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In a few lines I will tell you about my life at St Joseph.

To begin with, I must thank God for being always there for me. It’s a great day for me to be here to tell nothing but the truth and reveal some secrets about everything that everyone needs to know. I also think people have heard about, but they did not believe. From today, people should believe. Everything spoken about Michael and St Joseph is true. I, Aliston Diver, Michael has abused me. He has harassed me sexually. He touched me. He kissed me, he kissed my neck. When I am in an area with him where there is no one else, he treats me as if I were a girl. Everybody knows it is something very ugly to talk about, but I don’t care. Abuse is like slavery for learned people. It was difficult to talk about that because Michael has a lot of money and power. He uses money people send to help us to buy the law. Everyone in Haiti knows the truth. We all need justice, justice also for our brothers who have been abused all over the world, especially by Michael Geilenfeld.

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Good morning Everyone,

My name is Lexis Fignole one of the kids from St Joseph from 1997 till 2013. I am from a poor family in Jacmel. My mother died when I was 2 years old. My father used to push wheelbarrow and was also a farmer. My parents has a lot of kids and I am the last one. I have two older brothers who love me very much and were the ones trying hard to feed me where they carried me on their back begging in the streets. As they begging with me on their back they happened to meet a white person named Mrs. Moro who liked both me and one of brothers named Jean Richard. The way the white person saw us her plan for us was to take me and my older brother to an orphanage to take care of us to prepare us for the future to become someone. Mrs. Moro went to share this idea to share with my father. It was like something that my father could not wait, but he did not know the reality of it. Thereafter Mrs. Moro went to talk to Michael the Manager of St Joseph Orphanage. Next, she brought me and my older brother to Port-au-Prince. When I got to St Joseph, they let me see everything was beautiful and right, because I was only three years and some months. As they saw I was very little and could not stay in that house they were obliged to send me to another house they have in Fermathe called “Wings of Hope”. One year later they made me come down to the first house to dance and it was not easy. All that Michael saw in the kids was money. At that time to be part of the dance, you had to have sex with Michael or accept to be beaten by the teacher. I almost suffered from all of them. At the rehearsal I used to hide myself in the bathroom because that teacher always to make us break broom stick to beat us. When the teacher realized the broom stick was not enough, he/she used his/her hands and feet with a lot of slave punishments, making us hit our brothers who could not dance or lifting four tambourines tied on our heads from 9:00 o’clock in the morning until 5:00 in the afternoon without eating. After this punishment, we had to go right away to prayer still without eating. If you are five minutes late, you will sleep out of the house until noon. Before beginning to pray, you must kiss Michael, an opportunity for Michael to caress our breasts and spank us smoothly. You know when you are innocent you are happy about everything people do to you. At that age it was pleasure, 9, 10 years old when he used to do that to me I thought it was a way a father shows love to his kids. I began to understand a little bit at 13, 14 years old

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when Mr. Michael asked me to suck his dick, because he realized he did not get paid yet for making me travel. Then I realized it was a different kind of love he had for me. Without thinking I said “no”. He said that I had to do it. That happened in the old house behind room 9. I had to run. In the morning as I was going to eat, he began slapping me, punching me, ripping my clothes saying I did not smile in a theater that took place two days ago. At 15 years old I began thinking about him caressing my breast and spanking me smoothly. I understood it was not for male, I began behaving as a man and had a girlfriend. That caused Michael to be very mad and he called me right away in a meeting with Bill to let me know that kids over his place are not supposed to have a girlfriend. I asked them why? They thought I did not understand yet. Frankly, I was afraid to be kicked out because I did not have the possibility yet. Then I realized if I talked life would be hard on me as it used to be on the old kids. I used to suffer deep inside of me in those bad situations. By 17, 18 I exposed myself with my girlfriend to make it clear to everyone who might think I was involved in homosexuality with Michael. Due to this decision, whatsoever I did was found wrong in the sight of Michael. That caused Michael to mistreat me. I am hungry!!! Whenever Americans come to visit St Joseph, Michael lie on us saying we eat well, he opens bank account for us, he graduates us at 21 years old. That kept us from telling the visitors the truth because Michael already washed their brains. The thing that saddened us the most was he made us dink water from the pool with frogs. On top of that he wanted us to always smile before the visitors and if ever we refused, he would kick us out any time to come back at 10:00 PM if there are classes the next day. If there are no classes we will have to come back at 11:00 PM. It was at that age that I caught Michael kissing with the security as he was bringing food to him. Another time I saw Michael watching a video on a laptop and the security sat on his lap. That happened in the new house they bought by the piano. When he saw me, he asked me if I did not see a rat passing by me. I quickly understood and said no. All of those things broke my heart. The last time I saw them is when I was 19 years old. I saw the security was stepping out of Michael’s room early in the morning. He saw me. They called me and asked me not to say anything and anytime. They hear about it from anybody, I will be in trouble. However they kept on doubting about me telling so. By the month of January things became much harder on me, because they would call me to meetings on a daily basis because of the girlfriend I had, which is not true but due

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to the truth I knew regarding their privacy. They were pulling the wool over the eyes of the kids so they could use them. Michael would beat me and kick me out for three days with no food. When Americans send stuff to help us, Michael share them with his gay friends. Then, we, the kids, are suffering receiving nothing. I was trying to possess something for myself, as well. He had a boyfriend who used to get stuff from the Americans’ room, whenever he saw him he congratulated him, but he heard I got something, he got mad at me.He called me one morning at 4:00 as I was going to sweep the yard. He asked me to have sex with him to suck my dick, otherwise he would kick me out. I said to him people only suffer once. A few days later, he called to me in a meeting saying that I stole stuff from the Americans. That did not really shock me, because I knew the reality. I didn’t know for the kids. On April 6th, 2013, they kicked me out with two others kids named Aliston and Joseph. He didn’t give me my passport and he also kept all my documents and the money I made learning how to dance and play theater and got beaten by the dance teacher. I was obligated to live in a tent. He thought by holding my passport and my documents, life would become too hard on me and would go back to him to accept his conditions, but God held my hand. I spent two years in the tent hoping the Lord to help me with my life, and I am positive.

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