On the Front Lines with Haiti's Vigilantes
A beat-up truck with dark windows and no license plates pulls into the main market of Miragoâne, a hardworking coastal town in Haiti’s southern peninsula. The no-nonsense government commissioner, Jean Ernest Muscadin, steps out into the fierce August glare and shoulders his rifle for a patrol. Bald, clean-shaven, and muscled enough to fill the sleeves of his shirt, he walks with quick and…



















