
Jackee Burns- Picture taken a day before her violent rape
Belize has a well-known secret that is an uncomfortable truth to talk about. Many women are victims of child sexual predators and rape. It is estimated that one in four women are victims of sexual abuse. After writing my piece about Jasmine Lowe, several people shared their personal abuse experiences with me. Fayemarie shared her personal experience on Twocanview.armchair-psychologists-why-he-is-not-a-monster-by-fayemarie-anderson-carter-ma
The nameless and faceless victims shared stories of well-respected men in the society who fondled and abused them. They shared stories of family members, neighbors, shopkeepers and strangers who were never brought to light or prosecuted for their deviancy because they either never came forward or when they did, those who should protect them preferred to pretend the abuse never happened. Belize has unknowingly and unfortunately created an inviting culture for vultures and predators to thrive while sexual abuse becomes taboo and shameful for the victim. Every night in Belize some child has “dark shadows” lurking in their bedrooms.
My story today is a powerful survivor named Jackee Burns, a teacher in Belmopan. She shared her traumatic and chilling experiences first as a child and then as an adult victim of a violent rape. She finally opened up to her mother knowing she was telling me this story. She feels that each time she shares her story, a part of her continues to heal within.
Jackee Burns is a respected teacher and has a compelling story to tell. She in her own way is fighting the status quo of silence and emerging as a trusted entity for victims. Jackee endured two traumatic experiences in her life, one as a five year old child who was unable to articulate her experiences when she was violated by her very own uncle and another violent rape as a young adult charting out in her new life.
At the age of five years old, Jackee’s dad moved in his younger 13 year brother into his home. The house was a modest house with three bedrooms and a family of seven. Jackee’s teenage uncle slept in the living room on a cot. He did not stay there all the time, but when he did, she recalls a dark shadow entering her bedroom and lifting up her dress and fondling her. As a young child she could not express what was happening to her and would not even open her eyes during the experience. She recalls crying and the shadow would disappear. She also has broken memories of being locked in a bedroom with her teenage uncle and remembering white substances on the sheet of the bed which she now knows was semen.
Jackee started complaining to her parents of a ghost that would come touch her from under her bed and so her father started to check in on her to make sure she would be okay. He would come in and make sure she fell asleep. One fateful night, her uncle entered her room and was caught in the act by her father. Her father severely beat up his brother as Jackee recalls blood on the wall, and kicked him out the house. Her father protected her by avoiding family members and never putting her in the situation again, however, it was never discussed. She was never asked the details of what happened. Her own grandmother to this day refuses to believe the story.
Years later, Jackee viewed sex with shame. She recalls her first voluntary sexual experience and learning she was not a virgin. It was a devastating experience because it confirmed to her that at the tender age of five years old, Jackee was in fact raped by her uncle. In the U.S he would still be prosecutable. In Belize I am not sure how a victim can reclaim her power over her perpetrator. We do not know if he is a child predator today. We do not know what deviancy continues to linger within him. He represents one of maybe hundreds of deviants walking around. What became of this troubled young man? He became a respected and published author who places himself in Jackee’s home as a teenager in his book. I perused his Facebook page and saw one picture with a young child in bathing suit. It concerns me when I see such predators in positions of trust around children.
Most children are resilient and many block such traumatic experiences. Jackie I am sure completely pushed her abuse into the back of her mind. It is the resiliency and survivorship of the human spirit that allows us to function in the face of very distressing experiences in our lives. It is this spirit that Jackie carries within her as she is introduced to another type of predator, a predator that is violent, deadly and unforgiving.
Jackee decided to pursue a career in teaching. At the age of 21 years old, Jackee was now living in Corozal and was a popular teacher and enjoying her career. On October 13, 2000 she met Peter Augustine for the first time. Peter Augustine was a well-known criminal and was only released from prison a week before.
In Jackee’s own words:
“I never knew Peter Augustine before, never even seen him ever. I lived in Corozal and was a very popular high school teacher at Corozal Community. This was my forth year up there. I had a sweet lil house and prior to this year I had always had roommates. Anyway, the morning of October 13, 2000, I got up and did some laundry. I got up around 5:30am. By 6:30 I went to the back door to put out the clothes. I had a bucket on the side porch. I was pinning out one piece at a time and returning to the bucket for every new piece of clothing. I wasn’t there very long and the back door near where I stood was ajar.
It seems that Peter Augustine hopped over the verandah and went inside when my back was turned. When I went inside, he approached me. At first, I thought I was imagining him. I could not understand why a stranger was in my house. I screamed and he placed a knife at my throat. I told him he could take whatever he wanted, just please don’t hurt me. He didn’t answer me. He started to pull me towards the bedroom and I understood what his intentions were. I started to fight him, I bit him. I got cut in my hand as I held on to the knife fighting him. He punched me on my left cheek and I still continued to fight. He choked me by placing his thumbs on my neck. I started to lose consciousness and I eventually saw black and passed out.
