MEURTRES NON RÉSOLUES ET DISPARITIONS AU QUÉBEC DANS LES ANNÉES 1970

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18 women

MEURTRES NON RÉSOLUES ET DISPARITIONS AU QUÉBEC DANS LES ANNÉES 1970

(Cliquez sur le nom de l’information de cas détaillée)

  1. Alice Paré – Drummondville – le 26 Avril, 1971
  2. Norma O’Brien et Debbie Fisher – Chateauguay – 1974-1975 (résolu / prévu pour le contexte)
  3. Sharron Prior – Montréal / Longueuil – 1 Avril, 1975
  4. Lise Choquette – East End Montréal / Laval – 20 Avril, 1975
  5. Louise Camirand – Estrie – 25 Mars, 1977
  6. La Victime Inconnue – Longueuil – 2 Avril, 1977
  7. Jocelyne Houle – East End Montréal / Saint-Calixte – le 17 Avril, 1977
  8. Johanne Danserault – Absent de Fabreville – le 14 Juin, 1977
  9. Sylvie Doucet – Absent de East End Montréal – 27 Juin, 1977
  10. Claudette Poirier – Drummondville – le 27 Juillet, 1977
  11. Chantal Tremblay – Montréal-Nord / Rosemere – 29 Juillet, 1977
  12. Johanne Dorion – Fabreville / Laval / Montréal-Nord – 29 Juillet, 1977
  13. Hélène Monast – Chambly – 10 Septembre, 1977
  14. Katherine Hawkes – Montréal-Nord – 20 Septembre, 1977
  15. Denise Bazinet – East End Montréal / Saint Luc – le 23 Octobre, 1977
  16. Manon Dube – Cantons de l’Est – le 27 Janvier, 1978
  17. Lison Blais – East End Montréal – 3 Juin, 1978
  18. Theresa Allore – Estrie – Novembre 3, 1978
  19. Victime Inconnue 2 – Dorval, Montreal – June 2, 1979
  20. Nicole Gaudreaux, East End Montreal, le 3 Août, 1979
  21. Tammy Leakey – Dorval, Montréal – 12 Mars, 1981

Que nous avons appris

  1. Les corps de Sharron Prior et la victime “non identifiées” ont tous deux été trouvé sur le chemin du Lac à Longueuil. Avant a été recherche 1 Avril 1975, la victime “non identifié” a été trouvés 2 Avril 1977 presque exactement deux années à compter de la date de la découverte de Prior.
  2. Les meurtres de Prior et Houle sont très semblables, leurs scènes de crime sont pratiquement identiques.
  3. Chantal Tremblay a pris le bus jusqu’à la station de métro Henri Bourassa et disparut. Le bus qui Johanne Dorion utilisé pour se rendre à / de Cartierville et Laval était sur la ligne de transit Henri Bourassa. Dorion a travaillé à Cartierville, a pris le bus à la maison, puis a disparu. Katherine Hawkes vivait dans Cartierville, et faisait la navette maison sur le bus du centre-ville de Montréal la nuit elle est morte.
  4. Une bande existe de la voix de l’assassin de Katherine Hawkes. Son agresseur a appelé à la police deux fois le soir où elle est morte pour leur dire l’emplacement du corps. La police a enregistré. Cependant, il a pris la police près de 18 heures pour enquêter sur l’emplacement (et cela seulement après 2 citoyens avaient trouvé le corps).
  5. Denise Bazinet a vécu environ 3 blocks de maisons de Lison Blais dans Montréal Est.
  6. Un sac à main correspondant à la description de l’un Lison Blais a possédé a été récupéré sur le site de décharge Louise Camirand à Austin. Québec. Ceci est le même endroit où les vêtements correspondant à la description de ces derniers portés par Theresa Allore a également été trouvé par les chasseurs. Enfin, le reste d’une chaussure a été trouvé au même endroit correspondant à la description des pantoufles chinoises dernière portés par Theresa Allore
  7. Le corps de Tammy Leakey a été trouvé à Dorval moins d’un mile de l’endroit où la victime inconnue 2 a trouvé 1 1/2 ans plus tôt.

RECOMMANDATIONS INVESTIGATIVE

  1. Enquêter sur les décès de Sharron Prior, Jocelyn Houle et la victime “Non identifiés” comme des dossiers éventuellement connectés commis par un délinquant (Suspect n ° 1, “Le tueur Longueuil”). Cela nécessitera la coopération entre les forces de Longueuil et de la Sûreté du Québec.
  2. Enquêter sur les meurtres Louise Camirand, Hélène Monast, Denise Bazinet, Lison Blais, Theresa Allore et Sharron Prior que les dossiers éventuellement connectés commis par un délinquant (Suspect n ° 2,”The Bootlace Killer”). Cela nécessitera la coopération entre les forces Longueuil, SPVM, et la Sûreté du Québec.
  3. Enquêter sur les meurtres Chantal Tremblay, Joanne Dorion et Katherine Hawkes comme des dossiers éventuellement connectés commis par un délinquant (Suspect n ° 3, “The Commuter Killer”). Cela nécessitera la coopération entre les forces de Laval, SPVM, et la Sûreté du Québec.

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RECOMMANDATIONS DE SÉCURITÉ PUBLIQUE:

Il y a seulement trois choses qui peuvent résoudre un crime.

  • Un témoin oculaire
  • Une confession
  • Evidence Physical.

Les auteurs de ces dossiers non résolus devraient être – au mieux – 60 ans aujourd’hui. Plus que probablement, ils sont beaucoup plus âgés, ou déjà mort. Les policiers du Québec ne peut pas espérer de façon réaliste les citoyens à se présenter avec de nouvelles informations sur ces dossiers non résolus lorsque le public ne sait même pas que les meurtres ont eu lieu, ou – lorsque, dans certaines situations – la police refuse de reconnaître que les crimes ont été commis même. Par attrition, la police du Québec veillera à ce que toute possibilité d’une confession ou le témoignage oculaire de ces questions est éliminé. Tout le monde qui a touché le cas sera mort.

La deuxième question est la destruction de evidences matérielles. Il y a déjà la confirmation de la destruction de evidences par la Sûreté du Québec et la police de Longueuil. Récemment, nous avons appris la destruction de preuves par la police de Montréal dans une affaire de SVPM actuelle impliquant l’agression sexuelle et de tentative de meurder d’un enfant âgé de 11 ans. Nous pensons que ces actions ont été longtemps accepté les pratiques par la police du Québec.

En détruisant les evidences, en limitant les possibilités d’une confession ou des témoignages oculaires, les forces de police du Québec engagent dans le génocide d’enquête.

