This morning, we buried the hero of the anti-gang fight of Fort Jacques, to the sound of the bursts of heavy weapons that have become the daily life of the inhabitants of Thomassin to Furcy. 

For more than a week, the residents of the communes of Kenscoff have rallied to try to feed the hundreds of displaced people from Belot, Godet, and surrounding areas, who ended up in their village after having lost everything. 

All the heights of Pétionville have become open-air cemeteries for the innocent murdered people that the dogs feed on… and, even greater horror; an even more atrocious insult to the memory of these massacred communities… instead of the silence and mourning that the nation whose children create violence every day should observe PERMANENTLY, our leaders are planning the carnival Bamboche at Fort Liberté! 

Have those we have chosen to lead the nation all gone mad? 

Or are the hundreds of lives that are constantly being cut down, in the plains as well as in the mountains, worth nothing to them?

While our police officers are going to the slaughterhouse, our businesses are closing, millions of our fellow citizens no longer even have access to one meal a day, education and food have become a luxury, the North is going to DANCE???

And worse, the CPT is begging for money from the White while FOUR MILLION DOLLARS are thrown out the window for 3 days of VIRÉ REN?

Is Fò Libète who asks for money while my brother and I die???

While kidnapping, kidnapping, stealing our fantasies??

Are we not here to be our children????

This indifference to suffering, this slap in the face to the most basic of decency, this kick in the face to humanity is intolerable to me and makes me want to vomit! 

Here we are happily descending into the most filthy immorality, into the depths of the most stinking baseness. 

The shame of this carnival of gravediggers will not be erased!!!! 

I cannot say today: “Father, forgive them…” 

It’s too much! 

Far too much! 

Monique Rocourt. February 8, 2025