Only a handful of the Debe residents came every day. Some cited jobs from which they could not be absent. Others promised unconvincingly and never delivered. A few were honest, and said frankly that they were afraid. And with good reason. The controversy over the highway had divided the small community. There were those who regarded the members of the group that became known as the Highway Re-route Movement, at best as troublemakers, and at worst as apostates of the majority Indian party now in office. Supporters dodged projectiles thrown from cars to yells of “traitor” and other foul greetings. Political rallies held in the area became menacing circuses and stirred up further maelstrom. One politician, Minister Jack Warner, the principle villain in Wayne’s telling of the narrative, had suggested that he, “just hurry up and die.” Low level government employees in the area had been impelled by officials to wear pro-government t-shirts and given placards denouncing Wayne and the movement. They’d been packed into busses and let out onto the street, opposite Wayne. They’d posed for the media, unwilling actors in political grandstanding. Throughout the day they would sneak across the road, and whisper in Wayne’s ear, “I’m sorry, I woulda lose my job, they force we. I with you,” and then return to the stage of the protest.