Les mesures suivantes doivent être prises immédiatement:

  1. Comme les dossiers d’Hélène Monast et Theresa Allore, les cas suivants doivent être immédiatement ajoutés à L’equipe des Dossiers Non Résolus de la Surete du Quebec: Alice Paré, Louise Camirand, Jocelyne Houle, Claudette Poirier, Denise Bazinet, et (si elle est en leur compétence), Chantal Tremblay.
  2. Un groupe de travail unifié pour les dossiers non résolus doit être créé pour l’ensemble du Québec pour assurer une coopération / coordination entre les services de police du Québec.
  3. L’accès aux dossiers pour les membres de la famille des victimes doit être accordée immédiatement. Il ne faut pas que j’ai accès à l’information sur les cas de ma sœur, tandis qu’une famille comme le Dorions ou Blais ‘sont vu refuser l’accès par les forces policières du Laval et SPVM. Tous les services de police du Québec devraient être tenus de fournir le même niveau de service à toutes les victimes.
  4. Une enquête doit être faite par le gouvernement du Québec dans la destruction systématique de froid cas des preuves physiques par les services de police du Québec pour assurer l’intégrité de la sécurité publique dans la province.
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Index of related unsolved murders in Quebec in the 1970s

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18 women

RELATED UNSOLVED MURDERS AND DISAPPEARANCES IN QUEBEC IN THE 1970s

(click on the name for detailed case information)

  1. Alice Pare – Drummondville – April 26, 1971
  2. Norma O’Brien & Debbie Fisher – Chateauguay – 1974-75 (solved / provided for context)
  3. Sharron Prior – Montreal / Longueuil – April 1, 1975
  4. Lise Choquette – East End Montreal / Laval – April 20, 1975
  5. Louise Camirand – Eastern Townships – March 25, 1977
  6. Unidentified – Longueuil – April 2, 1977
  7. Jocelyne Houle – East End Montreal / St. Calixte – April 17, 1977
  8. Johanne Danserault – Missing from Fabreville – June 14, 1977
  9. Sylvie Doucet – Missing from East End Montreal – June 27, 1977
  10. Claudette Poirier – Drummondville – July 27, 1977
  11. Chantal Tremblay – Montreal North / Rosemere – July 29, 1977
  12. Johanne Dorion – Fabreville / Laval / Montreal North – July 29, 1977
  13. Helene Monast – Chambly – September 10, 1977
  14. Katherine Hawkes – Montreal North – September 20, 1977
  15. Denise Bazinet – East End Montreal / Saint Luc – October 23, 1977
  16. Manon Dube – Eastern Townships – January 27, 1978
  17. Lison Blais – East End Montreal – June 3, 1978
  18. Theresa Allore – Eastern Townships – November 3, 1978
  19. Unknown Victim 2 – Dorval, Montreal – June 2, 1979
  20. Nicole Gaudreaux – Montreal  – August 3, 1979 
  21. Coda: Tammy Leakey – Dorval, Montreal – March 12, 1981

THINGS WE HAVE LEARNED

  1. The bodies of Sharron Prior and Unidentified were both found on Chemin du Lac in Longueuil. Prior was found April 1, 1975, Unidentified was found April 2, 1977, almost exactly 2 years to the date of the discovery of Prior.
  2. The murders of Prior and Houle are very similar, their crime scenes are practically identical.
  3. Chantal Tremblay took the bus to the Henri Bourassa metro station and disappeared. The bus that Johanne Dorion used to commute to/from Cartierville and Laval was on the Henri Bourassa transit line. Dorion worked in Cartierville, took the bus home, then disappeared. Katherine Hawkes lived in Cartierville, and was commuting home on the bus from downtown Montreal the night she died.
  4. A tape exists of Katherine Hawkes’ killer’s voice. Her assailant called in to police twice the evening that she died to tell them the location of the body. The police recorded it. However it took police almost 18 hours to investigate the location (and this only after 2 citizens had found the body).
  5. Denise Bazinet lived approximately 3 blocks from Lison Blais in Montreal’s East End.
  6. A purse matching the description of the one Lison Blais owned was recovered at the Louise Camirand dump site in Austin. Quebec. This is the same location where clothing matching the description of those last worn by Theresa Allore was also found by hunters.  Finally, the remnant of a shoe was found at the same location matching the description on Chinese slippers last worn by Theresa Allore
  7. Tammy Leakey’s body was found in Dorval less than a mile from where Unknown Victim 2 was found 1 1/2 years earlier.

INVESTIGATIVE RECOMMENDATIONS:

  1. Investigate the deaths of Sharron Prior, Jocelyn Houle and “Unidentified” as possibly connected cases committed by one offender (Suspect #1, The Longueuil Killer). This will require cooperation between the Longueuil and Surete du Quebec police forces.
  2. Investigate the murders Louise Camirand, Helene Monast, Denise Bazinet, Lison Blais, Theresa Allore and Sharron Prior as possibly connected cases committed by one offender (Suspect #2, The Bootlace Killer). This will require cooperation between the Longueuil, Montreal, and Surete du Quebec police forces.
  3. Investigate the murders Chantal Tremblay, Joanne Dorion and Katherine Hawkes as possibly connected cases committed by one offender (Suspect #3, The Commuter Killer). This will require cooperation between the Laval, Montreal, and Surete du Quebec police forces.

Here is a map (click to go to interactive link):

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PUBLIC SAFETY RECOMMENDATIONS:

Only three things that can solve a crime:

  1. An eyewitness
  2. A confession
  3. Physical Evidence.

The perpetrators in these cases would have to be – at best – 60 years old today. More than likely they are much older or already dead. Quebec police cannot realistically expect citizens to come forward with new information on these cases when the public is not even aware that the murders occurred, or –  when in some situations – the police refuse to acknowledge that crimes were even committed. Through attrition the Quebec police will ensure that any possibility of a confession or eyewitness testimony in these matters is eliminated. Everyone who touched the case will have died. 

This brings us to the second matter of the destruction of physical evidence. We already have confirmation of evidence destruction by the Surete du Quebec and the Longueuil police. Just yesterday we learned of the recent destruction of evidence by the Montreal police. We suspect that these actions have long been accepted practices by Quebec police. 

By destroying case evidence, by limiting the opportunities of a confession or eyewitness testimony, Quebec police forces have engaged in investigative genocide.

The following actions should be taken immediately:

  1. In addition to Helene Monast and Theresa Allore, the following cases should immediately be added to the Surete du Quebec’s L’équipe des Dossiers non résolus:  Alice Pare, Louise Camirand, Jocelyne Houle, Claudette Poirier, Denise Bazinet, and (if it is in their jurisdiction), Chantal Tremblay.
  2. A unified cold-case task force needs to be created for all of Quebec to ensure cooperation / coordination between Quebec police agencies.
  3. Access to cold-case information for family members of victims needs to be granted immediately. It should not be that I have access to my sister’s case information, while a family like the Dorions or Blais’ are denied access by Laval and Montreal police forces. All Quebec police agencies should be required to provide the same level-of-service to all victims.
  4. An inquiry needs to be made by the Quebec government into the systematic destruction of cold-case physical evidence by Quebec police agencies to ensure the integrity of public safety in the province.

