Hello brothers and sisters I’am Philippe Francois a Haitian citizen born in the city of Cap-Haitien in the twelfth of September 1975. Shortly after I was born from from an unmarried family , after 1year 3 months old my father then decide to take over my custody as he was always moving around the country then my two aunties and my grand mother determined to take charge of me. As I grew up in their possession as a child I have told that there was a variety of health problems not as severe but slightly for a child. I attended kindergarten to grammar school and secondary study as every child with their fraternal parents aught to live. I grew up with my aunts and grand-mother as catholic doing my first communion and confirmation.
Arriving at the age of 12 I started to feel some abnormality in my study I have been always a bright student there were students that I used to teach and work together with that I could say that were weaker than I’m they pass the class then I failed the last class of primary study which is (certificat) in Haitian term. At that school where I was (FIC) Freres de l’instruction Chretienne, they do not accept failing students therefore I went to a different school and pass the class at the second time. Then I enrolled in Lycee National Philippe Guerrier which was the only Lycee in Cap-Haitian at that time, I pass the first secondary study class easily but at this period of time I started to make lot of friends from various background but none of them will influence me by any sort. I started to take no notice of my aunt’s commandments, staying over friend’s house for long period of time, sleeping over as I wanted and this was not the way they really wanted me to be. In the year cycle of school in Haiti there is 3 trimesters in the second trimester I get out of control at the age of 15 I decided to move out of the house and go to Port-au-Prince precisely at (Fanmi se Lavi) an orphanage owned and directed by the former president Jean Bertrand Aristide and exactly I planned my trip without advising no one. Arriving at Port-au-Prince a capital in which I visited the first time, walking all day with no money I passed out of hunger someone gave me food and ask me about myself, I told him about me he bought me food and I don’t quite remember but he negotiate a ride for me to the orphanage. Then I arrived at the orphanage at night the guardian of the orphanage told me there is procedure in place that he will not be able to accept me there but I can stay over for the night and he will instruct me about where to go in the morning. He gave me a meal of (bouillie) which is wheat flour with sugar and milk a purge like meal. In the morning he advises that the bureau of Affair Social which is not too far from the orphanage at Bois Verna they could send me to a place similar to the (Fanmi se Lavi).
Arriving at the bureau of Affair Social they take me to the intake office talk to an official questioning me about myself, parents and informed them both of my parents were died and they process me and send me along with a driver at Carrefour at the (Centre d’acceuil d’education et de rehabilitation). In the centre which is a foster care, very big whit musical school, a local Lycee educating secondary study not only to the foster Childs but available also to the general public. I spent a good 8 months to a year there very disoriented thinking about the tumors in my life, in the Capital there is a different slang than the one speaking in the Northern Country of Haiti in which I came from. I was mistreated by my fellows foster childs in there because I was new and speak a different slang, they event gave me a nick name of Ti Okap meaning Little Cap-Haitian to identify me from the others. I had a very good friend who was also come from Cap-Haitien, we were very close because we came from the same city and the most important He knew some relatives of one of my aunts. We had spent time together all the time he shares his personal stuffs such as food or necessaries products with me, we visited people he had living around together he introduces me to his people and the relationship was like that. One day his aunty come to visit him as usual he introduces me to his aunty and we spoke and he told her that she may know some of my people as himself knew of them. She asked me about my relative and the people that my friend knew then I told her and suddenly she panted and say (pitit) little one the suddenly she olds my right arm firmly and she say she will not leave me. She told me that my two aunties are going crazy about me and so then she took me out of the Foster Care then we go to the city where she stayed over for the visit she shortened her trip specially to take me back home. I must tell you the minute she hold my hands at the Foster Care she pied in her hand and wash my face with as many Haitian will believe a sign of bad spirit fighter. On our way to the house where she stage for the trip there was a torrential rain with thunders and numerous strikes, we were all soak then I remember I stood under a balcony right on front of the Cathedral looking for direction as we were lost then a weird looking man came along and stood by us she thought that was some type devil or someone looking to take over my custody, then she firmly hold my hand all the time observantly. She asks for direction then they informed her about the streets to take to our direction then she followed as instructed. Arriving at the house I was welcome she explain the situation then she never let me go one step away of her sight.
After a couple of days we depart to Cap-Haitien she pays my fare and arriving at the city we boarded a taxi cab, finally we get at my aunt’s house she was shock asking information about where I was how did I get there and the motive of my departure in which I could not really know how to explain. At one point there was a lady who owns a bar near the house where I lived by my other aunty house I owed some changes in buying meal to friends trying to more than whom I’m suppose to be, due to the fact that she went and ask for me telling my aunt about my debt, my two aunties though that my persecution came from her as usual the devil always makes us believe someone is a suspect but many times human worst enemy is himself. As I reunited with my two aunties but they could not understand my behavior that changes, perharps the fact that I spent time out of my own I felt like I’m a grown up man for me there were no rules before my depart. My two aunties started to be preoccupied about my situation as most Haitian does they started to consult the problem creator, each one is trying to do their best by trying to give me treatment one to a voodoo priest the other one to the same thing but they think they are more moderate which is (Jany) with different concept of voodoo. They spent lot of money trying to give me treatment one in one side the other one in the other side giving me bath with stinky liquids, ripping the crane of a skeleton from a Human dead body to prepare my bath, giving me certain kind of food sleeping over to their temple. My situation has begun to worsen overtime, now I started to disrespect anyone who thinks of giving me advice or confronting me for my own benefit. Now I started to spend all my times out in the street at on point I try to buy a bicycle from a guy I usually rent from, I had possession of the bicycle then sell it over to a reseller without even paying the bike. My vendor noticed the bike in the street for sell, when I went back to him do not remember how he urges me to go to the where the bicycle was sold then he told me that he must get his money, now he wants to get my address and I took him to a schoolmate address entering in the patio asking for someone that I knew pretending to be my house. The day pass and couple of days later we confronted again that time he took me to a local police station, a police officer interrogated about the situation but my defense were useless as he already saw the bike by the reseller in the streets. They took me to the tribunal and asking me to pay in that case not even my parents knew about the situation however they started to discourage in caring about me, plus this is the worst thing a child can do to a Haitian parents going to jail for any reason immorally. Now I’m a theft even around my 16 to 17 years old, I must tell you being in jail for theft is like having a taste of hell by the police officer. From there I spent a good 6 months, there was a police officer in the station that I knew from a relative that owned a restaurant, the restaurant was their house I sent the news to the relative by the officer then now my people now about my situation. After spending my times there one day I remember my grand mother came to pick me up but she advised me that none of my aunties would tolerate me to even go by them. I spend a couple of months in the city then I went back to Port-au-Prince to the Foster Care, but arriving there I started to feel like this place was not mine I started to dislike the place. Then I started to look for job to do, I went to a patisserie I asked for a job they told me if I’m familiar with it then I say yes and I’m hired. I work there as a loader loading the oven by putting the spade of breads from the shelf to the oven door. I spent a good 3 months there working then one day there was a bold decision came on my mind which was going back to the voodoo priest that was treating me to take an engagement meaning giving something in exchange to devil for money. From my visit there as a patient I knew they charge 55 gourdes Haitian currency and a bottle of barbancourt to be seen by the voodoo priest. Then I did not have money to go to the place then I watched the owner of the patisserie I stool a bunch of money he deposited somewhere in the shelf then took off. Arriving at the place I sat on the bench to be seen as there was several people there waiting for their turn, then called for my turn. When I sat on the visitor’s chair the voodoo priest called his spirit by saying (“djab la pala, djab la pala map rele gwo neg yo”) meaning the devil is not here the devil is not here I’m calling the big guys. He ask me for the bottle of wine and the money and sat then ask me why I was there I told him that I went to get an engagement then he said I’m too little to get an engagement then he said he could not help me at that time I had a good seven to height months left before my heighten birthday.
Now I had no engagement, the money I had on was just a small change I left Hennery a remote city in the north of Gonaives totaling 30 to 50 miles from each other. When I get to Gonaives I started to figure out what’s next, then I remain in the station thinking about what to do. One day pass, I slept in the streets, then go on and on I live by asking for change to passer by or anyone. Then one morning there was a guy that came to by chocolate with bread early about 5 AM then I asked him for some change then he told me why I don’t come with him work with him he will pay me. Then I go, he was a cart man carrying merchandise or material for vendors or anyone from one point to another for a fee. We loaded the cart which is manufactured by the shaft of a vehicle with rear traction then nailed on top of the two wheels a cargo holder which is most likely about 6 feet long and 4 to 5 feet wide. Now I have a new job I explain to him about my situation that I’m from Ca-Haitien an orphan and helpless, I told him that I sleep in the street and in Haiti it’s not obvious to see children wondering and sleeping in the streets, then he offered me to go live with him by his house. I live there at his house for a quite few months we work together and when he is not working then I take possession of the cart I had my own customers and become known in the market area. One day I decided to go to a party one of my customer was having if I’m recalling a first communion, then it was very late and I did not want to go to the house as it was a big distance from the place I was. I went by the public market in Ganaives and lay down to a table outside the market then I fell asleep. In my sleep I heard two men talking and telling me to wake up and telling them where I come from, why I was there and told them but they do not convince by my argument both of them were vigilant of the market and they were willing to chop my body down, I told then if they do not believe me lets go to a house where I usually sit with my customers and talk near the market then a delegation took me to the house of that person then they say they need to talk to the person which I mentioned. The person came and they ask him if he knows me then he look at me close and say yes he usually see me there as a cart man then my life was saved, the delegations told me not to go there at night as every night there are thieves breaking the market stealing merchandise there. I know that was a miracle from the Holy Ghost, then they told me to go the police station instead spend the rest of the night there then I went and they let me lay down on a bench till 5 o’clock I go to work.
