Must Watch in order to understand Belize #1 death Squad

This afternoon my compound in Orange Walk  was burned to the ground , my sources confirm that barrow was livid over the fact that my employees were acquitted of all charges last month and that an investment group was about to purchase the property ( sale was supposed to close over the next few days).  Another source at the US embassy called me to confirm that the fires were not accidental…..

Chanel 5 Belize News

This page is reserved for giving a voice to various social justice causes in Belize.

If you have a relevant issue you would like to see posted, get in contact through the comments section, and we may be able to help by spreading the message

Estelita Romero, Alleges ex (Marco Vidal Head of The GSU) common-law physically abused children

Words from Estelita Romero

“For eight years I was the common law of Mr. Mark Vidal. And we have three children—a ten year old, a nine year old, and a seven year old girl. We’ve been separated for some years now. From the beginning of the separation, the children were living with me then he took them away from me. When we separated, Vidal told me that I could stay in the house for the first month or so because we were renting. Then I would have to find a way to pay my own bills because he would not do it. So, because of that I had no job. I had to look for a job leaving my children in the care of my mother. For the time being that they were with my mother, I was off and on visiting with them; helping my mother financially and he was too. Then I applied for custody and so did he. Then he came up to me and spoke to me and asked me not to show up to the next hearing because it was foolish for us to be fighting over them. So I accepted that. We did not sign anything. I did not show up for the hearing and neither did he. And it worked out for the beginning and the children were living with me. After that, he just came and took them away without saying the reasons why. And since then he took them to live with him and his new wife. And the children constantly complain to me about things they are going through at home—verbal, you know; that they always get lashings, and punishments.

Sometimes they would be locked up for a whole day or for months without having anywhere to go or play. It’s not the first time my daughter had come home with a bruise on her legs or anywhere on her body. But this time the bruise was that big that I decided to report the matter to the police. I went to the police station on the twenty seventh. And since then nothing has been done. The police hasn’t been giving me any feedback. I have been visiting them and trying to find out what is happening and they are not saying anything. It seems to me that they aren’t going to do anything either. Even bring up to me saying that there are cases that are even bigger and that the lashing my daughter got was justifiable of a disciplinary actions that her father took against her. And the reason I come to the media is that I feel justice is not being made for me or my child. So I think that something needs to get done. And if this is what I have to do, I will do it because what is my concern are my children.”

REPORT FROM CHANEL 5 BELIZE

REPORT FROM BELIZE TIMES

Against court – orders Dean Barrow Disburses 12 M from Belize Telemedia to family and friends

A Belizean court ordered Dean Barrow not to disburse 12 million dollars from BTL (Belize Telemedia ) to his family and friends. He did it anyway on Friday Dec 14 2012 at 8:00 AM.

The court is trying to hold the Belizean government in contempt and has ordered the return of the money. Barrow has refused.

NEWS REPORT FROM 7 NEWS

Sam and I began our ungerground oddessey, not on the day after Mr. Faul’s death, but on Monday, the 15th of October, early in the morning.

I am leaving gaps between the earlier post – “The Letter”, and this post, because, in the end, I believe it weaves a better story.  Forgive me for not including photographs with this post but my access to that specific library at this point is limited, due to my current situation.  I hope you will understand.  Within a few days, I will post the photos and, hopefully, flesh out the story some more.

Anyway, on Sunday, the 14th of October, at 1:20 P.M., I received reliable information that a number of ex-police officers and ex-BDF personnel were going to attempt a raid on my San Pedro property.  They would be dressed in uniforms and pass themselves off as police.  This is a common practice among Belizean criminals.  People generally open their doors to the police, so the criminals don’t have to force their way in.  As an aside, I had six full time security guards on duty.  I was told the raid would be the early the following morning, October 15th, between the hours of 1:00 A.M. and 5:00 A.M.

