The nights before the funeral i couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned and prayed. i was so very afraid of what would transpire in the morning. I woke up early the next day and went to buy a stack of phone cards. I blew up my mothers phone...
Hi mom, are you ok? Does your car have tinted windows? oh ok....
Hi again, its me, Lola. Park right in front of the church, ok? In case you need to run or anything.
Hi...how many police are there? Oh good. Let me speak to one...No? ok. Call you later. Love you
Ummm...hi. maybe you should leave the car running. Ok Bye.
She told me it was a simple funeral. He layed in a simple closed casket because he was unrecognizable due to the five shots to the face. Simple women in simple black dresses wailed and screamed and protested the death of their brother, their uncle, their cousin. Fancy police waved fancy guns. Simple men wore simple t shirts displaying his sweet face. They all sported that trademark limp; you know, the one that means that they were taking life and safety into their own hands...quite literally.
They were ready...ready to mourn. Ready to fight. Ready to run. Ready to shoot. Ready to move on. The stage was set for a fair fight. But the coward didn't show. Figures.
So my mom is safe. She still had 3 more days in Trinidad, but she spent them in board rooms and ministry offices, and no where near the bush where evil apparently thrives. Good.
The police tactical force in now permanently stationed in Agostini and Rio Claro, and they claim that they won't leave without Peter, dead or alive. But trinidad is such a small place. It boggles my mind why they haven't found him yet. My mother recieved a call from the ministry of defense, and the local politicians have suddenly jumped all over this story. Probably because its now a feature in all of the big newspapers. Its all a big show.
Well, thank you God. Thank you for keeping them safe.
Read about it here and here.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Crime and Punishment
Voyeurs, I apologize for my scanty posting, but i have been wrapped up in some real life drama...
It all started back in October-ish when my cousin was shot 3 times point blank in the head...and survived. His name is Sherwin, bka Sean.
He was shot by an old friend of our family, out of pure jealousy. Sean just happens to be ballin out of control. And in Trinidad, where we are from and where he resides, that's saying a lot.
The man who shot him is named Peter. He hates Sean for his success, and tried to kill him. Absurd, i know. It was mentioned in a Trini newspaper here.
My cousin, his wife and kids, flew here immediately following the shooting, so that he could be operated on, and recover safely.
Things died down right after that and we thought it was over. Then Peter's brother was killed. Some say as retribution for shooting my cousin, but who knows. The article also mentions that.
But apparently, Peter was crazier than we thought. He went into hiding. As Trini's would say, he went into the bush (or the Forest areas surrounding the town, Agostini, where my family is from). He started sending messages to my family that he was going to kill everyone. And then he shot and killed my cousin Sean's best friend, Curtis, right in front of his wife and kids.
At the wake for Curtis, one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins, telling him that he was next. Of course my uncles and cousins beat him senseless. But on the other hand we took the threat seriously.
Then, a few days later, another of Peter's brothers was murdered.
This past week, Peter shot another of my uncles, Wayne, more than 20 times with a semi-automatic. His blood was to plentiful that it soaked through the floorboards of the house and stained the ground beneath.
My Uncle had NOTHING to do with the situation. As a matter of fact his nickname was Pie, because people said he was sweet as pie. Peter simply decided that he wants every member of my family dead.
Please read about it here
My family was shocked, disgusted, sad, angry. But as usual we never allow anyone to scare us into hiding. We are too resilient for that.
In a show of solidarity, they held a wake for Pie the day after the shooting, and it went well. Until about 8:00.
At 8:00 peter and an accomplice came out of the bushes near the wake shooting (again) my cousin Sean and another of his friends. He shot Sean six more times, and he survived, again. That brings him to a total of nine bullets. His friend also survived. Peter had emptied all of the bullets from his semi on my uncle the day before, so all he had was a simple shotgun, with simple slugs that pierced but did not kill my cousin. Funny how things happen.
Please read about it here.
My family tried to handle things lawfully; reporting every killing, every threat, every incident, every tip to the police. And they never responded. In fact, the police have an on going grudge against us because of an incident where my cousin Sean revealed a major scam within the department in which they tried to bribe him in efforts to cover up their abuse to his younger brother.
They let this drag on. They aided Peter, ignored his blatant presence in the village and refused to put him into custody. But it just so happens that on Friday at 8:00, Peter showed them that he has no friends. He shot at the same police who allowed his lawlessness, and they ran into the very house where my uncle Wayne was shot dead, and hid under the bed. I wonder if they could smell the scent of fresh innocent blood as they cowered on the same floor where he called out for their help until he bled to death?
The police hid in drains, they ran, they called for assistance, just as they made my fallen and hit family members do for all of the months during which these incidents transpired.
Now they are putting on an elaborate show for the media. They brought out big guns, helicopters, night vision cameras and even the army. They claim to have the best interest of my family at heart as they guard them, escort them, comb through the bush and patrol the streets of Agostini village. But none of this will ever right the wrong that they committed when they let this man roam free chopping down our tree one branch at a time. And when we retaliated they carted off every one of my kin and locked them under the jail. But Peter ran free.
