A Reporter at Large
<span style="font-size: 14pt"><span style="font-weight: bold">A Massacre in Jamaica</span></span>
<span style="font-style: italic">After the United States demanded the extradition of a drug lord, a bloodletting ensued.</span>
by Mattathias Schwartz December 12, 2011
Most cemeteries replace the illusion of life’s permanence with another illusion: the permanence of a name carved in stone. Not so May Pen Cemetery, in Kingston, Jamaica, where bodies are buried on top of bodies, weeds grow over the old markers, and time humbles even a rich man’s grave.
The most forsaken burial places lie at the end of a dirt path that follows a fetid gully across two bridges and through an open meadow, far enough south to hear the white noise coming off the harbor and the highway. Fifty-two concrete posts are set into the earth in haphazard groups of two and three. Each bears a small disk of black metal and a stencilled number. <span style="font-weight: bold">The majority of these mark the unclaimed dead from the last days of May, 2010, when the police and the Army assaulted the neighborhood of Tivoli Gardens, in West Kingston</span>. The rest mark the graves of paupers.
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of jlp business during that massacre...
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