Dedicated Jamaican Care Worker Launches New Book
Back in 1998, in the gritty, often forbidding inner city of Kingston, Jamaica, our friend Father Jim Webb, who lived a heroic life there, summoned me and my late spouse, John, to chat.
"I've met a remarkable Jamaican social worker/leader down the street," he said. "Her name is Angela Stultz. Take a look at what she is working on: an after-school tutoring and homework program for kids who are falling behind, a daycare centre, a health clinic with a lot of AIDS education, a chicken-raising project, a callaloo garden and serious peace-building among rival gangs. She is fearless."
"Nooooooo," we said reluctantly, "we are in over our heads financially and human resource-wise now."
"Well, just meet her," he finished. "She gets a bit of foreign aid from Christian Aid in the U.K."
Our fate was sealed then and there. We met Angela, a tall, beautiful Rastafarian queen with a brilliant smile, mile-high heels, bright swirling clothes and hairdos with extensions to die for. No nonsense though. No challenges from anybody, the roughest "rude boy" among them.
When she arrived each morning, the whole neighbourhood lit up. It was as if they were important enough to get the attention of this great lady.
"Gang members, the 'dons,' also want their kids to be safe and to read and write," she told us. "I know them. I am not a police informer, but I know them. They trust me enough to agree to meet at secret locations here in West Kingston."
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