I am sad and worried. My mother left today to begin a legal crusade against the corruption in the police department and to mourn the loss of her blood. But i am scared for her.
So God, please bring her back safely. Please God.
Another of my jealous uncles (who supplied Peter with the bullets that killed Wayne, his brother) specifically told my grand mother that all of her children would die. Its my mother that he is referring to, i know. And i am scared. I shake, i cry, i pray. Please, God.
I hope that in sharing this story with you all, a valuable lesson will be learned. Jealousy is a disease that can infect even the most deeply rooted family tree. As i see my family members fall, i am sickened at the power of the dollar. Money will come and go. But family, once gone will never return.
Rest in peace Curtis and Uncle Pie. Keep fighting Sean. You are my personal Superman. Stay strong family. What God put together, let no man put asunder.
Come home to us mom. Safely.
♥ Lola
It all started back in October-ish when my cousin was shot 3 times point blank in the head...and survived. His name is Sherwin, bka Sean.
He was shot by an old friend of our family, out of pure jealousy. Sean just happens to be ballin out of control. And in Trinidad, where we are from and where he resides, that's saying a lot.
The man who shot him is named Peter. He hates Sean for his success, and tried to kill him. Absurd, i know. It was mentioned in a Trini newspaper here.
My cousin, his wife and kids, flew here immediately following the shooting, so that he could be operated on, and recover safely.
Things died down right after that and we thought it was over. Then Peter's brother was killed. Some say as retribution for shooting my cousin, but who knows. The article also mentions that.
But apparently, Peter was crazier than we thought. He went into hiding. As Trini's would say, he went into the bush (or the Forest areas surrounding the town, Agostini, where my family is from). He started sending messages to my family that he was going to kill everyone. And then he shot and killed my cousin Sean's best friend, Curtis, right in front of his wife and kids.
At the wake for Curtis, one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins, telling him that he was next. Of course my uncles and cousins beat him senseless. But on the other hand we took the threat seriously.
Then, a few days later, another of Peter's brothers was murdered.
This past week, Peter shot another of my uncles, Wayne, more than 20 times with a semi-automatic. His blood was to plentiful that it soaked through the floorboards of the house and stained the ground beneath.
My Uncle had NOTHING to do with the situation. As a matter of fact his nickname was Pie, because people said he was sweet as pie. Peter simply decided that he wants every member of my family dead.
Please read about it here
My family was shocked, disgusted, sad, angry. But as usual we never allow anyone to scare us into hiding. We are too resilient for that.
In a show of solidarity, they held a wake for Pie the day after the shooting, and it went well. Until about 8:00.
At 8:00 peter and an accomplice came out of the bushes near the wake shooting (again) my cousin Sean and another of his friends. He shot Sean six more times, and he survived, again. That brings him to a total of nine bullets. His friend also survived. Peter had emptied all of the bullets from his semi on my uncle the day before, so all he had was a simple shotgun, with simple slugs that pierced but did not kill my cousin. Funny how things happen.
Please read about it here.
My family tried to handle things lawfully; reporting every killing, every threat, every incident, every tip to the police. And they never responded. In fact, the police have an on going grudge against us because of an incident where my cousin Sean revealed a major scam within the department in which they tried to bribe him in efforts to cover up their abuse to his younger brother.
They let this drag on. They aided Peter, ignored his blatant presence in the village and refused to put him into custody. But it just so happens that on Friday at 8:00, Peter showed them that he has no friends. He shot at the same police who allowed his lawlessness, and they ran into the very house where my uncle Wayne was shot dead, and hid under the bed. I wonder if they could smell the scent of fresh innocent blood as they cowered on the same floor where he called out for their help until he bled to death?
The police hid in drains, they ran, they called for assistance, just as they made my fallen and hit family members do for all of the months during which these incidents transpired.
Now they are putting on an elaborate show for the media. They brought out big guns, helicopters, night vision cameras and even the army. They claim to have the best interest of my family at heart as they guard them, escort them, comb through the bush and patrol the streets of Agostini village. But none of this will ever right the wrong that they committed when they let this man roam free chopping down our tree one branch at a time. And when we retaliated they carted off every one of my kin and locked them under the jail. But Peter ran free.
I am sad and worried. My mother left today to begin a legal crusade against the corruption in the police department and to mourn the loss of her blood. But i am scared for her.
So God, please bring her back safely. Please God.
Another of my jealous uncles (who supplied Peter with the bullets that killed Wayne, his brother) specifically told my grand mother that all of her children would die. Its my mother that he is referring to, i know. And i am scared. I shake, i cry, i pray. Please, God.
I hope that in sharing this story with you all, a valuable lesson will be learned. Jealousy is a disease that can infect even the most deeply rooted family tree. As i see my family members fall, i am sickened at the power of the dollar. Money will come and go. But family, once gone will never return.
Rest in peace Curtis and Uncle Pie. Keep fighting Sean. You are my personal Superman. Stay strong family. What God put together, let no man put asunder.
Come home to us mom. Safely.
♥ Lola
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