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IN MEMORY OF JOHN MAXWELL
by Randall Robinson
Death awaits us all, of course.
Yet there are some deaths that rip from the earth that which is clear, that
which is visionary, that which is moral, that which is true.
John Maxwell is one of those whose rare human beings, one of those rare souls,
and one of those rare minds whose death leaves us naked. Bare. Smaller.
He is one of those whose death makes the world seem more jumbled than it was
before because no matter how complex the challenge, no matter how great the
odds, no matter how mighty the foe, on issues of right and wrong, justice and
injustice, truth and its opposite, John Maxwell never tired. Or, at least, he
never withheld from the battle the power of his extraordinarily impressive mind
and his clear, transcendent soul. And so, while he lived, there was at least
the hope that his insights, warnings, and urgings would be heeded by those with
the power determine the path of nations – and indeed the world.
John’s life put into meaningful action the most sacred precepts of all great
religions, and indeed encapsulated the old Haitian adage that “every human
being is a human being.”
John has died.
And the Caribbean is very much the poorer for it.
I mourn the loss of John, and extend sincere condolences to his wife, his
children, his relatives, and all who knew and loved him.
Randall Robinson
December 11, 2010
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