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Letter from Father Gerald Jean Juste, political prisoner dying senselessly in a Haiti under US/UN tutelage
HLLN Note: Father Jean Juste’s words below will not return void.
Father Jean Juste is a man who typifies grace under pressure and is never discouraged by terror of any kind. When you speak with him, he oftentimes will be giving wisdom and direction when you’ve come to encourage him. I’ve not ever seen father Jean Juste anything but overly optimistic in the most horrendous of circumstances. Thus, for him to write below “My health is quitting me” is no small thing. Those who know him, know that. The road he’s traveling is beyond terrible. Being ill intensifies the fragility of a life already and falsely imprisoned and traumatized by the indifference of not only his Church hierarchy and, not one, but two nations’ – US and Haiti – whose Constitutions and ideals of justice and decency, he’s dedicated his life to bringing into application. Still despair cannot conquer us. It’s unthinkable. Absolutely impossible to accept that evil men, like Timothy M Carney, Group Apaid, Boulos, Baker, Roger Noreiga and their Democracy Project and Group 184 to will triumph over the spirit and moral fiber of Haitian men like Father Jean Juste in Haiti, or anywhere else on this planet.
It’s more than a national travesty for Haitians that Father Jean Juste must suffer so and has yet to be released. I beseeched Haitians, the guards, the Haitians who say they are “doing their jobs” in Haiti by terrorizing Jean Juste to stop. Make another choice. Open the prison gates before it’s too late.
His words will not return void.
Ezili Danto Jan. 24, 2006 wakeupwithcoop.org/Jan2nd-06p1.mp3
The following letter was smuggled out of the Haitian National Penitentiary this week. Now that all of the serious charges against him have been dropped their is no excuse for the Haitian regime’s continued imprisonment of this leading human rights advocate. Father Jean-Juste has been diagnosed with Leukemia and his life is in danger if he is not immediately released to travel to the US for urgent medical treatment. Jack
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Friends, Compatriots and All:
It is not easy for me to communicate to you through the media. It is forbidden by my jailers. That order comes from the Big Boss, the invisible one in Haiti.
With heart broken I have followed most of the big events in Haiti. Year 2005 has been very rough in Haiti. Tragedy after tragedy. As we have survived it, I remain grateful to God for you and for me.
With the grace of God, I hope that you and I and all men and women of good will are doing our best to drastically improve life in Haiti.
My health is quitting me. Some physicians say that a type of cancer called leukemia is attacking my cells. Death may come soon if I do not receive treatment. Supporters from Haiti and around the world are keeping the pressure on. Others are calling to the living God with tears in their eyes. Unfortunately, some people think I am faking. They wish my death.
Whatever position someone may take does not matter to me. Doing God’s will has been my motto. On February 7, 2006, I will reach the age of 60 years. I think I was very lucky in this life. Most of my compatriots died between 45 and 55 years. I am already an exception.
If I can, I would like to take the opportunity to raise the death issue before I depart from earth. Each one of us has to go. Unfortunately I will leave more work for you. However, I believe God always arises new workers for his vineyard. Plus, from above, I’ll be so busy meeting God’s family members who enter heaven, so do not worry about me.
As I am writing this communique, some people, friends of mine, enter the jail crying, with tears flowing down their cheeks. That makes me uncomfortable, but what can I do to stop it?
Death in the risen Christ is not the end of life. It is a passage, a necessary one from earth to heaven. I am looking forward to discover, thanks to Jesus, the glorious heavenly life. So many ancestors, friends, relatives, parents, martyrs, militants, justice and freedom lovers to greet.
Do not worry for me, as Jesus once told us worry on yourselves. Worry on yourselves. You have work to do. You do not have the means yet, or the means may be hidden. Please listen to God, enjoy putting his gospel into your lives and with him God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, you will build a better world.
Open your intelligence, open your hearts and minds and be creative to exploit the wealth in our own world, to make a better living for each other. Yes, you can. Yes, we can. Let love triumph, let its fruits be shared and happy days for all.
Finally, let me tell you as a Christian I believe in miracles. Miracles individually and collectively. Nothing is impossible for God. God may directly touch me and I may live a few more years with you. He may work marvelously through physicians and make miracles take place.
Be in peace! Do your best. Let the will of God be done.
Au revoir! Gerard Jean-Juste
Kanga Mundele: Our mission is to live free or die trying
Another Haitian Independence Day under occupation
by Marguerite Laurent (SFBayview: www.sfbayview.com/010406/kangamundele.shtml )
Ours has been a long struggle. It started in 1503 when the first kidnapped African captive set his enchained foot on what is now known as Haitian soil.
Back on Jan. 1, 1804, European/ U.S. barbarity and savagery received its greatest blow in the Western Hemisphere. We continue to face the guns, greed and odious cruelties of the white man, but we also continue to celebrate our victories against him. Haitians have been stigmatized and forced to pay with their lives and freedom for that achievement ever since.
Jan. 1, 2006, marked Haiti’s freedom day.
