My name is Astrid Perera. I am the sole owner of USCOM Belize and - TopicsExpress



          

My name is Astrid Perera. I am the sole owner of USCOM Belize and this is the story of my murder. I started USCOM Belize in my garage. It took hard work, much sacrifice and determination. After many years, I finally moved all my inventory to the new USCOM building. It had taken all my energy, I was moving from upstairs of Chon Saan Palace on Kelly street, to my own building on #8 Baymen Avenue. Alone, it was a Saturday evening, I was exhausted. I still had to prepare for my next business trip, there was no time to stop and rest. Then, at my door, were two clear skin individuals, inspector Fuentes and corporal August, two policemen. I recognized them, corporal August had once worked as a security officer at USCOM Belize. It was Saturday, July 19th, 2003. I welcomed them into my new building, not suspecting that that very evening they would be my executioners and thereof my murder investigators. But how could this had crossed my mind. Are not these men paid by my taxes to protect me? Well, who would have told me that they were also on Barrows payroll. That the measly salary from tax payers could not compare to that other source of income. Barrows money could miraculously turn that dilapidated little shack on canal side into a majestic concrete two story house. With police salary they could only buy food, but with Barrows money they could worship the world. This works for them so well, that these criminals have not changed their way of operating. But wait... Barrow? He was not even in government. Why would Barrow send his assassins to murder me? It makes no sense. Well, it is not too complicated. My murder was just another job like so many done before my murder and many, very many to follow up to this day. He had enough money you say. Well... apparently he needed a little more. But who would pay him? It is hard to believe where the money came from!!! It was my own money!!! I had hired Julio Chizen Cheng, my ex-husband, to oversee the construction of my new building. He used this opportunity to channel money destined for my building to instead pay for these criminals to research everyone who was close to me and plan my murder. Chizen had been referred to Barrow by Jamaican criminals whom he had tried to recruit. Julio Chizen Cheng had me murdered, stole my property, then dedicated himself to slander my name. He used my only child as hostage and guarantee for his safety, issued death treats against my family who were screaming out foul, lied to the public declaring himself as a business partner of USCOM, then hired George Sosa as administrator changing USCOMs name to GSCOM for his convenience and to appease public opinion. Instead of being held as the only suspect, he was carefully protected by Assistant Superintendent Augustine. Inspector Fuentes and corporal August did not have to use guns nor knives. I was too worn out to defend myself. I felt the pain on my face as Mr. Augusts boots crashed against my nose. I lost consciousness. They had fun using their boots to kick my body. They kicked me to death. My swollen body was then disposed of as garbage. I know, you may be thinking that I am bitter. Well, not so, I have forgiven them. Since those who murdered me had been entrusted with justice for Belizeans, there has not been any justice done for me. Many Belizeans can say the same thing today. Yet, Divine Justice is inescapable, but that is Divine business. Whatever happens from now on has nothing to do with me, for I have been dead for over a decade. But you, you know that this is the Truth, yet you keep quite. If you had taken a stand for Justice, the blood of Belizeans may not have had to continue soaking Belizean soil. Well, guess what? Every time, like my own, Belizean blood soaks our soil, the heavens shake with indignation. There is sadness. The question is, how much longer are Belizeans going to continue grasping at the boats side, afraid of shaking the boat? How much longer will fear have to be the slave master? How many more Belizeans have to die before we rise, unite and defend our land and have despots flee and Peace and Love once more reign in our land?
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 01:38:22 +0000

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