When I woke up it was to the sound of my bed sheets being torn. He used it to tie my hands behind my back and blindfold me. At this time I was having my period and that didn’t stop him. He got on top of me and was having sex with me. Even though I was blind folded, I saw a nipple ring on him. I disassociated from what was happening to me. I felt like I was watching him doing this to someone else. I mentally blocked out what was happening to me. I believed he was in my home for about an hour. When he was through, he took my jewelry. I thought he was going to kill me. A student who lived behind my house came to the door and called my name repeatedly. She saw my bathroom lights on and thought I was in the shower. I pretended to be passed out so that he would not find it necessary to kill me. I heard the footsteps on the ground, he unlocked my door, which he had to have locked and he left. When I was sure he was gone, I went to the front door with my hands still tied behind my back. I had to open the door with my hands tied, I shouted to the student to run and I ran to my neighbor, an old couple in only t-shirts and they called the police.
Peter Augustine was arrested a few minutes after I arrived at the hospital in possession of my jewelry, with the bite mark on his shoulder and my blood all over him. My face was badly beaten and even today it still hurts. My lip has a permanent scar.”
Unfortunately, Jackee’s horrifying experience does not end there. She relocated to her hometown of Belmopan. A year later, she had to endure the criminal trial, which was done publicly. She had to recount her story to a packed courtroom. She was crossed examined by the defendant. She said every time he said her name, she hated him more. She had to recount her entire sexual history in front of curious strangers; she also had to reveal her physical address to the court and defendant. She was emotionally distraught by the entire ordeal. She could not bear to stay for the outcome of the trial and later learned he was given 15 years in prison. He only has three more years left on his 15 year sentence.
Peter Augustine escaped from prison after his incarceration which caused Jackee to fall to pieces because her address was publicly announced in the court case. Peter Augustine was eventually recaptured in a village near Chetumal. In that same village a girl was found raped and murdered however, he was never connected to the crime even though he was the only stranger in the village at the time. There are no denying Jackee lives in fear knowing Peter Augustine will be released in three short years. She says he gloats to people about raping a teacher and is rumored to have sodomized his cell mate in prison.
Jackee wants other victims to know that there is nothing wrong with them and they will survive. It took Jackee a while to overcome her abuse and confront it. She speaks to her students and tries to formulate support groups for rape victims but notes most people want to forget and move on. She sits with numerous rape victims who confide their pain in her. One girl confided in her that she hated Christmas because she must associate with the men in her family that raped her. Jackee welcomes anyone who wishes to discuss their personal pain with her.
There are many people who remain uncomfortable with this subject. Jackee urges parents to speak openly to kids about sex. Teach them good and bad touches. Be a source for your children to run to. However it doesn’t end there. Our system must find a better way to protect the citizens of Belize. There must be a sexual predator website that tracks these predators when they are unleashed back into society. Victims must be accommodated to tell their story. Their addressese should remain confidential. Our society must remove the shame placed on victims and reassign the shame to the perpetrator. Our society need to start seriously monitoring men dating children under 18 years of age, even communities who have traditionalized pedophilia.
We must create a safe society for all our citizens especially our children and we must develop a social conscience and be protectors. How can anyone ever truly claim to be a survivor when the society keeps people in victim status? Unfortunately I was unable to find a picture of Peter Augustine, but be very uneasy that in three years a violent predator will be released back into society and there is no law stopping it and no picture to show you who he is!
Jackee’s Poems:
Pervert
He wrote about a time
I had long since buried
Six feet under
My sad horrific memories
His writing exumed
Buried memories
From the depths of hell
Where I thought
They coud never be dug up
But he resurrected
The stomach churning evil
That he did to me
He lifted my skirt
When I was a baby
And spoke adult language
To my innocent mind
In his dirty nasty language
Making his ugly body
Reveal itself
To my horrified eyes
His breath insulted my cheek
His smell chafed my stomach
His touch burnt my skin
How could this man be my kin
He hushed my objections
And covered my frightened eyes
With his huge hands
That covered my entire face
He ripped away
The pure white lace
And tore me to shreds
Now he is that monster
That vile monster
Who I cannot even
Look in the face
And now he dare writes
With enthusiasm and fun
About a time when
He lived in my daddie’s home
As if he does not recall
The ghastly deeds
He has done
I hate him
I have buried him
And I dont want him
Anywhere around me
Unwanted and uninvited
Bang! Bang!
The judge registered
Finality with his gavel
Pounding the end
Of the hearing i had to endure
15 years he got
15 years of free food
A guaranteed bed
He doesnt have to worry
His stomach will be fed
While I, his victim
Am traumatized and haunted
With a lifetime of nightmares
A lifetime of him
Haunting my days and my nights
Coming into my home
Unwanted and uninvited
Icy cold stares
In his strange eyes
Told me his temptations
And as my piercing scream
Eminated in goosebumps
All over my skin
And registered the
Metal blade
He palced at my throbbing throat
I saw my life
In flashes in front of
My scared eyes
Yes, I fought him
I sunk my teeth
In his steel muscles
And with all my fear
I bit in wid all my life
But he retaliated
And I saw stars
And felt the trickle
Of sticky blood ooze
Before darkness crept
Over me and wrapped me
In its tight bondage
Then gone I was
From my conscious self
As he invaded me
Entering unwanted and uninvited
I took back myself
I took back my power
And said he cannot
Have any part of me
That I am unwilling to offer
So as he entered flesh
In and out
My mind shut him out
Though I felt emotional distate
I looked from afar
As he hurt a body
But could not touch a soul
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