Oceans of our blood have poured and watered the soil to nourish civilized co-existence on this planet Earth and continue, this very minute, to soak the earth needlessly, simply because Haitians were the first to counter, in combat, European/ U.S. biological fatalism, destroy its myth of white superiority and to do what even Spartacus could not.
How should Haitians mark this anniversary? Who should we confer with about our awesome burden, our plight, our long struggle to be treated as human beings by the European settlers?
Who should we approach about Father Jean Juste’s incarceration? About the U.N. soldiers’ massacres, rapes of our women and repression of Haiti’s defenseless poor? About the lies of the mainstream media and awful propaganda by the likes of Roger F. Noreiga? (See: www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/news/opinion/13504681.htm.)
How do we get justice?
Who do we tell about the 107 poor Haitian prison detainees shot dead by Boniface/ Latortue prison guards, some while still in their jail cells, about the Site Soley massacres, the soccer match massacre, the Machete Army slaughters, the imprisonment of 70-year-old grandmother So Anne – her facial disfigurement caused by some mysterious prison ailment that Haiti’s prisoners are enduring and suffering. How should we Haitians, who still live and breathe free, fight on for ourselves, our children, for those who don’t?
In the book ‘Two Thousand Seasons,’ Ayi Kwei Armah writes:
‘How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilations? For whom do we aspire to reflect our people’s death? For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony? In what hopes? That the destroyers, aspiring to extinguish us, will suffer conciliatory remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success? The last imbecile to dream such dreams is dead, killed by the saviors of his dreams.’
And so it is an exercise in futility to go to the perpetrators and executioners of human rights crimes in Haiti in hopes of getting justice for our people. Those who ousted the constitutional government of Haiti – the U.N., which acts as proxy to maintain this international crime, the Haitian lackeys and their Roger Noreiga and State Department masters – are dead inside and cannot hear the cries of the Haitian masses.
It’s not their mission or mandate. For they don’t represent life, liberty, democracy, development and decency, but its opposite. This officialdom, this authority, rains death, despotism, destruction, cruelty, inhumanity, injustice, and represents all that civilized peoples worldwide struggle to overcome. They write laws but are too ‘high tech’ to live them. They mouth words of ‘justice’ and fairness but their words are DEAD.
To further quote Ghanaian writer, Ayi Kwei Armah: ‘Those utterly dead, never again to awake, such is their muttering.’
See for yourself, my people, Roger F. Noreiga’s recent mutterings in ‘Good, orderly elections are worth waiting for,’ Miami Herald, Dec. 29, 2005, www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/news/opinion/13504681.htm.
But as you read Noreiga’s racist and immoral lies that seek to mask the Boca Raton regime’s barbarity as Haitian ‘progress’ that is worthy of international support, remember: A zombie’s mutterings are meaningless.
Ayi Kwei Armah explains what’s to be done with such predators and their blan-peyi Haitian lackeys, for they are dead: ‘Leave them in their graves. Whatever waking form they wear, the stench of death pours ceaseless from their mouths. From every opening of their possessed carcasses comes death’s excremental pus. Their soul itself is dead and long since putrefied. Would you have your intercourse with these creatures from the graveyard?’
NO. Leave the dead in their graves. Speak your righteous message not to these ‘long rotted ash’ but address your message, my people, to the living and look only to Dessaline’s descendants worldwide. His legacy is liberty. Speak to liberty lovers. Empower the world’s lovers of liberty.
On freedom day, raise up peaceful co-existence in the name of Dessaline, the father of Haitian independence, author of the concept that a ‘Haitian’ is a ‘freedom lover,’ no matter his or her skin color or from which branch of that Black woman, mother of all the races – our ultimate root – he/ she hails from.
Remember that ‘Black’ as redefined by Dessaline means a ‘lover of Liberty.’ Therefore, any person, of whatever fabricated social ‘race,’ who loves freedom and liberty is Black, not white in the pejorative ‘tyrant’ sense. For, to Haitians, anyone who is a tyrant, no matter what his or her skin color, is deemed ‘white,’ a blan, a stranger, not family.
Black is also, to Dessaline and his knowledgeable descendants, the color and texture of liberty.
It is because of this Dessaline philosophy and psychology that Haitian beliefs are marginalized and why Haitians are forever marked for destruction and annihilation. Our concepts, based on the observable facts of our history, experiences and existence, threaten white supremacy to its core. That is why most people in this world only know the lies told and retold about Haiti, about Haiti’s culture, its psychology, its philosophy.
I’ve written in the ‘Red, Black, Moonlight’ monologue series, ‘Reaching for Black, keeps me from bursting into flames.’ For it is that ‘reaching’ which defines and gives texture to our struggle. Our independence and freedom is divine and ‘as black as primordial space; as black as the firmament from which creation sprang ÷ the color of carbon, the key atom found in all living matter. All who are ŽHaitian’ carry particles of a culture, where every vibratory energy comes out of the dark melanin seed, that Haiti and Africa owns, which captures light and reproduces itself and various hues and shades, full of multidimensional patterns, disparate energies, eternal seeds.’
