Clifford Louis Augustine Sr., 82, of Oak Park, at times called “Padre,” “Amigo” and “Brother Cliff” by friends, died on Jan. 15, 2022. Born on Sept. 18, 1939, his chief interests were politics, theology, and philosophy — he earned a degree in all three. He loved Belize, and looked forward to his weekly Amandala newspaper from Belize in the mail. He spent most of his life trying to logically understand God via books while his wife constantly reminded him that God can also be known experientially, in daily experiences.
After the priesthood, he was a banana farmer who served as chairman of the Banana Control Board in Cow Pen and also engaged in a political campaign for Stann Creek Rural. In the U.S. he was an instructor for many years with Malcom X City College and the Spanish Coalition for Jobs. A strong advocate for social equity and justice, he was loved and respected.
His passing ends a Belizean love story with his wife of almost 48 years. His wife, children, other relatives, and friends in Belize, Cayman Islands, and the U.S. will miss his singing while preparing fry jack and johnny cake. His last words to his children were to live for others.
Cliff leaves behind his wife, Elma Whittaker-Augustine; his children, Kafara Augustine, Clifford “Ras Pin” Augustine, and Karena Augustine-Plepel (of Oak Park); and two grandchildren, James and Sophia Plepel (son-in-law James Plepel). He was very close to his in-laws, William “Junior” Whittaker, Rosie Whittaker-Myles, Wendell Whittaker, Alvin “Mas” Whittaker and Wayne Whittaker and their family. He is also survived by his uncle, Paul Casimiro; his nieces, and nephews; and several cousins, including Conrad Lewis, Jessie and Russell Nunez and Dr. Ted Aranda. He was predeceased by his parents Luke and Candida Augustine; his siblings, Margaret Augustine-Aranda and Dudley Augustine; and his brother in-law, James Aranda.
A Mass of celebration and goodbye will be held in Belize at a future date.
Drums of my Fathers / of my Grandfathers / of my Ancestors / Drumming in my psyche / Souls of my Fathers Drum! Beat! Beat On! Drum On! And On!
Ayo, brother Cliff! The drums of your father will beat on and on. We love you.