There was a slow in the cart business then I decided to work again in a patisserie couple of miles in the city, then I performed the same job as the previous patisserie, I work there for a long time at the beginning I used to go my cart friend’s house and sleep but it was easier for me to just sleep in the patisserie as there was several workers also sleeping over at the patisserie. We mingle together making our foods and sometimes even playing soccer in the enclosure of the patisserie as I like soccer. One day I decided to go back to Port-au-Prince but I did not have sufficient money to do that and the only thing that came across my mind was stealing the bike of one of the patisserie owners, then I did it and took off with the money always when I’m somewhere I have to do a bad thing leave it but I was unable to get a good judgment of my conscious. Arriving at Port-au-Prince this time I went back to the Foster Care and there was not a strict rule controlling children deciding to and come back as long we enroll in the system already. Then I stay there for a few months but I did not feel like staying there for a long period of time then I started looking for patisserie again to work then I found one in Martissant a community between the boundary of Port-au-Prince and Carrefour, I work there and stay at the same time sleeping on top of the bags of wheat flour. At the beginning I used to go sleep in the Foster Care and come back but the time there is more work is at night as they prepare the breads for the morning sales. I work there for a period of time then there was a gentlemen from the neighborhood who always come and have his bread and I usually serve him, we become friends and he offered me to come and sleep by his mother house instead of sleeping by the patisserie. Then I did just that I stayed over his mother’s house they treated me very well and there was a slow in the patisserie market then I was out of work then I started looking for job my friend then took me in a zone where he usually bought his clothes we went I bought clothes then hit the road to find job. I look for job for a good two weeks sometimes I work distance of 10 to 20 miles looking for job and going back on foot, one day I went to a place talk to the guardian then he told me they were just hiring worker for the division where he works it’s a metal sheet company making industrial frame for construction. Then he told me to come back as I wish they always need people, I go back the next following day he said they were just asking for laborer a few minutes ago then he took me to the place talk to the guy then the person in charge took my name then I started working at Duval Power Division, a big machine shop repairing vehicle parts like: cylinder head, engine block crankshaft, water pump, Diesel gas pump, clutch, brake, nozzle and there was a franchise of Bandag their as well reconditioning tires. I spend the first day, I do not quite remember but it was around 35 gourdes per day they told me to come back the next following day then I go back I was carrying parts to the technician performing any duty as needed cleaning the place and they hire me as a permanent employee. Now they send me to the brake division reconditioning brake shoes, brake pads and clutch, must of the employee there were student from technical school and then they were finishing their study as they work. I realized I could do the same then I enroll in school when I left school I was in the second class of secondary study then I skip one class and go to the fourth class which is (3em) I start my school paying on my own struggle ling, I go to work during the day and go to work in the evening, there is a big distance between my job and the city of Port-au-Prince and that time I’m still over my friend mother’s house, when I get paid sometimes I contribute in the house but it was so little my revenue I could not do much.
I work there for a good six months but one day I noticed an employee removed some expensive electrodes hide them under his polo shirt and exiting the building with them. As I noticed the incident, I advise a supervisor regarding the action then he reported it and the subject is fired. After firing the subject, two months later I found myself a the same position of the subject whom I reported for doing the bad thing, I removed some clutch repair kit in the clutch and brake warehouse where only employees from that section had access to then my supervisor suspected me and reported me to the director then I was fired. As I begin to taste the workforce environment, I was in the look everywhere for a job which is very difficult since I have knowledge of my existence till now. Then I started to look for mechanical gig as while working at Duval Power Division they instruct us about the fundamental of mechanism and I was a student of that class. With my familiarity of mechanic I worked with a professor and employee of Duval Power Division at his repair shop at a Suburb community of Lalue in Port au Prince due to his high profile contact he had a couple of great customers coming to the shop but I can tell you that the situation had become difficult for me then I moved back to the Foster home in Carrefour for a while then suddenly I decided to take a try in the street looking for other opportunity. There was a place at that specific time that was fascinating to passer by or by-stander in the bicentenaries along Boulevard Harry Truman in Port au Prince, there is always a crowd there day or night talking about politic or anything, among the crowd were homeless adult and children and I was one of them. This place had become my favorite place during daytime as I mingle with anyone there, like the kids smoking weed or inhaling liquid cement, acetone and thinner thankfully the Holy Spirit had prevented me from falling in that category although I tried Marijuana once in Haiti and once in the US while working for a company installing fiber optic cable in the wood of Jacksonville I had a tooth ach so bad and pharmacy was so far from the Hotel that we lodged in my co-worker advice me of smoking some weed to take away the pain I did it in the morning I called my was best friend in Miami to advise him about the action I knew it was immoral. At the beginning the guys at the place at the bicentenary begun to monitor me closely as my face was new to them, at time whenever I felt bored I moved by the guys washing cars cracking jokes with them and become familiar with them. It was the favorite spot for anyone of my class specially at night over 3 disco bars and casinos, prostitute of Haitian and Dominican origin sleeping time could be easily between 3 to 5 o’clock therefore you could go during daytime everyone is sleeping due to overnight staying and partying. At that time I knew some English and Spanish but it was not the time yet for me to start working with some of the tour guide there. There was a gentleman named {piti}about the same age bracket as me working at the Casino and disco called Roxy in the boulevard right at the corner across the main entrance of the Port of Port au Prince any Seaman docking in Haiti could tell you about that location where every night is happy hour there, we became good friends and sometimes he performs some handyman jobs for the owner at the casino which led me one day of performing an oil change at the generator there. I hung there for a long period of time, until one day it was between 9 to 11 there was a truck driver parked his truck in front of the casino there, he was in company with another fellow and they went in the bar. I heard some words of a guy called papito, I have no word if he is still alive now, he was crack head will try anything to get his crack money, he get in the truck parked on front of the bar and removed a bag containing something. Later one the driver very anxious, mad talking loudly protesting someone stool valuable items on his truck then I asked the driver what is it that they took for him by curiosity then He replied what the hell that I’m asking him I’m part of them, I’m responsible for what he lost there, he hold me tightly and promising to kill me if I don’t give him his stuff. I must tell you as I was there among the guys for a reason but a real tug will never let anyone hold them in that manner accusing them, as that period the US Marines had occupied Haiti in returning Jean Bertrand Aristide in power luckily 2 marines vehicle patrolling the neighborhood came by and questioning. He told them that he lost a bag of cash in the car then I came by asking him what he had lost and I’m responsible for his property the marines took me in his custody and take me to Cafeteria and process me in the next morning I went to see a judge he was not present at that time, the judge sent me to jail. It was my second experience in jail in Haiti the first time for theft the second time for being somewhere at the bad time. I spent a good 7 months in jail the judge never call me nor take my case in consideration as I had nobody also to intervene in my situation. While in my cell there were about 6 of us, but there was a guy who was a businessman trading between the Dominican Republic and Haiti we became friends I told them my stories they told me theirs then we became friends. I started to realize now my situation is getting worse I must make a wide move but at that time the move of choice was seeking God but could not think about that precious choice although I did accepted Jesus as my savior while at the foster home. While the businessman was talking about the Dominican Republic then I decided to go there and work, he gave me his address and complete direction to get to him I saved the piece of paper. In my 7 to 8 months as I was by the guard ‘house did not remember how I got there but I was there, then I saw professor that I knew from Cap-Haitian called Maitre Romel Manigat then I introduce myself to him he told me that he came to represent someone as a lawyer, then I told him my situation he took my information and at that time even I was in the street by choice I did posses an identification card which what he need to get my Nif or Decal number, he asked me if I have relatives in Port au Prince that could pay for me I gave him some friends of my family in Delmas 18 that I knew. I do not know if he contacted them or not but he left. At Penitentier National at that time the situation was horrible with all kind of infectious diseases there. One day Maitre Romel Manigat came to see me then the guard told me someone is at the guard ‘house for me, it was between 1994 to 1995 then I accompany the guard when I got there Maitre Romel Manigat told me that I’m a free man then the guard told me to get my stuff then I went back in the cell took my identification card the address and inform my friends about my release, I think the lawyer very much and went back to the same location where I got arrested. My friend piti told me that was naïve of me to ask the guy what did he lost that’s the reason he got me I said well, while over there I had one thing in mind going to the Dominican Republic to work as promised my cellmate in the prison. I was so desperate to go to the Dominican Republic I had no feeling in staying in Haiti no more, then one day as I went inside the disco during daytime while passing by the rooms I saw a purse of one of the prostitute girl I dug the purse and stole some US currency but she noticed the action she ran after me but I fled, I changed the money in Haitian currency, I bought new close and hit the road to Cap-Haitian, then Ouanaminthe while there I ran out of money I was a great fan of Lakol a local band in Cap-Haitian, I had 2 copies of his cassettes in my pocket accompany some change then I offered them to a guy to cross me the border. He took them, and then lifted me on his shoulder then cross the massacre river with is the boundary between the Dominican Republic an Haiti in the northern sector of the Frontier. He led me to safe location, he instructed me of road to take to avoid getting caught by patrolling officer. I walked almost 