 

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I’m Done / Suffit

Singing, hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, brother
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind no more


There was a camp town man, used to plow and sing
And he loved that mule and the mule loved him
When the day got long as it does about now
I’d hear him singing to his muley-cow
Calling, “Come on my sweet old girl, and I’d bet the whole damn world
That we’re gonna make it yet to the end of the row”

Singing “hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, Bessie
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind no more”

Said it’s a mean old world, heavy in need.
That big machine is just picking up speed
They were supping on tears, they were supping on wine
We all get to heaven in our own sweet time
So come all you Asheville boys and turn up your old-time noise
And kick ’til the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor

Singing, hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, brother
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind no more

But the camp town man, he doesn’t plow no more
I seen him walking down to the cigarette store
Guess he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing
And pick up the dusty old horn and give it a blow

Playing, hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, honey
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind, sugar
Hard times ain’t gonna rule my mind no more

Gillian Welch / Hard Times

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Meurtre élucidé 38 ans plus tard?

Un individu dit dans une lettre anonyme avoir reconnu la voix de l’assassin sur un appel placé à la police

AMÉLIE ST-YVES
Samedi, 20 août 2016 06:30
MISE à JOUR Samedi, 20 août 2016 06:30
Plus de 38 ans après le viol et le meurtre brutal d’une femme à Montréal, un individu vient de se manifester dans une lettre anonyme. Il dit avoir reconnu la voix du meurtrier sur des enregistrements d’appels à la police effectués le soir du meurtre.
«Monsieur, voulez-vous prendre note s’il vous plaît que je viens d’attaquer une femme au coin Bois-Franc et Henri-Bourassa, dans le sous-bois du côté nord-ouest. Dépêchez-vous monsieur, j’ai peur pour sa vie», disait le meurtrier de Katherine Hawkes dans le premier de deux appels logés à la police le soir du 20 septembre 1977.
La femme de 34 ans n’a pourtant été retrouvée à cet endroit qu’environ 24 heures plus tard. Le corps inerte était à plat ventre sur un terrain vacant, le bras gauche sous son ventre. Son soutien-gorge était relevé au-dessus de sa poitrine.

Elle avait du sang dans la bouche, sa joue gauche et ses yeux étaient tuméfiés. L’autopsie a révélé la présence de sang et de sperme dans son sexe. Il n’y a eu aucune arrestation dans ce dossier.
Lettre anonyme

Le 27 mai dernier, les deux appels du meurtrier ont été diffusés à l’émission de Denis Lévesque, à l’occasion d’une entrevue avec l’avocat Marc Bellemare et le réalisateur Stephan Parent, qui travaille sur le documentaire 7 femmes, qui reviendra notamment sur l’histoire de Hawkes. Sauf que, cette fois, quelqu’un affirme avoir reconnu la voix.
Une lettre anonyme a été reçue le 8 juin au bureau de l’ancien ministre de la Justice, Me Marc Bellemare. On peut notamment y lire: «J’ai reconnu la voix de cet homme», avec des détails comme son nom, sa date de naissance et l’endroit où il a étudié et où il travaillait.
Selon les allégations, il s’agirait d’un informaticien né en 1946 en France. Selon les recherches de Bellemare et Parent, l’homme ciblé dans la lettre pourrait être décédé.
Le réalisateur Stephan Parent affirme avoir remis une copie de la lettre aux crimes majeurs du Service de police de la Ville de Montréal, qui n’ont pas voulu commenter. «Je pense que les policiers vont prendre la chose au sérieux, que ça va être traité de façon efficace et professionnelle», a dit le cinéaste.
Pour sa part, Marc Bellemare dénonce vivement qu’on n’ait pas sauvé cette femme.
«[Le meurtrier] a rappelé après, quand il a vu que personne n’y allait. C’est quoi, cette affaire-là? C’est complètement ridicule. On a toutes les raisons de penser que cette femme aurait pu être sauvée», affirme-t-il.
Marc Bellemare continue de demander une enquête publique sur les enquêtes pour meurtre non résolues de huit femmes dans les années 1970.
► Toute personne détenant de l’information au sujet du meurtre peut contacter Info-Crime au 514 393-1133.
LE FIL DES ÉVÉNEMENTS

20 septembre 1977
18 h : Katherine Hawkes quitte son travail. Elle prend l’autobus pour se rendre chez elle.
Entre 18 h 30 et 19 h 30 : Katherine Hawkes est attaquée. Elle subit de violents coups à la tête et est violée. Son meurtrier appelle les services d’urgence peu de temps après. Il craint pour la vie de sa victime.
22 h 35 : Le meurtrier fait un deuxième appel à la police.
21 septembre 1977
18 h 20 : Le corps de Katherine Hawkes est retrouvé.
22 septembre 1977
Autopsie à l’Institut de médecine légale de Montréal. Le décès de Katherine Hawkes est attribué aux coups reçus à la tête ainsi qu’à un coup de froid.
♦ Premier appel aux policiers
« Monsieur, voulez-vous prendre note s’il vous plaît que je viens d’attaquer une femme au coin Bois-Franc et Henri-Bourassa, dans le sous-bois du côté nord-ouest. Dépêchez- vous monsieur, j’ai peur pour sa vie. »
♦ Deuxième appel aux policiers
« Je viens d’attaquer une femme sur le coin de Henri-Bourassa et Grenet à Ville Saint-Laurent dans le sous-bois du côté nord-ouest. Avez-vous bien compris? […] Au coin Henri-Bourassa et Grenet dans le sous-bois du côté nord-ouest. Merci. »

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Cold cases leave families in the dark – The Gazette August 21, 2016

Jesse Feith – Montreal Gazette

After coming home from a night out, Nicole Monast could always spot a sliver of light coming from under her younger sister’s bedroom door.

Hélène, two years younger, would wait up to make sure she got home safely.

They’d share a coffee and chat into the early hours of the morning — about boys, school and what they wanted out of life.

For Hélène in the summer of 1977, there was nothing she wanted more than to turn 18 that September.

She dreamed of studying to become a veterinarian, but spent the summer packing beans at a cannery, working bingo nights at the local arena and babysitting as much as she could. She’d tell Nicole of how she craved the freedom and new adventures she figured would come with adulthood.

In the weeks leading to her birthday, she had already started scribbling the number 18 beside her name on the back of the pocket-sized, 25-cent photos she would take at the mall. 

When the day finally came, she celebrated in the afternoon with her parents and siblings at the family’s South Shore home in Chambly. 

