Richard Cox was a tough man who, over the past forty years in Journalism, caused many admirers and detractors to come to light both here and overseas.
As a young Journalist he was sharp, fearless and brazen and one remembers well when challenged by one of his “bosses” to desist from “drinking on the job” his retort (“Why should you tell me stop drinking … does anybody tell you stop bulling?”) landed him a suspension from work.
For 22 of the last 40 years he ingratiated himself into a metro pole country, acquiring many of the trappings associated with first world living; however, on return to his native land he seemed to have found difficulty maintaining a balance between a lifestyle and work style more akin to living in a metropolis with that of a third world developing nation which calls for leadership by example rather than by decree.
He was never afraid to function in any capacity and this was may be brooked on his oft used expression: “This is not rocket science … this is easy … if I can do it you can do it too.” On closer examination, though, he often opted out of the challenge of performing in such capacities for any given length of time and so measurement of his capabilities may be skewed if one uses the criteria of “consistently good performances” but an accurate performance appraised would always speak well of his capability based on singular achievements derived from one time performances.
Against this background, Mr. Cox held two very personal and interesting opinions – (1) He thought that he needed few friends in life and in fact he held the belief that if one really needed a friend he should get a dog and (2) he also held firm to advice given to him by his doctor in Canada that one should stay away from stressful situations in life.
He was very well read and in the absence of any children of his own he was wont to pass on much of this knowledge to those with whom he came into relatively close contact or those willing to engage him in argument; and he love an argument.
Of late, however, he was often accused of “unfair intellectual tactics” of introducing false facts coupled with “personal exploits” which could not be challenged before retreating to what he considered to be his “lair” at work to prepare for the next mental battle.
Richard Cox enjoyed being seen as a mentor for young people but equally enjoyed having it recognized that he also possessed the power to “pull the rug from under your feet” and I think it’s safe to say this demonstration of power and authority encouraged those who wanted to get ahead quickly “to carry to him tales which should have stayed at school.”
The late dreamer should be considered as “a work in progress on which time has elapsed on a malfunctioning clock.”