20 to 30 miles that day as it gets dark I saw a gentleman I saw him the address where I intend to go then he told that’s pretty far away in the Capitol then he said his wife is half Haitian he can provide me a place to sleep. He told me there is a place where they transport chicken from Santiago to Monte Cristi he could get me a ride in one of those trucks but I must wait for the day they are traveling. The guy gave me food a little cabana to sleep for a couple of days until one day he told me let’s go, I followed him then we get to a big place there were numerous trucks carrying chicken, he spoke with one of the driver then the driver told me to hike on top of the pails carrying the chicken then I hiked. There were 2 Dominican boys I believe worker riding on that truck at that time they make my life miserable during the trip as we all know some Dominican Happen to have bad feelings on Haitians. Thank God I got in Santiago safely, I started to walk in the street without knowing where I’m going then I came along some Haitian construction workers then I spoke with them in Creole they replied, then I showed them the address they say that’s very far away in the Capital. I informed him about my situation, he offered me a place to stay and promised me some money when he get pay in Saturday, He took me to his house where many Haitian were living at times, some had wives with them but they work in the construction field as construction was booming at that time. Saturday has arrived he collect the fare from the workers for me then he took me to the bus station in Santiago via Santo Domingo and informed the driver about my destination as it comes before the Capital. It was a good trip, I could remember the driver stop at Autopista Duarte for me then I worked to carretera Sanchez to catch another (Guagua) name given to public autobus transporting passengers. I boarded la guagua and handed the piece of paper with my destination written on it which was ( Carretera Sanchez y Kilometro Ocho) I forget the exact house number. While in the Carreterra Sanchez the driver stopped for me then they told me to cross the street, then I started to ask people about my cell mate by his name, they told me which street to take and from there I remember someone led me exactly at the house then finally I was there. When I get at the house he was surprise to see me there, then I told him as I mentioned in the prison I was coming here I’m. The house where he was belong to his baby mother meaning its going to be hard for him to bring a {(Congo) is the name given to newcomer in the Dominican Republic} at the house then he walked with me by explaining how I got there and so I told him, then He spoke with his step mother which was a vendor selling food and juice to a construction project close by. They asked the guard for me then the next morning they get me a job earning 100 pesos per day, I work there and sleep in the project as the way it was for many Haitian construction workers, I got in the game. Everyone likes me there, Dominican and Haitians alike; I mingle with some of the boys there sometimes playing basketball with them at the Miaradol a local park in the southern part of Santo Domingo. Much of the Dominicans my boss and neighbor were impress of my attitude and education, they help me better with my language and I bought books and manuals at local libraries also. As I live there, there was a man who leaving nearby his cousin was an engineer gave him the job of watchman at night, he provide me a place to leave at his mother house instead of sleeping at the construction project. I was there like family and there were numerous Dominican -Haitian born in the section of Barahona living there as well. One day the Company brought a machine two cycle engine types bulldozer, it was brand new then I was the one reading English starting and operating the machine then I was the operator for that machine. As I operate that machine it allows me to travel to different location performing the same duty compacting floor in the buildings. Along came another engineer who did not get along with Haitians he used to give me hard time for no reason even promise me to fire me, one day I went to work at a different location in the afternoon when I came back the neighbors told me there was a big scuffle between the engineer and the watchman at night on my behalf because the watchman as Dominican did not like the way he was acting toward Haitians, even police came to the site they inform me. Then I started to work cautiously avoiding that engineer, as the project begun to finish there was a slowdown in the sector then I tried to work with a Dominican Haitian who was a mechanic, I work with him for some times then He got me a job at a local shop cutting brake drums and disc, rectifying clutch a profession I learnt while working at Duval Power Division. It was pretty slow there also then I went back in construction, working had become hard one day I had a friend construction worker as well who performed a job for a contractor then the contractor paid him less than what he supposed to then he disputed with the contractor he threw the money away about 800 pesos, both of them were mad they left the money at the job site then I picked the money up and left the location. As I get to my place I took all my belongings stuffed them in a bag then told my Dominican friends that I’m leaving for Haiti. I stool the disputing money and took a (guagua) for Jimani a city in the South sharing a border with Haiti. It was nighttime when I got there I slept at a house in the Haitian side while getting in Port au Prince Fugees at that time made his fenomenal debut in Haiti, they launch a big concert in Port au Prince rallying a big crowd of spectators, at that time the Fugees had establish a foundation in Port au Prince providing assistance for Haitian expatriates coming from Guantanamo or the Dominican Republic then I got words of the foundation I went informed them about my situation then I was a recipient of that program enough to get me clothes and so. Now I’m back after spending a good time in the Dominican Republic my Spanish had become very strong, then I found myself again at the same location the bar Roxy as my preferred hangout location.
I saw piti my friend he told me that they told him about my action and that was not nice of me but I had no way of explaining the situation to him, he ask me if I was in jail again then I said no I went to the Dominican Republic work and so then he said good, now he told me that business is getting better instead of staying by the Bar he lived in a ship by the port. Piti had a line of clients seaman coming from all over the world he became familiar with them, as I spoke Spanish very good and English he put me in the game then I was a guide at the port as well. As a guide sometimes we go out to disco, casino and numerous venues guiding the seamen on changing their currency, places to go to have a good time, places to meet with prostitutes and so on. As I become trusty friend to the seamen at times they give me jobs such as scrapping the ships, painting, cleaning engines, working as engine helper or being a messenger to get their basic needs in the ship such as buying groceries for the ship and so on. Life was fantastic for me and there were a lot of young Haitian worker of my category that found permanent jobs in the boats. I must tell you life was wonderful based on the capacity of knowledge I had at that time time, young guy going to clubs or disco without paying for nothing, I became a pimp by connecting seamen with prostitute sometimes taking money from the prostitutes for giving them good customers. It was a great opportunity to live by working in the boats but mixing with a sinful environment, where in one occasion I found myself in Homosexual act with a seaman cook in one of the boat furthermore with a homosexual prostitute Haitian leaving in one of the ship in the port. Things were getting dirty but thankfully even though I had that type of life sometimes I woke up early in the morning and visited the Cathedral of Port au Prince for mass services, God heard my prayers and toke control of that homosexual behavior in my life till today homosexually was out in my vocabulary. Overtime I was in love with a prostitute that used to come to the port, we rented a room together in Martissant she also was from Cap-Haitian, and we stayed together for a good 4 to 6 months. As I work in the port there become waves of drug trafficking activities in the port, one day there was a boat carrying cocaine then the security guards and police officers at the port suspected the activities, as they know I had access to the seamen they told me to come with them as they are about to request their part of the cocaine the boat transported to Haiti. That is something new for me, that I never involved in I was very scarred but police officers was involved and they all knew me then I went with them to address their needs. The police officers told me to inform them they need their part in the drug they carry after disputing they decided to give, I did not know exactly how many kilos of cocaine they gave them but me they gave me one for me then I took it and left the port. I informed my lover about the case I went and sell the kilo of cocaine for $6000.00 US dollar in 1998 but market price was about $7,500.00 I’ve been told. At the time there was another boat that was willing to hire me permanently as a ABE crew-worker due to the fact that I had money I went to Cap-Haitian to party and spend money, when the money finish I came back at that time I had my passport and Haitian seaman license ready for opportunity but I missed that opportunity they hire somebody else. When I get back in Port au Prince everyone is telling me that people is coming in the port looking for me all over because the owner of the merchandise get words of a so called Philippe involved in their cocaine’s disappearance. A couple of days passed then I never see no one but I’m cautious along came another boat carrying cocaines again. At this time I don’t believe the owner of that merchandise even got part of it as it was so much, the police officers and the security guards once again called me to translate for them, I must tell you at this time everyone was in the look for cocaine in the boats it became a trend. Then I went to translate for the group the seamen fearful of the presence of the police presence took about 11 bags of cocaine dump them in the sea water each poly bag contain 10 kilos the merchandise in that time worth about 10 million US dollar enough to buy you a bank in Haiti, then one of the security guard had a brother brother with high profile police SWAT then he called him and showed up with official marked vehicle load the bags then I informed them anywhere the merchandise go is there I must be as well as they been looking for me before this time, I must go take my part and disappear for good. They agreed with me then I went them, while I was there at one of the guards house I told them whatever they get give me as I was frightening so many cocaine, that I’m going to Cap-Haitian and leave the country. I had words the police chief was aware of the heist and they wanted to know who did it, in 3 days I told them to give me what they get then they gave me $25,000.00 US dollar I went gave my lover some money told her to go to Cap-Haitian and wait for me there I’m coming, she went by herself and I took the bus to Cap-Haitian by wrapping my money in my clothe and leave. Arriving at Cap-Haitien, I told a good friend of mine called Tilou to find a boat for me that is going to Miami and he found me one, at that time I stayed in hotel spending money up and down, sleeping with prostitute, going to discos and night clubs acting foolishly. I gave money to anyone I knew family or anyone who came across then paid $ 7000.00 fare to a boat along with my passport to take me to Miami. They told me that in 5 days we are going and exactly in 5 days we took off heading for Miami, the trip took me about 3 days.