They shared cake, gave presents and caught up: Nicole had married only a month earlier and moved out of the house they’d always shared. Planning a corn roast with her husband that night, she wanted to invite Hélène. 

But Hélène had plans with her friends,  and they went their separate ways. Hélène told Nicole to stay safe, something she had recently started telling her more and more. Nicole told her to enjoy her birthday.

The next morning, Hélène was found between trees in a park bordering the Chambly Canal, half-naked and severely beaten. A neighbour noticed her lifeless body from an upstairs window. Her blue jeans, shirt and shoes were found nearby, as were cigarettes and a pack of chewing gum. She had been strangled and it’s believed she was sexually assaulted. 

Nearly 40 years later, her family still doesn’t know what happened. 

And they’re not alone. Nicole recently added her voice to those of the families of seven other women killed in Quebec between 1975 and 1981. All cases that have gone unsolved, in which evidence has been lost or destroyed, and aging family members have been left feeling ignored or forgotten.

They’re asking for answers from the government and police, and they’re demanding changes to protocols they feel have left them in the dark for decades.

They want to make sure it never happens again. Because, they say, it’s one thing to have a loved one killed, but it’s another to have to spend a lifetime not knowing who’s responsible. 

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Nicole Monast still takes the time to visit the grave of her sister, Hélène, who was killed in 1977. “I ask for strength, for help,” Nicole Monast says. “To help me keep looking, to send me signs. Anything.”
Nicole Monast still takes the time to visit the grave of her sister, Hélène, who was killed in 1977. “I ask for strength, for help,” Nicole Monast says. “To help me keep looking, to send me signs. Anything.” ALLEN MCINNIS / MONTREAL GAZETTE

It’s the lingering questions that bother Nicole the most. They nag, then go away, then show up out of nowhere and turn good days into bad ones.

“It’s been 38 years,” she says over a cup of coffee. “But you still constantly go over all these theories in your mind.”

Was Hélène killed at random or was it something planned? Was it someone who saw her that night, or someone who had targeted her for a while? Did she witness something she shouldn’t have? And why had she started telling Nicole to be safe all the time? 

That night, Hélène’s brother dropped her off at a local restaurant around 9 p.m. to meet up with a friend. He crossed paths with her later at another restaurant, Chez Marius — a popular casse-croute where young men revved their engines outside, trying to impress those inside.

Hélène was supposed to spend the night and next day at a house where her aunt was babysitting. She asked her brother for a quick ride home to pick up her jacket and a book before heading back out with her friend. 

Shortly after 11 p.m., Hélène wished her friend goodnight and walked a poorly lit street back to where she was staying.

Her aunt called the next morning to say that Hélène never came in. 

Her father, Roland, contacted the local police station to know if there had been any car accidents during the night.

“We thought it could be that,” Nicole says. “Because Chambly was a quiet place. It wasn’t a place where people were killed. And she led such a calm, normal life.”

Come afternoon, Roland was identifying his youngest daughter at the morgue. Because of the violence, he was only shown her face from the eyes up.

The killing shocked the family and town alike. Newspaper reports from the time describe dozens of anxious citizens lining the street near the crime scene to try to learn more about what happened. Theories, based more in rumour than fact, swirled and were forgotten.  

“The entire population of this peaceful town is in turmoil,” said one report, “trying by all means to find the despicable individual responsible.”

Hélène Monast had just turned 18 when she was murdered in 1977. (Allen McInnis / MONTREAL GAZETTE)
Hélène Monast had just turned 18 when she was murdered in 1977.  ALLEN MCINNIS /MONTREAL GAZETTE

They described Hélène as a young girl without any problems, who came from “an honest family with an excellent reputation among everyone in Chambly.”

Nicole’s brother called to tell her about Hélène that night. All she remembers is her body shaking so badly that she couldn’t hold the phone. Her husband tried to comfort her with a coffee she couldn’t drink. She had nightmares for months on end and became terrified of being alone. 

Her youngest brother, 11 at the time, “had never lost anyone,” Nicole says. He didn’t know what death was, and the family tried to shelter him from it.

Her mother, Lise, was distraught but tried to keep it together for her children. She hoped for the rest of her life that she would find out what happened.

She knew her chances were getting slimmer with each passing year, Nicole says, but at the same time, she thought improvements in forensic technology could lead to a breakthrough of sorts, that maybe time was actually on her side. 

When she died three years ago from liver complications, still without answers, she encouraged Nicole to keep looking. 

“He always had the biggest smile on his face, but from that point on he became … His smile just never came back.”

Nicole’s father, Roland, might have taken it the hardest.

He was always known as the “cool dad” in town, Nicole says — friends would visit and end up spending as much time with him as they would with the kids. 

He ran a popular snack bar — equipped with jukeboxes, pool tables and table football — that served hotdogs and fries. He made a living as a dynamite expert, but collected and resold scrap metal on the side. In the winter, he sold Christmas trees to the community — the family would joke about always ending up with the worst tree, because he was eager to sell the best to customers. 

He was only 46 when Hélène was killed, but never managed to return to work.

He spent his days carrying out his own searches instead, walking around Chambly or eavesdropping in restaurants and bars. He urged police to drag the entire canal next to where she was found for any possible clues. He couldn’t sleep. He’d keep binders full of information and punch the walls in anger after long days spent not finding anything. His marriage fell apart within five years, and he continued to search.

“It traumatized Mr. Monast,” says Hélène’s childhood friend, Pierrette Morin.

“He always had the biggest smile on his face, but from that point on he became … His smile just never came back.”

Hélène had been Morin’s first friend, meeting each other before they were old enough to ride bikes up and down the street their families shared.

She remembers how tense the funeral was. Instead of mourning, everyone was still trying to figure out what happened. 

“They thought maybe whoever did it would come by the funeral home and we wouldn’t even know it, there were so many people,” Morin said.

Someone left a bouquet of flowers but didn’t sign the card that was attached; everyone was suspicious.

Last September, to mark 38 years since the killing, provincial police opened a command post in the town, hoping to entice anyone with information to finally come forward.

Leading up to it, Morin helped Nicole plaster posters with Hélène’s picture at dépanneurs, grocery stores and parks, trying to jog people’s memory. 

She says she had some of the posters on her car seat recently when she parked to do groceries in Chambly.

People walking by noticed them.

“Oh, I remember her,” they said. “What ever happened with that?” 

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There are two other unsolved killings, linked closely by time and place, that Monast can’t help but bring up when she talks about her sister.

Ten days after Hélène was killed, two young men walking by a bushy area next to a train station in Montreal found a 34-year-old woman’s body below a tree, her clothes removed and piled nearby. Katherine Hawkes had been beaten, sexually assaulted and left to die.

“It’s very rare cases are solved after so much time has passed. But if any case is solvable, it’s Katherine’s case,” Hawkes’s cousin, Nancy Hawker, says.

