Do Olympic Gardens police have any use?
The new commissioner of police, Dr Carl Williams, is being urgently summoned to Olympic Gardens in St Andrew.
Many of the good people of the community who are genuinely productive and gainfully employed are urgently in need of a protective asylum.
For despite their pleas, many who wake early to go to work or school daily are constantly being hounded by the night-time cacophony that masquerades as music haunting the community.
To make matters worse, dancehall sessions are actually held on the busy thoroughfares, where high-end motor vehicles are double-parked and those who dance to the sound of disorderliness spill over on to the street. Scores of night riders of motorcycles with semi-nude female pillions rev their prizes at ear-splitting levels.
As such, the biggest fear for the industrious people of Olympic Gardens are Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, with a frequent brawta on Sundays.
The Olympic Gardens Police Station, located in proximity, makes not an iota of difference, while deafening discordance pulsates all around. Police personnel assigned to the station lock themselves in the stations about midnight.
Amid the din, long after the accepted 2 o'clock deadline, police personnel 'on duty' answer the early-morning calls of complaining residents with ludicrously long-winded complaints of their own - that they have blood pressure and can't stand the noise either.
The same police constantly ignore glaring breaches of the Road Traffic Act being perpetrated by rowdy minibus drivers who wantonly block the intersection of Olympic Way and Bay Farm Road.
Residents frequently complain that they, not the noisemakers, are the nuisances to the cops, as they have been disrespected by senior officers in that division whenever they complain.
Whenever they are not griping about the worthlessness of the police at the station, community members jokingly suggest that the Police High Command has a way of going in search of the most lazy law-enforcement officers and plant them there.
I took an interest in the matter after a letter writer to The Gleaner highlighted the discomfort that she felt. Prior to putting pen to paper, the letter writer had contacted The Gleaner about her grouse. The missive was submitted as Owen Ellington departed and the resident pleaded with the "successor" to do something urgently.
It appeared that her pleas were heard by the acting commissioner, Glenmore Hinds. Immediately after the letter was published, the Olympic Gardens Police Station assumed the ambience of a posting for senior officers.
Men and women donned in khaki-coloured uniforms, signifying that they were the big shots in the Jamaica Constabulary Force, looked stern as they visited the station.
But it was nothing more than a nine-day wonder.
The high-ranking policemen and women disappeared as quickly as they had arrived, and the disturbances returned - tentatively at first, and residents were thankful.
Then the cacophony came back with a vengeance, and Olympic Gardens once again became the unbearable babel for some residents.
As it turned out, the unwelcome return of the huge boom boxes, lined up along the roadway, returned without concern. So, too, did the revving night riders.
For there is now the infamous All Stars Thursdays that kick-starts the weekend rumble, followed by TGIF, and then Saturday Splash.
Law-abiding residents have all but given up. Has Carl Williams given up, too?