Arriving at Miami after spending 3 days at see in the merchant ship, the customs agent came to inspect the boat asking for the crewman’s papers as they carried me as crew member in reality I had my Haitian seaman license due to my experience on the port of Port au Prince with the boats. I called my aunts both of them to inform them about my arrival as they were already living in the States one in New York and the other in Miami, the one in Miami said to me so you really are in Miami then I said yes. When it comes the time for the boat to leave then I stayed but they kept that passport until now I have no knowledge of what happened to my first passport. In the boat there was a man between his 60s an oiler who had his son in Miami then he called him to give me a ride home, then he did as my aunt had no way to come and pick me up. After arriving at my aunt’s house they amazed of my arrival, asking me how did I get there the only thing they heard that I had money but I never told anyone how I got my money and where it remains a mystery to my family until my departure to Haiti 10 years later, but at the time I was leaving Haiti people been looking all over for me notably the drug traffickers, they went in Cap-Haitien asking for me, checking the lady that I used to live with asking for me as they need to kill me, that thing create a big panic among my relatives as they knew about that action. Now I’m in the States living with my relatives, I enrolled in Lindsey Hopkins Technical Institute trying to get my GED after taking the tab test I went straight to the GED program due to my extensive knowledge of the English language it was not a difficult task for me to adapt to the US education system. While in the school I started to make friends from various background and country of Origin. Now in my six months I realized that I must try to get my paper as I needed a job badly, at my aunt’s house she been complaining about my action by saying when I was rich in Haiti wasting money up and down she was not the one benefiting from them with me at a certain point it annoys me to a point I begun to start thinking of living in my own for a new comer without paper this could be very hard. I go to school regularly along the way checking for job with classmates and so, my aunt’s friend told me that she had filed asylum then she referred me to the person that filed her paper to INS then I consult the person I don’t recall of the amount needed to fill the paper works along with money order to be sent to INS then I called my uncle in Haiti as I left about $ 2500.00 US dollar behind during my departure and he sent the money to me via a relative. I used that fund to fill my INS asylum document. In the United States at the time that I was filing my status the government does not really give paper for the sake you are in the country seeking employment but only to asylum seekers, so the document preparer then told me how to get my papers we work together in staging false information in building the asylum case. In my first interview the inspector did not grant me asylum but sent me to a judge instead, the government prosecutor asks for proof at the hearing that I must prove I was in the United States since 1994 as I stated in my asylum case which I could not prove but there was a waiver the judge allow me to fill my status on prima faces after a certain period. President Bill Clinton approves the Haitian Fairness act Harifa, I was eligible to fill but due resources and problems I could not fill the time passed away. At the time of the bill there was a cousin of my aunt’s husband who was an immigrant of the same status as I was living in the same house, at the church he worshiped there were a couple of Haitian farmers working in Homestead, they told him about the vegetable picking job you do not really need papers to go there, then both of us went to farm we worked as everyone but not that quick, they pay $ 7 for every bin of bean picking I had 5 bins during the day so I made $35 for that day it was a great day for me as someday I really needed money I could not have. After arriving at the house at night my companion at the house was complaining about the long transit he was tired as he vomited during the trip, he gave me the number of the contractor who picked us up to inform her that he will no longer go, to a point both of us leave in the same house I feel like I will be alone if I go by myself to the farm then I decided to quick as well. My companion gave me the phone number to call and inform the contractor of our decision, when I called there was a lady answered the phone by the name of Carline, I asked for the contractor the contractor then she said I’m her daughter who is asking for her I said that I’m a newcomer to the farm then she said are you one of the two guys who went to work to the farm today I said yes, she said well my mom was just talking about you guys the way you were all dressed up she did not think that you are coming again and it was true. At that time I told her the reason why we choose not to go and she understood but during the conversation, she sounded very interesting to me we had a good conversation over the phone in Creole which change to French over time she also was satisfied of my expression over the phone and we decided to meet, she invited me to church on Sunday then we go. At that time I was lonely as any sinner who is not fulfill with the Holy Spirit will feel, I was eager to meet her with one thing in mind she is going be my girlfriend. On Sunday we went to church after church we went to lunch at Ihop we had a good day talking, she is a brilliant person with a bachelor degree even thou I ‘m a just come with my good understanding enough for me to overcome any personality that came along. After a month we fall in love, she told me she was divorced to her first marriage it was not a problem for me as I did not the words which is God, after 3 months she proposed me to move with her during that time I was working with an uncle of a classmate as helper of a refrigeration business. The decision of moving out of my aunt’s house was already boiling in my head and I found a girlfriend proposing me to move together for an unsanctified person is like winning the lottery then we moved together and we went to the courthouse in Miami and get married then I was her second husband marrying committing adultery as re-marrying in divorce should not be in Christian agenda. During our times together it was a quarrel all the time, we could not agree on the simplest thing, now I understand why but during the marriage I could not understand why, we were church members leaving Baptist church attending Jehovah witness assembly thing started to get worsen. The time passed I never send my paper to INS then I remain asylum seeker with work permit that I renew each year sometimes INS delayed the delivery of the permit which resulted difficult moment sometimes came as expected. We spend a good two years together arguing for no reason fighting, calling the police in numerous occasion by both of us we had no control of our relationship now I could understand why. In January 2000 I found a job in the city of North Miami Beach as a maintenance worker she encouraged me to apply for the job as there is great benefit for government employee, I had the job, we bought an apartment in North Miami Beach now I have a secured job, but in my sixth month one day a good friend of mine a long time employee at the city we went on launch and stay 30 minutes over the brake time my supervisor at that time was calling on the radio asking for me, but I had no radio on me at that time as I was not the driver during that day. When I returned to the facility she referred me to the Operation Manager at City Hall the Operation Manager told me that it was unacceptable for me to do such thing I had two options to be fired or resign based on the condition proposed by the Operation Manager I choose resignation. Arriving at the house my wife was not so happy at all to hear such things she said now you are going to tell me what is going to happen it was like the end of the world, after a good 3 months without a job my wife started to talk as I can see she is a good looking girl with no problem of finding a man if I think she will come and take care of a man at the house. It was a difficult moment for me I recently have a 1986 Honda accord that I bought from that same friend from the City of North Miami Beach He was in the process of moving to Washington a friend of mine paid for the car for me, now I decided to move out for good as I did not like the way I was living in dispute all the time it was not what I wish for my life. When I start loading my Honda in the parking lot, she realized that I’m living for good then she start fighting; she went downstairs slashed my 4 tires with a knife making them un-repairable then I called the police the police showed up stating the damages they filled their paper work handcuff her and handed me the paper to sign but I did not sign it I refused to press charges then the Cop said if I did not want to press charges why did I called them up for? I said nothing I called a friend of mine who till now remain very supportive to me to come give me a ride to my aunt’s house he came while in the car I cried as he accompanied his wife and I was separating with mine it was a difficult moment for me I said it was not what I wished for but I had no choice. Arriving at my aunt’s house I towed my car there as well then I start looking for job, I sold my car to a classmate who later become my business partner with the money of my car I made my CDL commercial driver license I pass the tests then I have more chances for job, I found a job with company in Georgia at that time installing fiber optic cable in the along Florida, Atlanta and neighboring States. As a truck driver I drove a dump truck hauling a backhoe on a trailer in its back, it was a good job with perdiem, staying away from home, good salary and bonuses, while working there was a miss understanding between us and the superintendent for some reason then I was one of the employees laid off, but during my stay in Jacksonville in a hotel paid by the company I told my aunt to send my mails via US Postal Services for me but she gave them to my wife instead who remain good friend of my aunt and suddenly she showed off at the Hotel, I was pissed I called the police at the Hotel for her as I told her to stay away from me the police showed up they say she is my wife and there were no major danger or so on but as I was living the job anyway in the next morning we boarded a greyhound bus together back to Miami. I told her that action is not enough to take me back with her, for a long time since of my existence when I said I’m up to something I will stick to it{ I become to learn that is an heritage from my heavenly father always keep his promise I had that sense on me}. As I get in Miami I gave her some money go to my aunt’s house then send her home. I asked her for a divorce she refuse then I stay away from her as her interventions were sometimes very ghastly. From time to time changing jobs I become a jack of all trade then I found a job at a local pharmacy delivering medications to patients at home, the pharmacy was one of the 3 main contractors at Jackson Hospital providing IV Therapy and related pharmacy services to Jackson patients and overtime I become a rep marketing and selling the pharmacy services throughout the South Florida vicinity. It was a good job that I liked a lot it was also my path to professional occupation, in that position I started to get my sense of marketing and selling. I get involve in numerous organizations like South Florida Aids Network, Hospice Care of South East Florida representing the pharmacy and on volunteering. Along the way the pharmacy started to have trouble it has been sold to another corporation. With my experience I was a consultant providing the same service to a number of pharmacies in South Florida but at the same times I started to have a different lifestyle where during my times in the States I did not use to have like being a macho man, having two girlfriends at the same times and so on due to the fact that my job function requires me to dress up very nice with tie as I frequent my target customers I have a new trend of dressing with expensive clothes, ties and shoes to a point I can spend all I have just nice which is wrong. During those times I no longer live by my aunt’s house but I rent a room which is enough for me, one day as I was traveling on I-95 North I noticed my wife van parked along side the express way, it was not pleasant for me to see that I went to her mother’s house getting her number to ask her what’s going on then she inform me that things are not looking good for her, she almost loose the apartment which was only $235 per month plus maintenance it was a heartbreaking for me then I said ok then I realized the situation that you confronting therefore I’m moving back to the house helping you to solve the matter and later one if you change your behavior we will remarry as we were already divorced due to the fact that she was attending Atlantic International University they did not want to give her financial aid because of me, she had no option to have a dissolution of the marriage. I move back to the house with her paying some of the debt taking her to school every morning and picking her up the flexibility of my job allowed me to do all things Glory to God after a couple of months she said that as a Christian she is she cannot live in that situation with me in the house we must remarry each other, I told her if I see a change of your behavior I will do just that but I do not see