Testimony of Natasha Michaud -
The killing Cassey Auguste
What happens to Haitians that work all their life in America, and, after
twenty-four years of hard, hard work to make ends meet; to take care of
their family, are still not able to live a comfortable life? Because they
are overwhelm with bills and responsibilities. Most of them are working hard
labor and are being paid minimum wage, their bills are over and above what
they are making.
My mother, after 24 years of hard, hard work in America - who saw she was
not making any progress - decided to move back to her country that she loves
and always wanted to live in and started a little family business.
After being there for about two years, her young son, Cassey Auguste,
decided to join his mother in fulfilling her dreams.
On March 3, 2004, at 11:30am, Cassey Auguste, my brother, was seating in
front of his mother's family business, SHOKESHA, in Pont Sound, L'artibonite. Cassey
Auguste was seating there, him and his friend who was about the same age - 20
years old. When four vehicles with tinted windows pulled up and called them -
approaching the boys with machine guns. My brother automatically put his
hands up and said "I am an American. I have nothing to do with politics."
His father saw what was going on, ran inside to get Cassey's passport and
showed it to the man. By that time my brother was shot about once or twice.
In this process my mother is screaming and telling them "please don't kill him. You
can take what ever you want please. Please don't kill him. And his father was
trying to show the passport to one of the man. But that did not stop them.
Both boys were killed in cold blood in front of my mother and father. The
man had something like a gun that shoot out water and cleaned the blood.The
bodies were taking to Gonaives where they were dump, and was unable to be
located for about twelve hours. Thanks to this man, a neighbor, who followed
the tinted cars - of which we were told that he has some kind of power that
would help him find the boys and he did.
The men in the car threw the bodies over the mountain and ravines one at a
time apart, distant from each other. The neighbor following saw this. When we
finally located them, the bodies were in very bad condition. We were unable to
have a normal burial for fear of the attention and accusation against these men
with guns and also for security purposed. The boys was just laid to rest with
no funeral. We feared that these people may find out about the funeral and do
some more damage to our lives.
My family - mother and father, are back in America continuing to live a life
of fear and grief. In fear that these man may come back and finish what they
started. My mother is afraid to go back to Haiti and resume her family
business for fear of the rebels, who said we used to serve Lavalas at our business,
coming back to kill and terrorize more members of our family and our close
friends and neighbors.
Dated, April 29, 2004