#3735: Boston Globe on Jean Dominique (fwd)

[Robert Corbett <bcorbett@netcom.com>]

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Voice of slain journalist echoes in Haiti 

Resurgent violence cannot silence widow on the eve of election

By John Donnelly, Globe Staff, 5/20/2000 

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti - She likes to go into her husband's office. She sits 
behind his desk sometimes, a green bowl of spent bullet casings within reach. 
And every morning at 7, she hosts their radio show by herself, opening the 
program by saying hello to her dead husband.


''Bonjour, Jean,'' says Michele Montas, widow of Jean Leopold Dominique, 
Haiti's preeminent journalist, who was shot four times in the head April 3 
under a fuchsia-flowered bougainvillea in Radio Haiti's courtyard.


This is part of the prelude to Haiti's first election in three years, which 
is set for tomorrow, an enormous logistical undertaking that has been marred 
by spasms of violence such as the killing of Dominique and more than a dozen 
others in April.


Late Wednesday, after a pause of peace, came another episode: a grenade 
launched at the metal gates of the Provisional Electoral Council, the 
election headquarters, that injured at least three passersby.


The killings and the grenade attack seem ''part of a strategy to discourage 
people from going to vote,'' said Evans Paul, spokesman for the opposition 
coalition party, Espace de Concertation.


Former president Jean-Bertrand Aristide, breaking a long public silence, 
called on Thursday for peaceful elections and denounced those using violence 
to disrupt the proceedings.


''You who fear defeat and who choose violence, remember, we are brothers and 
sisters. Haiti is for Haitians,'' he said.


No one here dares guess how the election will unfold because the insecurity 
factor stalks the process. Since the overthrow of Jean-Claude ''Baby Doc'' 
Duvalier in 1986, Haiti's 13 years of fitful steps toward democracy have 
produced a trail of blood, including election massacres in 1987, a military 
coup in 1991, and more than three years of ruthless military dictators who 
oversaw the killing of 5,000 civilians.


The dead are mostly forgotten now, especially in these hectic days 
surrounding tomorrow's vote for parliament and some 7,523 local positions. 
Even the leading resisters of the old military rule, people such as Father 
Jean Marie Vincent, businessman Antoine Izmery, and Justice Minister Guy 
Mallory, all assassinated in the early 1990s, are rarely mentioned now, their 
memories swallowed up by reports of new dead.


Michele Montas, though, and Radio Haiti's staff aren't ready to let go of the 
memory of Dominique just yet.


So she says good morning to him every day on air, and every day the staff 
inserts recordings of his voice in the morning program and then reruns his 
interviews at 4:30 p.m.


Dominique was tortured during the regime of ''Papa Doc'' Duvalier, and he was 
forced into exile during Baby Doc's time, because he was never afraid to 
speak out or to report news on his radio station, the first in Haiti to 
broadcast in the language of the masses, Creole.


When he and Michele returned from New York to Haiti days after Baby Doc's 
departure in 1986, tens of thousands of people welcomed him home at the 
airport. It didn't mean he lived far from danger, though. In the years after 
his return, he collected several dozen spent bullet casings from shots fired 
at the radio station.


After his death, the station shut down. A month later, the staff went back to 
work because ''his death would been absurd if we had given up and stopped 
working,'' Montas said. ''It was essential to the country. I'm convinced that 
the assassin of my husband wanted to block the whole electoral process and 
discourage people from going to the polls.''


But the solutions to end the culture of violence are not simple, she said 
this week, sitting in her husband's chair. 


''I think, and Jean said so, too, that the situation here is comparable to 
that in Lebanon several years ago,'' said Montas, 53. ''No one is disarmed. 
You have weapons all over the place, in the hands of all political factions. 
The country has never been as heavily armed as it is now.''


Justice, more than five years after 20,000 US troops helped remove the 
military leaders and restore Aristide as the democratically elected 
president, seems as fleeting as ever, say many Haitians.


Across town, in the tin-roof slums of Martisan, three families were mourning 
the deaths of three young men who were killed last Saturday while in police 
custody. The three - Alise Onore, Gusmane Pierre, and Alan Pierre - were 
picked up on suspicion of stealing, an accusation that the families 
denounced. Their bodies were found with bullet holes in their heads.


''The killings need to stop in Haiti,'' said Rodney Michel, 39, a neighbor of 
the victims, standing amid a crowd of 50 onlookers in a concrete alleyway. 
''Nothing has changed here. It's the same thing as it was during the 
dictatorship.''


''We feel as insecure as before,'' said Jean Robert, 25, a friend of the 
three. ''If police are holding someone, how can they end up dead?''


Neighbors have threatened to hold protests until the killings are explained 
and the killers are brought to justice.


But the deaths of the three men and the killing of Dominique are different in 
one way from the deaths during the military regime: They happened in a time 
of supposed democracy, and people are voicing outrage.


''I was asked by peasants, `What are we going to do now without Jean 
Dominique? We lost our main voice,''' Montas said. ''You know, we just had a 
season here where a lot of bands play, and several made up songs about Jean. 
One of them had a verse, `Every peasant has to become the echo of Jean's 
voice so as to keep him alive.'''


She walked out of the radio station, past the spot where her husband was shot 
dead, and opened a metal gate. Two armed guards followed. They are new hires. 


There was something on the gate she hadn't seen before, a piece of paper 
barely held up by two strands of dirty masking tape. On it was a poem to him 
- and to her.


''It is 7. Bonjour Jean. Bonjour Michele,'' the note in French began, exactly 
echoing their voices once upon a time.


Her lower lip slightly trembling, Montas summoned her composure and read it 
aloud:


''They have turned off his mouth but not his voice. You died for us, you live 
on for us.


What time is it? It is a somber hour.


Goodbye Jean. Be courageous Michele.''


This story ran on page A01 of the Boston Globe on 5/20/2000. 
© Copyright 2000 Globe Newspaper Company.