that in you therefore I’m not willing to do that. She was not happy about my replying she moved out of the house to her mom’s house and I said when we were getting divorced I choose not to have anything from the house but this time you will sale the house and give me my part and she sale the house and gave me about $ 2000.00 I rented me another room along the North Miami area. My families were not happy about the game that I was playing around but even I had no self control of my self due to the miss communication to our heavenly father. While working at the pharmacy my boss who later on become business partner and co-workers often joking about my dramas with my ex wife. At my job I dated a co-worker who was a pharmacist, very religious she attended first Baptist Church of Fort-Lauderdale then I enrolled in the church as a member start worshipping with her right now I don’t understand who can someone be sexually active illegally in the face of the Lord and worshipping him it was a complete victory for Satan. The relationship did not stay for long as the pharmacy was on the merge with another corporation we separated, but in numerous occasions I attended First Baptist Church of Fort-Lauderdale. While living sinfully in the eyes of the Lord sleeping with anyone I wish I was multiplying sins over un-washing sins that I had since I was in Haiti, one day I called a friend of mine who used to work at the pharmacy with me but a lady voice came one but I could not believe someone can have his number as the number did not go to recycling process, as macho man I was I wanted to meet the person then it was Marie she was a new comer to the US and I know that was an easy catch for me, we met and we become lovers at that time I was trying to revive my first corporation Echo Communications, LLC a full service advertising agency that I create after leaving the Haitian Television Network of America from there I had a good friend to whom I shared an apartment, later one things get tough my work paper did not renew on time and I have to find a way of paying my bills it was my recession time. I created various companies leaving to the extent I can tackle some bills, my then girlfriend is a new comer did not drive neither knowing much about immigrant lifestyle in the States so I figure it was job to assist her in those areas, I pledged to take her work always until she can do it herself. I must tell you Marie have extensive knowledge of voodoo, once converted to Adventist later one returned to voodoo practices, as I was living sinfully I had no remorse of engaging myself in any devilish activity, but I always know that is not the way. I must tell you in numerous occasions while sleeping with Marie she had a metallic chaplet all the time I panted in my sleep as I feel the temperature of the chaplet in the lower right part off my belly, I asked her if she always do that on purpose she decline to comment. While studying and observing different factors in life one aspect that I like is studying human behavior which some people call sometimes profiling which could be disastrous when leading by Satan. I must tell you during my professional occupation era I felt in love with WLRN 91.3 FM the local station that aired NPR’s programming I only turn to other station or cd’s when I want to loose a little, I was angry for education and knowledge everyday I want to learn new things and I found that the first Jew generation educated themselves throughout libraries and so on I knew I could do the same as College for me was not an option due to my inegibility. With Marie, I confront some difficult moments as I stood to my words problem got worsen; we shared a room at an apartment in North East Miami. I had hope with my experiences and willingness God will show a way, it’s because of that hope I persisted open company after company and learning more about the trade of entrepreneurship. Marie managed to have her driver license then one day I co-signed a car at Benji’s auto sale on the Eastern side of the city of Hialleah the same day Marie just drive the car out side the dealership, 15 minutes later as we approached my aunt’s house she drove the car to a house and crash it I cannot believe we left the main road why one block of our final destination the car crash ok Police came insurance take the responsibility to fix the car. I must tell you along that time I had another girlfriend in the same apartment complex where Marie lived, she was an immigrant from Honduras we met while she had trouble with her car then I went to help her out, as innocent she looked and polite we develop a friendship, we get involved, she told me that she had problem with her husband as he was abusing her in the marriage they separated. At that time I was sexually active with two women at the same time without a way of changing the situation. The car is being fixed at the body shop the insurance company provided rental car, with my connection I found an old friend with a man at a barbershop working for TNH Television National D’Haiti I told him who I’m about my business and what I used to do in the past I had relationship with TNH as Echo Communications was the company contracting to sale permit to tv station to air the Fifa 2006 World Cup qualifying game featuring Haiti and Jamaica. I told him also my desire of launching an internet service provider business in Haiti in which the only thing that I needed was a T1 line from Teleco the body controlling telecommunication services in Haiti. The TNH reporter told me he had a friend who can work with me in my project as himself is working toward launching his TV and Radio station. He connect me wit the friend in Haiti then the Haitian entrepreneur told me that with his relationship he can help me in getting the T1 line that I want, at the time I was reselling long distance calling services buying minutes from ANEWBROADBAND wholesale via Ani management or calling card type. Due to problems of the corporation we discontinue that practice, at that time I found myself in another relationship with another woman next door to client of mine who used to do my printing needs, Marie and I had problems as the situation were very difficult I get discouraged in the relationship, then I moved with that woman who was also an entrepreneur running a beauty salon in North Miami. She was very active in Tabernacle of Glory in North Miami, she was working toward cleaning her act to the Lord , she get baptized she told me take a look at yourself you are very intelligent why do you thing you cannot succeed in anything you do, that statement was true then she took me to her church then I enrolled as a member as I was never baptized she encouraged me to get baptized I did so and get baptized during that time I was living in the house with her as boyfriend and girlfriend sexually active. At one point she said we could not live in that situation as she is raising children we must get married, then we went to the courthouse to apply for a marriage license, when getting to the location they found that she was divorced from her previous marriage but never change her name to the registry therefore they cannot grant her a marriage license until she legally re obtain her maiden name. While living with her in numerous occasion Marie call me to inform me about her difficulty to get to work therefore I took that woman’s vehicle to take Marie to work in which she found very insulting to carry another woman in her vehicle, at one time I could not take the pressure I decided to move out again at the house I went back to Marie’s apartment and at that time I separated with my church where I got baptized. The entrepreneur in Haiti gave me a list of equipments that he needed to launch his TV station in Haiti I told him I will help him in finding the equipments without charge in return to facilitate the T1 via Teleco and I’m willing to offer him partnership in the deal he agreed then the conversation continue, I contacted numerous company they sent me different quotes and I forwarded them to him
Along the way Marie’s sister found her an apartment I sign it in west Pembroke Pines, we went to apply for the apartment we did not qualify, for some reason Marie’s sister get us approve for the apartment then we moved in while moving in the house, but couple of months before moving in the apartment the Honduran girl had called me to inform me that she is pregnant I said ok and that notice was the wake up call for me I started to realized that I have been playing with my life so much now I’m about to father a baby I cannot stay in that situation I must change my life and raise my baby so I was about abandon everyone to move in with my baby mother and raise my baby. The entrepreneur in the meantime in Haiti told me that there is a person in Texas who is supposed to wire me some money make arrangement with him in order to get the equipments for him I did that after two weeks he sent $4000.00 the total for the equipment was about $16,000.00 with the initial I ordered the equipments with a company in Pennsylvania one week after receiving the money after fixing the brand new car that I bought after the crash I was driving the vehicle trying to make a sale for a credit card processing company that I was an independent agent for I ran the car in a puddle of water I did not know if the water was so deep the car immerse in the water did not start it was a 2005 Toyota Camry then I called the insurance company they told me that they will come and take care of the vehicle I realized there were so many claims as in Florida heavy rain means disaster for insurance companies. I had no money for deductible expect the cash to pay for the equipment. Thing were difficult for me every where I turn is troublesome I started to think from my past to present I realized there is no way things can get that bad for me like that it’s impossible because God always take good care of me, assist me in difficult time why now he is not helping me. The Hondurian girl is pregnant with complications, I do not really have a steady income from my business as things were not really solid at that time, the insurance company told me to rent the car from my resources they will reimburse me, and I had the cash for the client I used it but later one things do not come as planned. After all I moved in with Marie but I started to tell her that I’m planning in calling off the relationship, she was very calm observing the situation, it was difficult for her two children were also admitting to the States base on Marie asylum case. Lidia the Hondurian girl now is complaining that I must take responsibility of a man to be there for in those difficult moments, my head was spinning from pressures, but along that time I was trying different avenues to change my financial situation, I get my taxi permit with the Broward County driving a taxi is a very lucrative profession but at the time I got my permit its like the trend was not welcoming me as the taxi business was on the merge of dying during Christmas 2006 business was slow. After receiving the remaining fund from a person in Canada about $ 10,000.00, the entrepreneur introduced me of a person living in the Florida taking charge of the matter for him so I gave him the first $4,000.00 to get the initial equipment to launch the TV station. After spending money in fixing the car I get to a point where I cannot pay for the car, the finance company towed the car, my credit get worsen, I must get a vehicle to get around things were tough. I managed to work at night as a taxi driver but with the slow in the business drivers started to look for other alternatives. At that time I re started my long distance business under a company I incorporated with Lidia we got a loan from Accion a Non profit organization in Miami with that we started buying from an AT&T reseller called TMTELCOM things were great I sale a good chunk of minutes but as calling card was a booming business I wanted to get involve in the calling card business, I found a partner who invested in the business about $1500.00 in the business he promises he can allocate the $7000.00 needed to print the calling card but along the way nothing fulfill, we went to the bank taking information but nothing were solid as discussed, meaning I was still in the jam. As Lidia case get worse there was risk for the baby during the pregnancy and so on the doctors suggest that we remove the infant from her by a process called c-section. As things were tough but during that time I realized there were numerous vehicle following me everywhere I go, vehicle that appear to be government official or people with solid character it was not the first time that I spotted the problem. Then at the beginning of the year 2007 I noticed the problem was getting worse, I started to study the pattern of the problems for example I had a Comcast account every time I’m home my internet is down and I do not know why and I need the internet to log on and make sales my platform but when I’m outside calling in to put minutes for people the internet works fine. I get frustrated calling Comcast at times getting angry over the problem, persecution were all over then I know above all the government shall know about that situation then on May 2007 I wrote to The ACLU, NAACP some member of congress and Tavis Smiley as a prominent black journalist. The reason I did that is because I felt like there were a plot or sort against me even while doing taxi they were monitoring me and I have no knowledge of anyone who can be on protective custody without its consent therefore I seek some help. Before one month prior sending the letter I send email firstly to the FBI I get no response then I sent the mails below is a copy of my message.
