It is truly hard to find words to describe my feelings since I learnt of the horrific killing of Christoff Griffith today. My body remains numb, while my heart bleeds for his father Christopher, his mother Sonia and his siblings Chad and Shaquan.
My sense of hurt, like that of so many who knew him and his family, is compounded by the fact that he was a decent, kind and quietly confident young man who exemplified all the qualities that his father devoted so many of his years as a policeman to try to instil in young men and woman across St. Michael.
I knew Sergeant Griffith as a beat officer of the Royal Barbados Police Force who served as a most effective bridge between the communities that make up my constituency and surrounding districts, and in Christoff, one could not miss the fact that what his father preached in the community, he also preached at home.
His was a life that ended well before he had the opportunity to fulfil the potential that he had only just started to display as a news photographer — that in itself being a tragedy, made worse by the apparent circumstances.
I also recognize that like the Griffiths, the family of Glenroy James, of Grazettes, St. Michael, must also be overwhelmed by grief at this time, having also suffered the loss of his life in such a violent and tragic way. My thoughts are prayers are with them.
To the members of the journalism fraternity, and to everyone who has been touched by the quiet confidence, respect and compassion that Christoff exemplified, but especially to Christopher, Sonia, Shaquan, Chad and the rest of the family, I extend my deepest personal condolence, as well as that of the Government of Barbados.
Rest in Peace, Christoff.