I thought long and hard about what to do.  At 4:00 in the afternoon I called a close friend and taxi driver, named Herman Wade, and asked him to drive the torturous road north to my house.  Travel to the North Island is generally by boat, since the road is most of the year impassable.  I then called Samantha’s father, Nestor Vanegas, whom I trusted, if for no other reason than Samantha is his daughter and I felt sure he had his daughter’s safety at heart.  I had a meeting, Herman, Nestor and Samantha, and explained the situation.

I told Nestor and Herman to drive together to a point about two miles south of my property, where the road curves dramatically to the beach, and to back the van into the bushes.  I instructed them to call Sam or myself if a large number of people dressed as police headed north.  To help the reader understand the issues here, police seldom, if ever patrol the far end of the North Island, even during the day, and less often during the night.  When it does happen, there are never more than two officers involved, and they are always on foot.

Sam and I went to bed and slept.  At 4:40 in the morning Nestor called.  I was up instantly.  “Two golf carts with eight men carrying automatic rifles just passed”.

“Did they see you?” I asked.

“No” he said.

“Give to the phone to Wade” I instructed.

Wade confirmed the account.

“Were the guns automatics?” I asked

“I don’t know.  They looked like rifles.  They held them on their laps” He replied.

“Stay where you are”  I said, and hung up.

Sam was already up and dressed.  I threw on a pair of shorts and, shirtless and shoeless, climbed down the stairs to the beach and headed north, with Sam in tow.  Two miles in a golf cart under the current road  conditions meant we had ten minutes or so.

The first thing I noticed was that, of the three guards who were supposed to be at the front, one was standing on the dock – Chele Perdomo – and one was walking away to the back of the house.  The guard walking away later said he was going for a drink of water.  4:40 A.M. at the Ocean’s edge is not usually a thirsty time of day.

I said nothing to Chelle, but continued walking hurriedly north, with Samantha in tow.  When we got about 200 yards north, where the beach was dark, we hid in some thick brush and waited.  I noted that Chele did not attempt to follow us and he did not see where we exited the beach.  From our vantage point we could see about a quarter of a mile to the north, and way past my property to the south.  In less than ten minutes, two golf carts pulled onto the beach just south of Playa Blanca (about 600 yards north), with lights still on.  We were clearly not dealing with professionals.  The cart lights went out and a number of flashlights were turned on.  You could see the jiggling of the lights as the men walked south toward my house.  I signalled Sam Sam to stay quiet and motionless.  As the men approached to within 100 yards of us we could year distinct voices but could not make out the words.  A cell phone rang.  Everyone stopped.  There was an animated conversation, then all went quiet and still for a moment.  Then there were more voices, which continued for a couple of minutes.  More stillness, then we saw the men retreating back to their carts.

Sam and I stayed in hiding until 8:15.  I then called Amy (I had my cell phone and my pistol in my shorts).  Amy, even though she is with Keith now, still sleeps often in her room in my home.  I told Amy to go to my room, put on one of my shirts over hers and walk north on the beach, talk to no-one and ask no questions.  Amy has known me for over two years and detected the seriousness of my voice.  She did as I asked.  She was pissed though when I quietly hailed her.  She is used to sleeping well past noon and early mornings are not her cup of tea.

To make a much longer story short – I put on the shirt, called Wade and Nestor, told them to come pick us up, and Sam and I began our oddessey which is still continuing.  We have been basically on edge, moving from house to house, condo to condo, hotel to hotel, never staying more than two nights in any one place. I fired my entire security staff a few days after the abortive raid.

The events that have unforlded since this abortive raid will seem incredible to most – beyond belief.  If you can suspend your disbelief until the final chapter, however, I promise that you will be as satisfied as watching the ending of Pride and Prejudice.

I will fill in the gaping holes eventually.  You must bear with me.   The best stories are revealed not chronologically, but by stepping from one level of intensity to the next.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________

Three of my friends are still being held in prison on trumped up charges.  They are:

Eddie Ancona

Cassian  Chavarria

William Mulligan

They were charged and have been imprisoned because three legally licensed firearms were found in the incorrect rooms on my property (stretching the law to the extreme).  I would ask you to please email the following and demand their release: