were all glad when we
heard that Pablo had gotten a farm work ticket. That was four months later. He
had big plans to save up his money and buy a taxi. We didn’t think that Pablo
could run a taxi as most of his passengers would refuse to pay him.
Six weeks later, Pablo was
back in the island. Most of us were holding our heads. What was wrong with
Pablo? We soon found out.
Apparently
Pablo had gone up in another man’s name. He fell sick and the authorities asked
him to fill out a form. He did so
using his right name. He was immediately sent home.
The short time in America
seemed to have changed Pablo. The next month he stole a woman’s car and hit
down a little girl with it. He got time in prison. We don’t know how he did it,
but as soon as he left prison he was in the States.
Then we heard the news about
Pablo’s brother, Blue. Blue had just been in the States for two weeks when men
came looking for Pablo. Pablo had been in the States for over two years then.
It was a cocaine deal gone wrong and since they couldn’t find Pablo they filled
Blue full of bullets.
A year later, Pablo was back
in Jamaica, deported.
“About a million dollars pass
through my hands, Clunis,” he told me.
“So why you never set up yourself
out here? You know you’re not legal over there,” I told him.
“I wasn’t over there a long
time. But you see this time when I go back, I am going to send some money for my
mother to bank for me.”
Three years seemed long to
me, but maybe he had wanted a longer
stay.
“So how did Blue die?” a man
called Washbrook asked.
“Washy, it’s pure rumors they have
as to how Blue died and they are blaming me.
Blue caused his own death. As he came
over there, he started going around with certain men from out here. I warned him
about them, but he wouldn’t listen to me.”
It was true what Pablo was
talking about. People changed once they came to the States. For one thing
there was more money to be made.
The years in America seemed to
have hardened Pablo. At dances, men gave way to him. It was even being strongly
rumored that he had a gun.
We were at a picture show one
night. During the intermission I don’t know what was the trouble between him
and Cal. Pablo suddenly drew his machete and threatened to chop up Cal.
Then a young policeman fired
into car car, mistaking one of the passengers for Pablo. Instead, he shot a
young schoolboy.
I don’t know what Pablo had
done to make the police go after him. After that, he disappeared and it was
being strongly rumored that he was in Kingston.
Pablo’s youngest brother, Knox, told
me six months later that he was in the States. Two years later I saw Knox
driving a car. A big house was also being built on lands adjoining them. It was
strongly rumored that it was Pablo’s money.
A
deportee named Dillon told us about Pablo.
“I was over there and Pablo got stabbed after men tried to take
away his stash. It’s a big cut he got. A woman told him what to buy
to put on the wound. He couldn’t go to any hospital.”
“Pablo surprises me. Men out here
used to send him to the shop. Now he’s in the States and is a big gangster,” a
man called Dutch remarked.
“Over there you can’t be soft.
You have to be rough, especially if you are running drugs,” Dillon reiterated.
Pablo is doing drugs in
America? We all knew that it was a different Pablo.
***
Nobody knew what happened
to him after that. His family was tight
lipped.
They
all knew that if Pablo returned to Jamaica, we were the people he would link up
with. Eighteen months later
and he was on the island again. He wasn’t deported this time and he had a
woman with him.
“Clunis, I’m just staying out here for
a few months. I might go on the the North Coast with the little girl you see me
with.”
We were drinking stouts, me, him,
a man called Nully, Washbrook, Dutch and Dillon.
His girl’s name was Serena.
Over the next few weeks that we got to know her, most of us guys liked her as
she wasn’t snobbish and was generous with her money. She would buy us beers,
stouts, food and soup at the dances.
About three weeks later I was
in Kingston when I hear the news. The police found Serena’s naked body on a
river bank in our district and Pablo had disappeared. A man from our district
told me about what had happened.
“Clunis, the girl had
something over Pablo. She saw when he killed
a man. He had to pay her off or else she would go to the
police.”
“I thought she was his woman,
that’s why she came out here with him.”
“I don’t know why she came out
here with him. He paid Gap Teeth to kill
her.”
I found it curious that she was
blackmailing Pable and still made him bring her to his homeland. If that wasn’t
asking for trouble I don’t know what was.
“They found her naked body; as far
as I hear she wasn’t molested. I understand that the police are looking for
Pablo. Do you know where he is?” I asked.
“Who, Pablo? Based on what I hear,
he could be in England, America or
Canada, because he has papers for all three countries.”
That didn’t stop us guys from
swearing to get Pablo for what he had done
to Serena. The police soon caught up with Gap Teeth. He confessed to the
murder and fingered Pablo.
We understand that the Jamaican
police have contacted the authorities in the three above mentioned countries to
help them look for Pablo. His relatives remained tight lipped, but many persons
are praying that he will one day be brought back home to pay for his crimes.
The End.
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