I con­sid­er an au­di­tor to be the last bas­tion of pro­tec­tion for the or­di­nary man against white col­lar ban­dits and law­less­ness in gen­er­al; you know, the guard that guards the guard. So, an au­di­tor sud­den­ly con­fess­es (with­out re­morse) that he has been derelict in his du­ty (he doesn't think so) and has let down the poor man.

In­stead of his peers cry­ing shame and ask­ing for his head, they are all check­ing them­selves on whether they can be found out on their own lit­tle white lies. They have all gone in­to pro­cras­ti­na­tion mode say­ing that they wait­ing on this or that re­port or this or that body to take ac­tion.

But the prob­lem with so called pro­fes­sion­als is that they each draw an in­vis­i­ble line of moral­i­ty say­ing that no one should cross it for­get­ting one thing: that the line is in­vis­i­ble and each body has their own line. It seems that in Trinidad es­pe­cial­ly, there is no more Hip­po­crat­ic oath for doc­tors or any sort of pro­fes­sion­al oaths that gov­ern pro­fes­sion­al be­hav­ior.

It all seems to be: do it till you get caught and make sure that you know some­one who is do­ing it too; that way you get to go aside and spend your ill-got­ten gains qui­et­ly. But where are the pro­tec­tors of the age? Where are those bas­tions of hu­man/equal rights and jus­tice and pover­ty and work­ers rights etc. I'll tell you- "they eat­ing ah food."

I have two ques­tions for the au­di­tor in ques­tion. Who else have you done that for? Did you do it for free?

Anstey Je­re­mi­ah

San Fer­nan­do