“It’s just not normal how someone who did that could go unpunished.”

The night Hawkes was killed, a man called Montreal police twice from a pay phone to tell them he had attacked a woman and left the body where she was found. Despite the calls, Hawkes was only found the next day when the two men alerted police.

“There’s so much evidence,” Hawker says. “You have a recording. Besides the guy walking into the station and saying I did it, what more do you want?”

A month later, 23-year-old Denise Bazinet’s body was found in a ditch by Highway 35, near the St-Luc exit, less than 15 minutes away from Chambly.

“Police started an investigation and quickly stopped, and we never heard about it again,” says Bazinet’s brother, Georges.

“My mother had 10 other young children to keep raising. We were poor. We never spoke about it because my mother didn’t want to. We had no money for a lawyer or whatever to help look into it,” he said.

“It’s just not normal how someone who did that could go unpunished.”

Police have told Monast through the years that there’s no link between the cases.

“But given the circumstances,” she says, “you can’t help but think about it sometimes.”

Hoping something would give, in April, Monast joined seven other Quebec families — including the Bazinets — who also lost relatives in unsolved crimes in asking for a public inquiry into the police methods used during their investigations.

It was one of the first times in 40 years that she met with families going through similar situations. She says it helped. 

“In the eyes of people who haven’t lived through what we have, it can seem ridiculous,” she says.

“They’ll say: ‘Come on, get over it, move forward, it’s been so long.’ They’ll discourage you, and it makes you feel like everything you’ve done will never lead to anything.”

So it was nice to know she wasn’t alone, she says. 

The families are represented by former justice minister turned lawyer Marc Bellemare, and besides calling for a public inquiry into the policing methods used, they agreed on five other requests.

They all, in some way, feel something went wrong during the investigations. 

Since many of the women came from underprivileged families, some feel the killings were never properly investigated or considered priorities. Others have since had police departments confirm evidence has been lost or destroyed. All have felt left in the dark by investigators throughout the years.

The families — of victims Sharron Prior, Louise Camirand, Joanne Dorion, Lison Blais, Theresa Allore, Roxanne Luce, Bazinet and Monast — are requesting the following: 

  • That all murder cases in Quebec be handled by the Sûreté du Québec;
  • That a protocol be put in place to conserve samples and exhibits from cases in one centralized location overseen by the Sûreté du Québec;
  • That police investigators receive better training in dealing with families;
  • That families be systematically informed about the cases;
  • And that after 25 years, if no one has been charged for the crime, families be allowed to have access to the investigation file with their lawyers.

“The killings date from a long time ago and the families have the impression that they’re completely abandoned,” Bellemare says in an interview. “They have no information. No follow-up from the police. And when you say that evidence has been destroyed, it raises a lot of concerns.

“The more time that goes by, the more they want answers. But in fact, the more time goes by, the less answers they get.”

Other than last year’s command post, the last time Monast was contacted by police about the case was in 2009, she says.

An officer showed up at her front door with photos of jewelry. They asked her is she recognized it as her sister’s. She couldn’t say. It had been 32 years at that point. She’s recently been told police are conducting polygraph tests on people who were initially interviewed following the crime, and analyzing photos from Hélène’s funeral. 

According to Sûreté du Québec spokesperson Martine Asselin, the provincial police’s cold case unit has 10 full-time investigators. In 2010, the police department established a structure that allows the unit to call on 250 investigators from the SQ’s major crimes unit when needed.

“The (cold case) unit’s mandate is to re-take cases and look at them from a different angle — to see if all the steps were followed and validate that each step was well done,” Asselin explained. That can include re-examining old notes on the case, going over remaining evidence and returning to talk to witnesses again. A fresh set of eyes alone can sometimes go a long way, Asselin said. 

“There’s always someone somewhere who knows something.”

There are a number of factors that lead to a file being transferred to the cold case unit, but in general, Asselin said, the unit takes over cases around five years after the initial investigation started.

The Sûreté du Québec considers it has roughly 800 unsolved homicides, dating back to the 1960s.

Asselin said the small unit has to juggle staying in touch with families and doing investigative work.

“There’s not one family that reacts the same way,” she said, “Some families would rather talk to the investigators each year, others will tell us to only ever call them if we have something new to tell them.”

It’s crucial families don’t give up hope, she said, adding that cases do get solved decades later. 

“There are a lot of elements that could lead to someone wanting to talk who never wanted to 30 years ago,” she said. “Maybe their situation has changed and they want to free themselves of what they know before dying.

“There’s always someone somewhere who knows something.”

Nicole agrees. It’s almost impossible that there isn’t someone out there who knows what happened to her sister, she says.

Maybe someone had one drink too many at a bar and started talking, she’s thought. Maybe a confession has been heard somewhere, or someone has bragged about it in prison. She has a hard time believing that someone could live with themselves for so long without ever telling anyone.

She’s also deeply aware that knowing could bring closure as easily as it could bring pain.

“You fear it could hurt,” she says, “It could be someone who we knew. I’m also scared it could go to the justice system and they could get a sentence that isn’t severe enough, because it’s been so long.

“Is it better to know, or not to? That’s impossible to answer,” she says. There’s also the chance, Nicole concedes, that given how long ago it was, whoever is responsible has since died.

“But I can’t mourn without knowing what happened,” she says. 

Hélène Monast is buried along a row of lean trees in the back corner of a once more intimate cemetery in Chambly. (Allen McInnis / MONTREAL GAZETTE)
Hélène Monast is buried along a row of lean trees in the back corner of a once more intimate cemetery in Chambly.  ALLEN MCINNIS / MONTREAL GAZETTE

When she does try to mourn, she knows where to go.

Hélène is buried along a row of lean trees in the back corner of a once more intimate cemetery in Chambly, one that’s lost its seclusion as the town has developed over the last 40 years.

A short drive from where Hélène was killed, the dark granite slab bears only a single inscription, engraved below a white dove: Hélène Monast, 1959-1977. Below the text is a plastic-covered piece of paper Nicole comes and replaces every now and again to make sure it stays intact. 

Hélène Monast’s naked body was found on Sept. 11, 1977, it reads. None of the leads explored during the investigation have helped solve the crime yet. A $2,000 reward is in place for any information.

Nicole still visits the grave at least a few times a year, she says, not always sure why.

“I ask for strength, for help,” she says. “To help me keep looking, to send me signs. Anything.”

A month ago, Nicole found herself going through her mother’s jewelry box for the first time since she died. She was surprised by what she found: a small golden name-tag with Hélène’s name engraved on it, from her time working at the arena.

Her mother had kept it all these years.

“I know it can seem a little strange,” Nicole says as she unclasps it from her purse, where she keeps it now. “But it felt like a reminder to not give up.”