Philippe Francois
9369 Sheridan Street
914
Cooper City, FL 33024
Confidential
Dear Honorable: Debbie Wasserman Schultz
Friday, May 11 2007
10:12 PM
Attention:
Dear Honorable Debbie Wasserman Schultz
118 Cannon
Washington D.C. 20515
202-225-7931
I’m writing this letter to inform you about a monstrous operation against me. It has been a while since the beginning of the year 2007 there are been numerous Canadian vehicles following me. I have never lived in Canada and the only relation I have in Canada is with a person that was suppose to send me a wire for some business with an associates of mine by the name of Roni Colin in Haiti.
The way the activities been taking place I realized I need to contact the bureau, I went on the local FBI site I sent an inquiry regarding this matter I have never get no response from the bureau.
I’m a Haitian immigrant I drive a taxi cab part time, been living in the States for about a decade now, I love the United States of America and proud to be part of the American Society. I don’t want to be black mailed nor scapegoat of any kind of things I do not do and associate with. In numerous occasion I stop on hotel at the airport to load customers, they be coming as passenger and requesting short trip as it will take me 3 hours to reload again.
I have about 30 to 40 vehicles following me all over the Broward County, Miami Dade County every where I go they follow me at one point I almost have an accident. I contacted the Pembroke Pines, police department they refer me to the Broward Sheriff Office and been told that the fact they do not harass me or talk to me it’s not a crime. And again I contacted the Fort Lauderdale Police Office they say the same thing.
I’m actually using a kinko’s to write this letter as the internet at my house is not working every time I step in my front door the service is down and I’m paying for it. I own a long distance platform where I sell long distance minute under the company PHILIPPE & ASSOCIATES, LLC I buy the minute wholesale from AT& T and resale for a profit on the 10th of April the service was down completely, when I contacted my vendor they told me there was an attack on their server intruding my account.
I’m actually at the Kinko’s office there are about 10 people here inside Kinko’s monitoring me talking on the phone; Some of them are very young I don’t know what to do. I believe if I’ve done something they will come with a warrant and say I do this and take me to jail but if I’ve done nothing there is no need to make my life miserable like that. I’m crying every time I think of that and only God is holding me from loosing my mind. I’m not asking you to take action but to monitor what’s going on as this contry is a land of law and principle.
Thank you for your support,
Sincerely,
Philippe Francois
10020 Sheridan Street
APT 204
Pembroke Pines, FL 33024 I can be contacted at this address until the 17th of this month my permanent point of contact is.
9369 Sheridan Street
914
Cooper City, FL 33024
cc: Dear Honorable Senator Bill Nelson
Washington D.C.
United States Senate
716 Senate Hart Office Building
Washington, D.C. 20510
cc: Dear Honorable Congressman Kendrick B. Meek
1039 Long worth House Office Building
Washington, D.C. 20515
cc: NAACP NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS
4805 MT. Hope Drive
Baltimore, MD 21215
cc: Tavis Smiley Talk Show
3870 Crenshaw Blvd
Suite 391
Los Angeles, CA 90008
cc: Anthony D. Romeo
America Civil Liberties Union
125 Broad Street, 18th floor
New-York, NY 10004-2400
As I get no quick response from my correspondent I called the government of Accountability Office trying to get to the Inspector General they told me that they cannot involve. One day as I barrow the car of a friend of Mary I notice someone came out of the car in the parking lot in Pembroke Pines I called the police the officer told me if I have anyone in my country doing voodoo behind me, I was saying how could an officer could probability came across such thing. Then I receive a later from the ACLU as I was a member of that organization, for a long time I have been an admirer of public policy and human right, the only person from the law maker who contacted me back was the Senator Bill Nelson telling me that he was looking over the matter. Baby Alina was already one month born at that time, and I was overwhelm with problems, in June I was evicted at the apartment in Pembroke Pines therefore I had to rent Hotel room to stay with Marie and her two children and using the taxi I had at that time as way of transportation, we move from hotel to hotel spending money that she makes from her job one day while staying at the Days Inn in Broward I could notice like people were staying on post by the hotel like vigilante one night I felt like a bunch of flying things or unusual objects or some sort of discomfort in me but Marie and her two children were in the room they fill their mouth with air like they were resisting inhaling the air in the hotel room I was saying what was going on, I started to fear even more and by looking at the vigilantes character it has changed to people with weird looking personality like people coming from the invisible word which I did not know of but that is the way I could describe them. I rented an U-haul truck parked our belonging on it the battery died in it, finally I told Marie you must do something as the pressure is coming to much and I hate to see her suffer or anyone I know period. I helped her to the best I could until she emerged to a friend’s house and I went to Lidia’s house as I started to visit her at the hospital the baby was very small, she had an open heart surgery, she was born on her six months none of the doctor taught she would’ve made it, But God is great. While the baby at Jackson Memorial Hospital it became an incident where her hip get dislocated in her 2 legs fracture to the bones and the hospital could not comment on that matter. She was my wake up call to start thinking about my future and the devil has its plan on her, Lidia and I were angry at that matter we contacted a lawyer in Fort Lauderdale by the name of Adam Franzen, he contacted Jackson to send over the document we sign the agreement allowing the lower to act on our behalf but along the way Lidia told me that she was letting go the case has the most important thing for her was the baby then I said fine. While I was driving a cab still at Broward County, I decided to inform the local paper Miami Herald regarding that matter, I contacted an investigative reporter listed on their website I do not remember his name and the email address which I used passociatesconsulting@hotmail.com is lock down due to the molestation I selected a difficult password then could not retrieve it any more, while contacting the investigative reporter at Miami Herald I forwarded him a copy of the letter above sent to some member of congress, but the reporter did not give me a solid answer one day I decided to meet with the investigative reporter surprisingly. I went early on the morning around 7 to 8:00 AM in a way I would catch him before office, when checking at the lobby with the security guard he paged the reporter on his extension he was not at the office but it was the time all Miami Herald employees are showing up for work and I notice some of the faces of the employees entering the building are from the convoy following me sometimes all of the sudden Commissioner Arthur Teele came on my mind when he shot himself in the lobby of the Herald after they published stories about him on papers, I had to go to the US Secret service on that day as well I used the Miami Herald phone at the lobby and ring the Secret Service informing them that I will be coming to the office to report someone of African Origin that I knew who were dealing some monkey businesses of the Secret Service concern then I toke off, I met with the Agent made the report couple of month later the person was arrested, I found that out by googleling him up. Later on the day after recalling some faces of the Miami Herald employees I forwarded copies of my communications to reporters at New-York Times, MSNBC and CNN. I knew that there was a lot of shadowy secret on my life as I was on the look for protection from God and the authority where I lived I must begind to shed some light about myself, therefore on November 28th 2007 I decided to go to the DEA office and made a report, as I checked at the gate at Doral I told the security officers that I would like to meet with an Agent, then they told me to wait outside I sat there for almost 2 hours then two black males showed up riding Benz, they parked their vehicle outside the DEA parking lot not inside and also they on a note book as they enter the compound with me, which gave me a sign that they do not belong to the Agency then I told them about the Cocaine heist that I was involved and they told me that I was at the wrong location they cannot help me and further more they asked me if I was never involved in drug trafficking in the US then I said yes once, because on my recession time I was not working I was trying to pass a kilo for a friend trying to make some money at that time I had the kilo in my possession then they told me they cannot help me, so I stood up and live, but while sitting on the bus stop waiting for a bus to go home I saw a lady sitting on her car on the Eastern side of the building looking at me thinking hardly, but anyway God knows everything. In December 2007 as the convoy following me diminish, I went to the local FBI office asking to see president Bush, YES, I did when I showed up I ask for an Agent they took my ID and seated me on a couch, there was a gentleman came up after me but went to talk to the Agent before me. When the Agent called me he had already a list of questions handy, one of them he ask if I spoke to the Secret Service then I said no I miss understood the question I must tell you the Agent tell me to follow him he went to his office and let me behind without telling me a word.
