At this time, it is crucial that we put aside ETHNICITY, CLAN and TRIBE and truly see things as they are.
There lie my roots.
Ethnicity doesn’t matter right now.
These are the facts: a person, or several, committed the brutal act of murder that claimed the life of Albert Gibson, high school teacher and coordinator or the Kainantu Distance Learning Center.
It really doesn’t matter where the killers are from. The question of where they are from adds no value to our collective quest to fight this evil. It serves no purpose at all to blame a group, a tribe or a province.
Let’s put a face to the victim of this horrible crime. His name is ALBERT GIBSON, the father of a six month old baby, friend to a woman who loved him, son to a father, a brother. Because that’s what it is. That is what we can relate to.
Albert Gibson, teacher, father, brother and son represents us as a people. He represents our lives, our struggles and our deaths as a people of this great country of ours.
Ethnicity doesn’t matter anymore. Focusing on ethnicity, in the context of criminal acts, is a waste of energy. It is the simplest, easiest and most foolish path towards justifying an argument. It is stereotypical and makes us no better than all many outside of the country who fail to see our beauty as a people.
My mother grew up in the Southern Highlands. My father worked in Enga. I was born and raised in Goroka. I belong to a clan, a tribe called Papua New Guinea. My on my heart is painted the Kumul and the stars.