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Despite the many setbacks and false hopes, Nicole admits she’ll never be able to leave what happened to her sister alone. 

Promising leads have fizzled out or been debunked. Petitions to politicians have gone unanswered. A request to the town for a small plaque to honour Hélène was denied. Her calls for better lighting along the street and park where Hélène was killed have been ignored.

Nicole’s brothers were more the type to try to move on, she says. To try to forget and look forward. She admits to days where she wishes she could, too.

Nicole Monast visits her father Roland, 85, at a seniors’ home in Chambly. He was 46 when his youngest daughter, Hélène, was killed on her 18th birthday in 1977 “It’s a big piece of me that I lost. And it doesn’t go away. Not at all," he says. (Allen McInnis / MONTREAL GAZETTE)
Nicole Monast visits her father Roland, 85, at a seniors’ home in Chambly. He was 46 when his youngest daughter, Hélène, was killed on her 18th birthday in 1977 “It’s a big piece of me that I lost. And it doesn’t go away. Not at all,” he says.  ALLEN MCINNIS / MONTREAL GAZETTE

But she can’t help but keep hoping for an ending. Her father, for all it’s taken from him, does the same.

Ronald Monast, 85, lives out his days in old age home in Chambly, a five-minute drive between where his daughter was killed and where she was buried.

Walking into the home’s communal room, Nicole finds him asleep, sitting upward on a couch near the room’s windows. A television blares against the wall, a few other seniors play cards or sip on tea. 

Nicole approaches him and wakes him with a gentle pat on the back. Confused at first, his eyes widen as he recognizes her.  A smile wrinkles across his face. They hug and she guides him toward his room. 

“A crazy person must have been going by there. That’s all it can be.”

Suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, his memory seems to be worsening each passing day, Nicole says. But she knows he still remembers what happened.

He’s not allowed to talk about it at the old age home —  it’s too negative for the other people living there, he’s been told. But he carries a photo of Hélène around in his pocket every day.

And sometimes, when he thinks no one is watching, Nicole catches him take it out, close his eyes and gently press it against his lips.

In his room, one of the last remaining photos of Hélène  — of her blowing out candles on a cake for her 17th birthday — hangs on the wall. Another photo of her sits beside his medicine and bandages on a dresser. A custom-made calendar shows his two daughters riding horses.

As they speak, Roland shows all the traits that made him so popular among teenagers all those years ago. Witty and quick, he makes Nicole laugh with jokes about his age and by singing French love songs. She’ll later say that it was a good day.

She sits him down by a window as he thinks back to what happened.

“She loved animals,” he says of Hélène. “Loved animals: dogs and cats.”

Hélène loved children too, he says. “She was like Santa Claus,” he says, always bringing them gifts when she babysat.

“She loved animals,” he repeats, struggling to get his thoughts straight. “It was terrible how much she loved animals.”

Nicole stands up and asks him if he needs anything, but he frowns and tells her he’s fine.

“It was quite a thing,” he mumbles. He’s still always wondering why it happened to Hélène, he says, almost to himself. 

“A crazy person must have been going by there. That’s all it can be.”

He takes a deep breath, exhales and looks back out the window. He’s lucky he has other children, he says, pointing toward Nicole while she looks away.

“It’s a big piece of me that I lost. And it doesn’t go away. Not at all.”

Anyone with information about Hélène Monast’s case is asked to call Échec au crime at 1-800-711-1800. Anyone with information leading to an arrest could be eligible for a $2,000 reward.

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Lost or destroyed evidence: “They don’t explain it. They don’t admit their wrongdoing. And they haven’t ever apologized.”

Stéphane Luce was 13 years old, trying to sleep through stomach aches at a dormitory when his mother, Roxanne, was beaten into a coma at home in 1981. The attacker used a wooden stick wrapped in a garbage bag, held together by five pieces of electrical tape.

She was found the next morning, and died three days later in a hospital.

Police found the weapon beside a shed behind the apartment. But they’ve since lost the bag, the electrical tape and a fingerprint that was found on the weapon, Luce says.

A hair found on the weapon, Luce says he was told, was destroyed in 1983 in an effort to make room at the police laboratory in Montreal.

Luce hadn’t worried about his mother’s case until the late 90s, assuming police were on top of it.

“I listened to what police told me and didn’t ask any questions,” he says.

But his mother being a freelance photographer, he wondered what had happened to all her negatives. So in 1997, he went to the police headquarters to ask if they had them.

“It’s as if it’s branded with a hot iron on my subconscious.”

He found out about the hair and the fingerprint — two pieces of evidence he said his family never knew existed. Then he found out they had been lost or destroyed just as quickly.

“They don’t explain it. They don’t admit their wrongdoing, and they haven’t ever apologized,” he says. 

Longueuil police wouldn’t confirm which pieces of evidence are missing in Luce’s case, but said that some evidence was lost or destroyed when it was handed over to other organizations for expertise.

Unlike many cold cases, police have long had a suspect in mind for the case, Luce says. But police have told him that the destroyed or lost exhibits aren’t needed for the investigation.

“So I tell them: ‘Well, if you don’t need them, then why hasn’t there been an arrest?’”

He can try all he wants not to think about what happened to his mother and who did it, he said, but it still creeps into his thoughts almost every day.

“It’s as if it’s branded with a hot iron on my subconscious.”

In April, he joined seven other families in asking for the public inquiry into the policing methods used in their cases.

“I have the proof that it happens and I don’t want it to happen anymore,” Luce said. “If I have to live with the fact that my mother’s killing will never be solved, I want to at least make sure that kind of error doesn’t happen again.”

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Francis Laforest: Poirier Enquete: Saison 1 / Épisode 03

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Poirier Enquete va continuer ce soir avec l’histoire de Francis Laforest:

Francis Laforest, copropriétaire du Bistro McTavish à Terrebonne, a 29 ans lorsqu’on l’agresse sur le boulevard Terrebonne. Deux individus cagoulés sortent d’une camionnette, le frappent avec un bâton de baseball, puis le laissent pour mort. Il décède peu après, à l’hôpital. Bien qu’aucun suspect n’ait été arrêté, on soupçonne des motards criminalisés qui voulaient gérer la vente de drogue au McTavish, mais les Laforest résistaient au chantage. Depuis le meurtre, deux des suspects ont disparu.

Le dossier fait partie du portefeuille cold-case de la Sûreté du Québec (SQ a compétence sur Terrebonne – clique ici)

Voici ici pour un extrait (non disponible aux Etats-Unis)

Aggression: Compton, QC – 1977

Gilliard House, Compton. 2016

Gilliard House, Compton. 2016

Une femme qui était un étudiant au collège Champlain (et en résidence à King Hall, Compton) en 1977 m’a contacté ce matin. Pendant l’année scolaire 1977-1978, elle et quelques amis ont été auto-stop retour de Lennoxville à Compton.