Remember and celebrate the road traveled
Humbled by the courage of the Haitians who left us a freedom legacy to live, a liberated psychology to help free Africa’s children from all sorts of colonization, a philosophy to extend, on Independence Day, we remember, respect and honor our deep roots even as we continue to face officialdom’s bitter lies, its white despotism and racist disdain. We face its lies and half-truths, such as written by the likes of Roger F. Noreiga or his various mainstream press chums, who continually call Haitians ‘fouled up,’ ‘failed,’ ‘gangsters,’ while calling their imposed Boca Raton regime ‘progress,’ its bloody, unconstitutional reign ‘democracy’ and its upcoming election-under-occupation ‘worthy.’
On our Independence Day, Haitians shall come together to stand tall within ourselves against the empire’s lies and stigmas. We’ve survived. We know who we are, what we are and that we’ve got roots to keep us strong.
Our history of survival is our greatest asset and rallying point. We exist still because we have ALWAYS defined ourselves, extended ourselves, given value to ourselves, our life, strengths, ancestors, history and heroes, when the world’s greatest armies, media and superpowers have not.
In fact, white officialdom and its Haitian blan-peyi lackeys are united solely in their refusal to recognize Haiti’s value, its sovereignty and right to self-determination. Death, imprisonment, suffering and sacrifice may be our perennial plight in this, Bartholomew De La Casa’s ‘New World.’ Yet try as the pathetic likes of Roger Noreiga may to tell Haitians what we are worth, how exclusionary elections are ‘our due’ and that repression is liberty, he fools and shames only himself and his restavek Haitian lackeys.
Ayi Kwei Armah writes, ‘A people losing sight of origins is dead. A people deaf to purposes is lost. Under fertile rain, in scorching sunshine, there is no difference: their bodies are mere corpses, awaiting final burial.’
As flesh and blood, endowed by our creator with the right to life, we claim the natural right to just retribution, to self-defense, to equal application of international laws governing human and civil rights. For we are certain, if not in this lifetime, then in our children or great-grandchildren’s time, the day will come when the fiendish Roger Noriegas of this world will answer for the Haitian lives they’ve helped to destroy down the centuries and generations. The day will come, as surely as tomorrow is already here, and Haitians all over the world, who have survived Latortue’s bloody carnage, will continue demanding his ouster as a way of remembering our independence from European/ U.S. official servitude and its manifold injustices.
Every tomorrow will be our Independence Day. Every tomorrow we Haitians shall extend our independence, blocking re-colonization, its modern day applications and their new rods of empire – endless foreign debt and elections-under-occupation. Every tomorrow, even if placed in jail like Father Jean Juste or in exile or contained in poverty, we won’t relent but shall recount our glorious history of struggle ad nauseum, until no doubt remains that we are indeed Dessaline’s descendants.
My people, leave the dead in their graves and look to Dessaline’s descendants. Gather the living unco-opted Haitians, drink soup joumou, call on Marijan, Kapwa Lamú, Dessaline and celebrate our living history. Keep making that history. Remember and celebrate the dignity of Father Jean Juste, the Ezili Danto goodness of Haiti’s women warriors. Remember our roots, our struggle – its vast glory.
Those roots are our living way, our legacy, our path to freedom and our light that’s impossible to lose. It is remembrance that calls us, animates us and keeps us moving through these unspeakable sufferings and grief.
On our Independence Day, Jan. 1, 2006, and on every other tomorrow to come, we shall forget the dead living amongst us, sucking our blood like the vampires they are. These parasites have lost sight of Haiti’s origins – its sanctity, divinity and goodness, its gift of liberty and fraternity, when all around the Europeans settlers were bringing only depravity.
Dessaline’s descendants hold a sacred trust. Our mission is to live free or die trying, not to live as dead zombies, corporate or U.N. sell-outs, servile to gluttonous and inhuman greed like the Latortue restaveks and their vampirish white masters.
‘Kanga Mundele,’ said the spirit of Ezili Danto that mounted that great mambo Cecile Fatiman, on Aug. 14, 1791, at Bwa Kayiman, the ceremony that began the great Haitian Revolution. Kanga Mundele means ‘kill the stranger’ in Kikongo – ‘kill the stranger within,’ ‘amongst us’ – and also means ‘long live freedom.’
Indeed our freedom still lives. Despite 503 years of grief, Haitians are still here – standing on truth, living without fear. Nou La! We don’t get much press, but we’re here! Nou la! Kanga Mundele!
Ezili Danto. Li led li la.
**** Marguerite Laurent, an award winning playwright, performance poet, dancer, actor and activist attorney born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, founded and chairs the Haitian Lawyers Leadership Network, supporting and working cooperatively with Haitian freedom fighters and grassroots organizations promoting the civil, human and cultural rights of Haitians at home and abroad. Visit her website at www.margueritelaurent.com.
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