the deceased, my cousin, Andre McCleod
i have so many things to say.
wonder if i will remain living among these demons for talking/writing
waiting for confirmation of an id.
but let me tell you this trinidad
all the people who are killed and murdered,
are not one, reported in the news
two, makes me wonder if it is even lodged in police records
and three, the police sometimes tell family to keep quiet and keep the matter out of the news. and not to talk to anyone.
i learned today at the family funeral
for my deceased cousin who called the name of his killer/shooter for two days before he died...
that all of that was the case.
and i am pissed and sad
cause my family take real chain up
they did not for one moment realize
to agree to silence means, that if the police decide to let this cretin off the hook, as they do for most people connected, of society or relatives of politicians,of certain ethnic groups, of money, they have no recourse. there is no record. no one knows of it.
it is a nephew of a politician who killed my cousin Andre Mc Leod.
a man who has some office job. I did not /. i forgot to commit that fact to memory: where he works. but he works in an office.
so the other thing i am telling you:
four, the people who have business, who you support, purchase from and maintain, who you sip cocktails with on the circuit, interact in places of repute...have blood on their hands, carrying the spirit of those who they cut down
ask Nafeesa Mohammed about her nephew Jamal Khan/
and let him tell you of Andre McLeod
what the story is...he shot him cause their khan clip showed up in bagatelle to get some guy who killed another guy (was any of that in the news?)...when the boys showed up the hood guys ran...they were running in the direction of Andre walking in the opposite direction. the clip or khan asked andre' where they boys, did you see them. Andre said he saw no one. and khan pull out gun and shoot. an office employee
who is protecting who? to speak and tell the truth?
how many lives in vain? cut down like weeds
and we think everybody who is gunned down is in something about something
i have learned twice this year since Aug 31, that aint so
now the odd thing, which is why i been saying crime could never solve and stop in trinidad ...and i used to say it when i realized that the police you hire..you dont think they come from a neighborhood> that they went to school with other people > who themselves turn bandit, gangsta and murderer? and in this place where school affiliation, life long friendships, relations and connections is everything, why you think a police gonna turn in his childhood friend who kill adam in another neighborhood or place?
at the funeral yesterday, a gang was present. if i tell you how i think i knew, i might be wrong. but the clip of young boys, the choice of bandannas on their heads, either in white or red. i remember the latter most pronounced. all my cousin's people. now he is in no gang, but he grew up with all those boys. so what i am showing you is that in this small place and space, you do not separate from those you have always known, who may have entered life, behavior and realities separate and different from your own.
my cousin and i, both empaths, crystals and sensors, entered the cemetery for burial/ at the gathering of the funereal, the people, I could not breathe. hours later when I dared to tell him about it, he tells me he was in pain, his lower back was hurting him. we were sensing something real.
these are ways in which people become untouchable, and then there is another layer of the untouchables, the money, the skin, the ethnicity, the indian, the politician family, the town folk..or what ever designation you all are worshipping on any given day?
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