In December 2007 as I was working in Broward around 2 o’clock in the morning there was foggy climate impacting the visibility in South Florida at that time you can barely see as I was talking to some driver about my pass I begin to tell people on how I get to where I’m and so I was curious about certain people of my surrounding to the past as all of them led to one source the Haitian Government. That night I felt like bugs getting inside my skull and hurt in some point I was saying what’s going on, now I’m thinking back about why I do not go back to church and seek the Lord. But before that incident back in September 2007 I was doing taxi, there was no business in the street I felt sleepy, tired and went back to Lidia house as baby Alina at that time were still hospitalized in incubator, I fall asleep in the couch and suddenly woke up and I felt something in my mouth, when I go to the bathroom it was blood clot fill my mouth I spit it out wash my mouth its like there was practical of bones in it. I called Lidia asking her if she is the one doing that action she said no then I said ok, I slept until 6 o’clock and went back to work.
As the taxi business is getting worse I started to look for other alternatives, It was difficult to come up with payment for the taxi that I’m driving and my work permit was already expired. I gave up on the taxi , and I started to get back to church I went back I called my pastor I explain to him the situation and how I get to the States and what I think probably could be a reason of my persecution, I begun to tell everyone what was a mystery for me since 1998 I used to tell friends that I had money in the bank, telling relatives that I have house that I bought, and lands all of those were lies given to people now I understand the reason why the devil was looking to erase me once for all. As I went back to church in 2008 while coming from a job I had in 48 street and 39 Avenue in Miami while commuting in the bus there was a white man with long white hair and white beard with short pants and a T-shirt boarding the bus sitting right across me reading a book and trying to get my attention every time he look at me he lower down his head over the book meaning look at the name of book and I took a pen and write the name of the which was Genesis and the Big Bang a scientific book talking about God meta physic I try putting money on my prepaid credit card and buy the book at Amazon.com. Overtime I had let go in the Garage has business started to be down then I went back to the house while in the house of my aunt as Lidia had kicked me out of her house because she could not tolerate me to a point, getting mad at the situation to an extent I was the one responsible for the baby’s problem and so.
I go to church regularly now and bible study, I realize that there was a mix feeling in the church among certain members toward me as I get enough problems out there in life I did not think I could be persecuted evening church. While staying over my aunt’s house, over there they only listen to WLQY radio 1320 a station aired only Haitian programming, while at the house listening to the radio often there was a noise came on the air very disturbing to my spirit to a point I could not stand it and I could describe the noise as on NPR WLRN there was a show called RADIO LAB it is a scientific show at times aired the communication of inside the brain of a rat its like a frying thing or coding messages but the one at NPR was not disturbing to me it only was similar to the one aired at WLRN.
While staying at my Aunt’s house listening to the radio a regular businessman had a show on the station promoting his business and said anyone who wish to work he was willing to collaborate with him then I took the number and called we had an appointment then he accept me, He had a security school and authorize to provide security services which he never done I propose him to make a new corporation give me part of ownership of that corporation and I will market the security company services and get contract he incorporated the company as I told him, he apply for the investigating license and so. I did the complete task of structuring the foundation of the corporation in registering with local and federal agencies and making the company ready to contract. In the meantime at my church there were a wave of activities my pastor was preparing for his up coming book called Jezabel is unveil, the pastor had over 3 weeks of revival activities prior to the launching of the book. While sleeping at my aunt’s house in numerous occasion at night I felt like my right foot is being hot like a hot substance has been falling on me but only when I sleep at night, I could not understand it but I go to church try my best but to a point I became helpless in praying and staying connected as I could not handle a good prayer but I feel like I need God badly in my life. One day the ACLU Broward chapter had a conference on religion, there were member from various sector or organization but as there where a couple persons invited to the debate that were saying there is no God which I found to be sturdy but I remain calm and observe them after the debate I spent some time on the street taking care of certain things and go to church at that time while at the church praying, asking God for forgiveness I felt there was a cold liquid being poured over my head like I was being anointed but I could not see no-one near me, after the service I went home as there was nobody at the house at that time, while standing outside waiting for my relatives I feel the same thing over my head again this time abundantly its like some one were pouring it all over my head I believe in God and I remain calm. Later on my relative came, and I went inside, prepare myself and go to sleep the same phenomenon again the hot substance being poured over my right foot after that I become to feel like I could not stand the house around 4 o’clock in the morning I left my aunt’s house and start walking in the street , going to an old friend I knew when he was director to a neighborhood Jakson Memorial Hospital clinic he is a pastor also Called Harold Vieux he was the South Florida liason of the Faith Base Innitiative program launch by the white house. It took me some weeks everytime my uncle gets in the house after that I could not stay I felt uncomfortable in my skin or state of being after that I went to Beraca church led by Pastor Gonel Joseph inform him about the situation the he let me sleep in a room in the church, from there I was very calm and so, I slept there for a good two weeks but I never told my pastor about those problems. By reading the book called Genesis and the Big Bang there is something that got my attention a lot which is quantum wavelength it explains a possible way that God uses to communicate with us Human Being. As the weeks of revival were launching at Tabernacle of Glory led by pastor Gregory Toussaint, the pastor were teaching a lot of things but the last day of the revival was schedule to finish in Port au Prince, HAITI. I scheduled an appointment with INS back in January 2009 the INS agent told me that my case gave her no major information which I could understand because I had a lawyer who filed a freedom of information act on my behalf INS took almost 2 years before sending that information over and the information was not even visible so I saw what could probably be the problem. She said also if I decided to go to Haiti I would not be able to re enter the United States after 10 (ten) years I said ok then she said even I’m undocumented no body will arrest me in the street neither which was true as I was working in the garage back in December ICE AGENT showed up there and pick up a young Haitian who was working there because he was incarcerate for murder, they sent him to Haiti but the Agents told me nothing and I was seating outside eating my Cuban sandwich. As the attacks had different nature, one Sunday I visited a church in the North- Western side of Miami called Casa Sobre Roca it’s Spanish assembly an ex co-worker invited me there has been some great activities by a Pastor called Dante Gabel I wanted to him then I went while there also I was anointed I did not see by whom but I could feel the cold stuff spreading on my head. During that same week of revival of Jezabel is unveil, while at the church I could feel certain abnormalities on my spirit and body as I weighed 350 lbs now I’m a 175 pounder. One day I was seating on a couch in the house my aunt’s step father laid at another one in the Florida room, as I sat with my arms open I felt like some cramps or things on both arms to a point I could not move them they were so heavy, while that moment there was numerous thunder in the sky loudly and all of the sudden one lighter strikes the transformer on a pole located about 15 feet from where I sat, now I understand God was fighting on my behalf. In the evening as I get at Tabernacle of Glory, when the Pastor was preaching telling us to lift up our hands I could not, I feel no cramps at that time but I could not lift my hands for even one minute I was saying what’s going on, and furthermore as I was praying trying to move myself as I usually look like a spy in church its just how bad I was spiritually. While the adoration was great I felt like there was at fire burning my left palm foot, very hot and I was trying to hold on and later on I could feel something like power or such coming from my feet and goes up vroom like a star war sound effect and suddenly the assembly in the church applauded and scream wayyyyyyy! And I could look at the face of brother Kent at that time smile with a gesture of success only them and God knows what they see or scream at. During the weeks of revival usually the service finish around 10 PM but my aunt told me that she would not accept me coming that late at the house as I did not have a key she has to open for me then I knew that I needed prayer more than a place to sleep I decided to sleep at my office at 90 NE 54 Street where I partnered with Top the owner of that location in Top Security Services, Inc the security services that we incorporated in the State of Florida, while laying down on 3 chairs on front of my desk my computer was playing a CD of Don Moen that CD edify my soul and I was crazy for Heal me oh Lord when I hear that song I feel great and forget all the problems. During that night listening to that CD I felt the same event in my both hands then I was singing as well all of the sudden I get distracted and the song that came in my mouth was the song of the voodoo priest when he was calling the devil 14 years ago I was saying what’s going on to myself, while laying on the chairs face down I felt like there was someone on my back by my heart position doing something for about 3 to 5 minutes I never stood my head or try to look at what was happening, when the supernatural element finished its action I could hear his sound VROOOOM again the same sound that I heard in the church going by the window, in my mind I said ok. The next morning I woke up, but there was a Daniel fast at the church where anyone participating only eat fruits and vegetable I did not start the fast at the time I did not resources to buy the selected meal for the fast but I said when I have money I will do it anyway. I had borrowed $1000.00 from my business partner to buy a car but could not find a car of that price, as I had an habit when doing business I always try to have a back up plan if in case therefore I incorporated OMEGA COMMUNICATIONS GROUP, LLC in the State of Florida and I was the sole member partner of that corporation, I bought a credit profile for that business with Dun & Bradstreet they provide me the number but never collect the fund. I used some of the money from the thousand dollar t do my fast, after the supernatural event I begin to start feeling some irregularity in my heart like cramps or sometimes there is no pulsation meaning no heart beat I was scarred due to many events happening in my life without their basic understanding I check myself at Jackson Hospital the next day I felt bad during that day arriving at the hospital at night I sat in the Emergency room while sitting there I felt an earth shake like then a super natural element came to surface with the same VROOOM sound and slap me on my right cheek, but the hand was