J’ai détaillé beaucoup de comptes comme celui-ci. Vous pouvez trouver un affichage sur le sujet ici (cliquez ici).

King's Hall, Compton. 2016

King’s Hall, Compton. 2016

Je reçois beaucoup de courriels comme celui-ci. Mais ils sont rarement ce détail (et effrayant) – et elle-même m’a prévenu des compromis de la mémoire. En outre, il est pas un seul compte, il est trois témoins (oui, je leur nom):

À l’automne ’77 ou Spring ’78 (je sais qu’il n’y avait pas de neige au sol) deux amis et je raté la navette mi après-midi du campus et a commencé à l’auto-stop Kings Hall. Je pense que nous sommes allés chercher juste après la dernière barre à droite à la sortie de Lennoxville. Je ne me rappelle pas le nom de ce bar, qui a été fréquenté par la population locale. Je suis dans le dos et a glissé vers derrière le conducteur, laissant place à un ami à côté de moi, l’autre ami a obtenu à l’avant. La voiture était plus âgé, pas «battre» dans le sens des dommages, ce que nous avons appelé un «tacot». Cela m’a rappelé un vieux taxi avec deux sièges de style banc et avec la suspension en vrac et les manœuvres d’une grosse voiture américaine, plus bateau comme de voiture. Je ne me souviens pas de la couleur de la voiture, mais ce ne fut pas quelque chose de flashy ou hors de l’ordinaire.

De l’arrière, je pensais que le conducteur était “vieux”. Pour 17 ans je devine que cela signifiait plus vieux que mon père qui aurait été 52 à ce moment-là. Mon impression était qu’il était à court et même sur le léger côté. Il nous a conduits une partie du chemin à Compton mais a tourné à gauche sur une route secondaire, va dans le mauvais sens pour nous emmener à Kings Hall. Au départ, nous avons supposé qu’il arrêterait mais il a continué à conduire en dépit de nos protestations. À une courte distance Susan, sur le siège avant, a crié quelque chose, peut-être “arrêter la voiture putain”. En ce moment, le conducteur a ralenti un peu pour traverser ce qui aurait pu une bosse ou voie ferrée? Il n’y avait rien autour, pas de maisons, des voitures ou des personnes. Elle ouvrit la porte de la voiture pendant que nous avançons, à quel point le conducteur a ralenti encore plus et elle a sauté. Cela le surprit assez qu’il a arrêté assez longtemps pour que ceux d’entre nous dans le dos pour brouiller out. Il partit en avant. Nous sommes arrivés à la route principale et je pense que nous étions soit ramassé par la navette de l’école ou peut-être marché le reste du chemin.

En 2012, je revis Kings Hall, a été rappelé l’histoire, et est arrivé de passer un officier de police stationné dans la ville de Compton. En fait, je lui ai dit arrêté pour l’histoire et laissé mon numéro de téléphone au cas où la mort de votre sœur était toujours sous enquête. Je me suis toujours regretté que nous ne disons rien à l’administration scolaire de cet incident. Ma seule excuse était mon jugement catastrophique comme dix-sept ans, plus de peur que mes parents pourraient découvrir que j’avais été l’auto-stop.

Alors, voici ma question: la police de Compton suivi à ce sujet? Signalez-le à HQ? Signalez-le à la Sûreté du Québec? Demandez à quelqu’un dans la communauté si elles se souviennent de quelque chose? Conduire la route (probablement la Rivière Moe – nous avons entendu beaucoup de comptes menant à là) pour voir si elle bocaux des souvenirs? Faire n’importe quoi?

Je pensais que cela irréaliste, pas plus. Il est un de 38 ans à cold-case: il n’y a rien à perdre. Et en outre…

c’est ce que de bons officiers de police font.

Aggression: Compton, QC – 1977

King's Hall, Compton. 2016

King’s Hall, Compton. 2016

A women who was a student at Champlain college (and in residence at King’s Hall, Compton) in 1977 contacted me this morning. During the 1977-78 academic year she and some friends were hitchhiking back from Lennoxville to Compton.

I have detailed a lot of accounts like this. You can find a posting on the subject here (click here).

Gilliard House, Compton. 2016

Gilliard House, Compton. 2016

I receive a lot of emails like this. But rarely are they this detailed (and frightening) – and she herself warned me of the compromises of memory. Also, it’s not a single account, it’s three witnesses (yes, I have their names):

In Fall ’77 or Spring ’78 (I know there was no snow on the ground) two friends and I missed the mid afternoon shuttle from campus and started hitchhiking to King’s Hall. I think we got picked up just past the last bar on the right on the way out of Lennoxville. I can’t recall the name of this bar, which was patronized by locals. I got in the back and slid over to behind the driver, leaving room for one friend beside me, the other friend got in the front. The car was older, not “beat up” in the sense of damage, what we would have called a “clunker”. It reminded me of an old taxi with two bench style seats and with the loose suspension and maneuvering of a large american car, more boat like than car. I cannot recall the colour of the car, but it was not something flashy or out of the ordinary. 

From the back I thought the driver was “old”. To a 17 year old I am guessing this meant older than my father who would have been 52 at that time. My impression was that he was short and even on the slight side. He drove us part way to Compton but then turned left onto a side road, going the wrong way to take us to Kings Hall. Initially we assumed he would stop but he kept driving despite our protestations. Within a short distance Susan, in the front seat, shouted something, maybe “stop the fucking car”. Just then the driver slowed a little to cross what might have been a bump or railroad tracks? There was nothing around, no houses, cars or people. She opened the car door while we were moving, at which point the driver slowed down even more and she jumped out. This startled him enough that he stopped long enough for those of us in the back to scramble out.  He drove off ahead. We got to the main road and I think we were either picked up by the school shuttle or possibly walked the rest of the way.

In 2012 I revisited Kings Hall, was reminded of the story, and happened to pass a police officer parked in the town of Compton. I actually stopped to told her the story and left my phone number in case your sister’s death was still under investigation. I always regretted that we did not say anything to the school administration about this incident. My only excuse was my abysmal judgement as a seventeen year old plus fear that my parents might find out I had been hitchhiking. 

So here’s my question: Compton police follow up on this? Report it to HQ? Report it to the Surete du Quebec? Ask anyone in the community if they remember anything? Drive the road (probably Moe’s River – we’ve heard lots of accounts leading to there) to see if it jars any memories? Do anything?

I used to think this unrealistic, not anymore. It’s a 38 year old cold-case: there is nothing to lose. And besides…

that’s what good police officers do.

 

 

Who watches the watchmen, Mr. Coiteux?