like a spongy type, like there is no bones on it, but I did not see no one in front of me I remain calm. I check at the hospital for almost 10 times in one month. On March 24 while laying on the same couch I felt no heartbeat I call 911 ambulance showed up at that time I felt some belly ach as well but along the way the belly ach went away, I could notice that night most of the hospitals were overflowing with patients and as I was crazy about my Lord I was the chaplain of the hospital that night praying for everyone getting or exiting the building even highway patrol officers get prayers with some I laid my hands on top of their head, some hold hand with me some of them I hold my hand where they told me they feel their illness. When I see the doctor he told me to lay down on my left side then He came and flush something on my rectum telling me for constipation but in reality I did not go for constipation. Its like I heard a sound in the vessel that was capturing the water coming from my rectum, then he prescribe me Anusol suppository. Arriving at my office later on, I went to the Walgreens on 54 Street to buy the medication and I could not see it as the pharmacist came to assist me getting the medication for me in the shelf I felt like there was a lot of substance entering my body a supernatural event I could not see but I felt it at that time I started to feel worst to a point around mid- day I went on the parking lot praying to the Sun during that time I felt like there was something in the back of my neck, but I’m still praying God. In my church the people that were preparing to go to Haiti met a week before attending the committee instruction and so, everyone was testifying from their sins, but I had so much fear of doing so or even speak to ask for prayer and I consider myself as the dirtier person in the assembly, then Pastor Gregory Toussaint and some of the people going to Haiti left for Haiti, I have been looking everywhere for prayer every church I go I must find me someone to pray with me, I went along North Miami Beach by the Jewish neighborhood looking for Rabi to pray for me, I went to the Jewish school on Miami Gardens the Rabi told me to go preach the passer by in the corner near by. Then I went back home as I get to the house my aunt husband told me that I’m crazy walking all over the city that He is about to call my uncle in Haiti to come take custody of me taking me to Haiti, I knew that I’m not crazy at that time Dun & Bradstreet had release the fund on my credit card, I took on pair of shoe, one pair of jeans, one Suit, socks and a pair of underwear then I said to my aunt that I’m leaving for Haiti. My aunt’s house was the only place where I can stay and after realizing when I had filled my asylum case it was false testimony that I gave, which is illegal to lie to a judge then if I’m finding God I must go back home with God with full confidence God will deliver me. But during the preparation the Pastor had said they spoke with the Haitian president, the US Embassy, Haitian Minister, Lawmakers and leader from the Baptist Convention of Haiti. They say that they were going to stay at le Palace Hotel formerly Holiday Inn so arriving at the airport I felt like I need some security as people were looking to kill me I paid a police officer $30 us dollar at the airport to drop me at the hotel where my brothers and sisters where staying, when I get there they call me on the committee They inform me due to the fact that I came by myself I was on my own not with them I was not allowed to speak with them ride with them nor even consider myself as Tabernacle of Glory member. I said ok, then I paid for one night I ran out of money then I went speak with a leader as they kept the pastor away from my reach then brother Kent ask me if I have anyone living in Port au Prince I said no the He gave me $ 100 US dollar so I could take an airplane to Cap-Haitien I did not go home because I wanted to see the final day of the revival, the next day I went to see some people I knew for long time but the torment had been harder, I checked at a cheaper hotel but the caricature images at the walls tormented my spirit I had to abandon the hotel, I was still following my 21 days fast, when I realized that I was molested I went to the Haitian Palace trying to meet with the Haitian president to explain to him the situation as he already knew about my church activities in Port au Prince, the guards told me no its impossible to see the president they ask me about my identity I showed them my passport along with my boarding pass then they say go to the commissariat the police compound, arriving there the police officers interviewed me talking to me about my situation but I did not mention my past with them they could see that I’m tormented but they say that the way I speak they can see that I’m not crazy. I could not close my eyes I was unable to sleep, and there were a lot of people with bag gages in their hands that irritated my body and spirit at the same times. During the final day of the revival, the Pastor was saying it is the first time we were about to see such things in history like there were 2 women angels ready or sort, but while the adoration and worshipping I felt like there was a sharpen edge like a sword or sort on top of my head ready to get in my skull on my mind I was being sacrificed or something then I said: {Father the battle is mine} all of the sudden I saw the pastor bent down like being disappointed at the end Brother kent said he wishes us good sleep. I went to the hotel for the last time one brother told me is just because the fact that I know that I’m a mover and shaker I know that I could do well in Haiti, that is the reason I came back, then I said its not true, brother Kent then said I’m also from Cap-Haitien here is $100 again I paid $40 us at the same hotel where they stay in but while at night there was a voice talking on my head telling me die for satan, then I grabbed my bible and pray I red psalms but I was scared. The next day I wanted to see a minister of the Hatian Government when I was in Miami we had a conversation over the phone where I wanted to assist President Preval political party with T-shirt during the campaign. I went to his office spending all day in there then he told me to come back in the following day at 8 o’clock in the morning I said fine but in my mind I knew that I would not come back because I was running out of fund. In the afternoon I went to the bus station boarding passenger to Cap-Haitien, I bought my ticket and agreed to sleep in the bus at night , while the bus parked in the Peugot dealership all along that time the persecution was very tense in my spirit, I could hear demoniacs animals crying that make me crazy, I could not stand it then I told the security guard to let me go along the way the Minustah force been patrolling the streets then I told a motocycle taxi to take me to the Minustah headquarter in Petionville after informing of their location, when I get close to the premature the compound of the Prime Minister there was an envoy of Neplalese officer guarding the area then I stayed with them it was dark in the neighborhood and very cold around 2 o’clock I feel like a material the shape of the body of God showing on a TBN documentary when Adam and Eve were in the garden of Eden. The thing gets on my back then one office told me to go and seat on the back of the pick up truck then I pulled the thing out of my back I could feel it shrank a little and some parts fall on one of the officers inside the crew cabin of the pick up truck. The next morning one officer told me is day time go look for a church to pray then I did that, arriving at the church I slept all along the cult service, later I exchange my ticket and board another bus. Arriving in Cap-Haitien, I took another vehicle to Quartier Morin where my grand mother lived. I explained the situation to my grand mother, certain family members were worried about me they think I was dying, but I stood in prayer, since then church has remain my favorite place to be, now the Holy Spirit gets in me deeply I stand testify of my acts against the Lord ask for prayer, but the devil was using different way to persecute me my family. It was not easy my grand mother understood certain thing, but she was a catholic and at some point I believe she had gave her authority of owner of the property, as persecution multiply in me trying to make me loose my mind but Jesus is in me and I’m victorious.
One day I was very tormented, while getting inside the house I felt like someone pulled something on my left side of my head all the sudden I was out of control, I took my bible and look for a church, when I was leaving Quartier Morin, while passing a brother that worship at the same church as me this brother died 4 months later its like I could hear his voice in my mind saying he has Jesus why he did not go to the Minustah and testify, I knew that I had a case in the US and perhaps I needed to go to testify, then I said I will go, going to Cap-Haitien there is no crusade, arriving at Fort Saint Michel at a church called Eglise Baptiste Lumiere there was no service either, then someone told me this church inside had service all night, it was a Pentecostal church then I go, while inside of the church the voice told me in my head that God had lost his power when I see white clouds it is Lucifer, when I see dark clouds its God. They told me that I have more spirit than God, I have God power on me they are coming form me, when the service was over they told me to sleep but I did not stay I fear the house, I walk around 4 o’clock AM went to the Minustah talking to the guard in Spanish telling { Yo tengo Jesus} meaning I have Jesus then the guard said { Estas arrogando en un baso de agua} meaning you are being choke in a glass of water, then I walked away. As I walk along the street I felt like I was dying, went knock at the door of a Car rental place where I used to work for only a month telling the gentleman it’s me Tipa my nick name, he ask me where do I came from I told him from a revival then he open the door for me and open a car for me so I could sleep and the voice still talking in my head. The next morning he ask for a ride for me as I had no money on me to pay for transportation then I go home. During the same month an after noon while I was praying kneeing on front on my bed I saw a strike getting out of my arms and go on a little boy by the age of 11 years old hiding under the table in the living room I asked him what are you doing here he did not answered at that time he was dressing all white very strange. Numerous strange things keep on happening, one day while attending a rehearsal of the choir which I’m a member the voice said, I offer you 5 million dollar to give Jesus I said I will rather let you kill me and turn me to a cow you are not getting what you asking, the voice offer me prime minister, president I know the devil is a liar so I remain in prayer. I had persecution from family member molesting me so I could commit sin but God is with me. I battle hunger which is not new for me because in my youth God was there with me I was in school misery, so that does not bother me much until today I live brothers and sisters, family members and friend sending me remittance from the United States. I want to launch my business it has been a year since I was on the look of fund but could not find anything yet, I wrote a project copying the taxi system in the States making the transformation system in Haiti a good source of revenue, a lawmaker promise me to work on the law making the project alive but I must work with the prime minister on getting the contract but I have no resources to do so. Last month I went to Port au Prince to make some contact relating to the project and also investigate an event similar to what happen to me in Tabernacle of Glory in Miami where in Paillant a neighborhood in the department of Nippes where about 20 people were praying in a house where a supernatural force gets in the house knocking many of them down dying instantly some at the hospital there were some weird stuff on the palm of their foot.
Please I encourage you to talk to people in reading my testimony.
Philippe Francois
74 Lamolleur
Quartier Morin, Haiti
HT-1120
Email : philippeconsulting@gmail.com
Phone : 1-786-471-4108
509-4276-2075
509-4803-3601