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I noticed the following on Twitter yesterday afternoon:

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Now there’s nothing wrong with Martin Coiteux enjoying the Montreal Grand Prix, I just found it slightly inappropriate that he would be using his public Twitter account to do so:

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Then I was quickly reminded that Mr. Coiteux actually holds two offices in the Liberal cabinet:

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There’s nothing illegal about dual mandates. However there is something that smells entirely inappropriate about the Minister of Municipal Affairs also being the Minister of Public Safety. 

Depending on who you believe, the economic impact of the Montreal Grand Prix is estimated at anywhere between $42M to $89M. With all that cash coming to town, you wouldn’t say, want to admit you might have a problem with prostitution and human trafficking, in fact, to keep everyone happy, you might even wish to turn a blind-eye to the problem, as evidenced by the following in last  week’s Gazette:

The Canadian Grand Prix weekend means big business for Montreal’s sex trade, as partying race fans roar into the city on their annual pilgrimage.

Experts say major international sporting events, such as the World Cup and the Olympics, raise the demands for young, female prostitutes.

Montreal’s annual high-octane extravaganza is no exception, but many of the sex workers who are used to fill the commercial void are unwilling participants, human rights activists say.

The article goes on to say that enforcement fn the sex-tourism trade in Canada has been “slack”:

(UBC law professor Benjamin Perrin) also said Canada has lagged when it comes to rounding up sex tourists, who travel abroad abusing children. Perrin said sex tourism drives human trafficking around the world.

Canada, meanwhile, has convicted only one person in the past decade on sex-tourism charges, he said.

“We’ve really fallen behind globally in preventing our child-sex offenders from exploiting children in impoverished countries overseas,” said Perrin, the founder of The Future Group, a non-governmental organization dedicated to ending human trafficking.

The same is true for police forces. A Public Safety Minister who is also a Municipal Affairs Minister wouldn’t want to look to closely at the Montreal police who appear to be spiraling out of control, that could hurt tourism:

Montreal police chief stays coy about probe into ethical breaches

And just think of the negative economic impacts of admitting sexual predators and – here I’ll say it – serial killers have been preying on the province for decades?

You can’t serve two interests, M. Coiteux. It may not be illegal, but it is certainly inappropriate and unethical.

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Qui garde les gardiens, Martin Coiteux?

J’ai remarqué ce qui suit sur Twitter hier après-midi:

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Donc, il n’y a rien mal de Martin Coiteux profiter du Grand Prix de Montréal, je viens de découvrir légèrement inapproprié qu’il utiliserait son compte Twitter public de le faire:

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Ensuite, on m’a rapidement rappelé que M. Coiteux détient effectivement deux bureaux dans le cabinet libéral:

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Il n’y a rien d’illégal à un double mandat. Cependant, il y a quelque chose qui sent tout à fait inapproprié de la ministre des Affaires municipales étant également le ministre de la Sécurité publique.

En fonction de qui vous croyez, l’impact économique du Grand Prix de Montréal est estimé à quelque part entre 42M $ à 89M $. Avec tout ce que l’argent provenant de la ville, vous ne diriez pas, veulent admettre que vous pourriez avoir un problème avec la prostitution et la traite des personnes, en fait, pour garder tout le monde heureux, vous pourriez même avoir envie de tourner un oeil aveugle au problème, comme en témoigne ce qui suit dans la Gazette de la semaine dernière:

Le week-end du Grand Prix signifie la grande entreprise pour le commerce du sexe de Montréal, les amateurs de course de la fête rugissent dans la ville sur leur pèlerinage annuel.

Les experts disent que les grands événements sportifs internationaux, tels que la Coupe du Monde et les Jeux Olympiques, élever les exigences pour les jeunes, les femmes prostituées.

extravaganza-haut indice d’octane annuel de Montréal ne fait pas exception, mais la plupart des travailleurs du sexe qui sont utilisés pour combler le vide commercial sont des participants involontaires, disent les militants des droits de l’homme.

L’article poursuit en disant que l’application fn le commerce du tourisme sexuel au Canada a été «slack»:

( professeur de droit de UBC Benjamin Perrin) a également dit que le Canada a pris du retard en ce qui concerne l’arrondissement des touristes sexuels, qui Voyage à l’étranger qui abusent des enfants. Perrin a déclaré le tourisme sexuel entraîne la traite des personnes dans le monde entier.

Canada, quant à lui, a condamné une seule personne dans la dernière décennie sur les frais du tourisme sexuel, dit-il.

«Nous avons vraiment pris du retard au niveau mondial dans la prévention de nos agresseurs sexuels d’enfants de l’exploitation des enfants dans les pays pauvres à l’étranger», a déclaré Perrin, le fondateur de The Future Group, une organisation non gouvernementale qui se consacre à mettre fin à la traite des personnes.

La même chose est vraie pour les forces de police. Un ministre de la Sécurité publique qui est également ministre des Affaires municipales ne voudrait pas se tourner vers de près la police de Montréal qui semblent échapper à tout contrôle, cela pourrait nuire au tourisme:

Chef de la police de Montréal reste discret sur la sonde en manquement à l’éthique

Et il suffit de penser aux impacts économiques négatifs d’admettre les prédateurs sexuels et – ici, je vais le dire – les tueurs en série ont été en prennent sur la province depuis des décennies?

Vous ne pouvez servir deux intérêts, M. Coiteux. Il ne peut pas être illégal, mais il est certainement inappropriée et contraire à l’éthique.

Stuart Peacock: Mise à jour

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La Sûreté du Québec m’a appelé le vendredi. Voici quelques mises à jour, ils me donnaient:

  • Bien qu’au cours des 16 dernières années, la Sûreté du Québec m’a donné plusieurs assurances que j’a obtenu l’accès à tout dans le dossier cold-case de ma sœur, il se tourne maintenant que ce n’est pas vrai. Il existe un rapport final de détective Roch Gaudreault, mais à cause de “problèmes de confidentialité” Je ne suis pas autorisé à le voir. La SQ m’a assuré que je pouvais toujours faire une demande d’accès à l’information pour essayer d’obtenir le fichier.

Le programme ne sont pas disponibles pour l’affichage aux États-Unis.

Stuart Peacock: an update

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The Surete du Quebec called me on friday. Here are a few updates that they gave me:

  • Although over the last 16 years the Surete du Quebec has given me several assurances that I was granted access to EVERYTHING in my sister’s cold-case file, it now turns out that this is not true. There exists a final report from detective Roch Gaudreault, but because of “issues of confidentiality” I am not allowed to see it. The SQ assured me that I could always make an access-to-information request to try and obtain the file.
  • Exhuming the body: I again asked the SQ if they had any interest in exhuming the body to see if there were any physical DNA evidence on Theresa from the perpetrator.  The SQ is still taking this under consideration.

Finally, I thought I should mention that the second episode of Poirier Enquete is now streaming on the Historia website. It covers the murder of Jolene Riendeau (click here).

The program is not available for viewing in the United States.