I’m going to give this my best
attempt to write about my son, Chosen
Michael Washington. His life and his
recent tragic death. I will be brief and
try not to vent, or display too much
anger, and most importantly, not use
this publication to emotionally grieve
to the public.
There is no way possible to write
something perfect, so if you decide to
continue please bear with me. My son
was bi- racial and by all appearances,
never seemed to struggle with it. To
me, it was as if he enjoyed being his
own unique man. Obviously, in the
world we live in, he was influenced in
all directions, but never conformed to
any of the venom that surrounded him
daily. He rejected and hated the “thug
life”. He didn’t cuss, smoke, do drugs,
drink alcohol, or insulted anyone.
When available he would help us work
motorcycle benefits, photo shoots,
and jump on the road crew with us
traveling the state. He articulated and
communicated very well with all ages
of the biker community. I received
many compliments on his social skills,
and the fact that he was respectful
without kissing anyone’s ass.
At 17, he graduated at the top of
his class, and instead of USING his
minority status to gain government
assistance for a future, he decided to
serve his country in the Army National
Guard while pursuing a college degree.
After graduating from boot camp,
he returned to his home town of St.
Martinville, La., focused, and with
high aspirations for a productive life,
(thanks to all his mentors along the
way).
On May 9, 2018, just 6 months
after his graduation, he was shot in
the face and killed by some thug in
his home town. Details will always be
speculative and are unimportant…
because he is simply just GONE now.
I cannot begin to describe my
thoughts and emotions at his funeral.
My observations were as follows:
There were probably 200 towns people
including his Army National Guard
unit, students, friends, and teachers to
honor my son.
On his behalf the Patriot Guard
Riders were present who decorated
the entire church property and grave
area with American flags. My son and
We Had Plans
Chosen m. Washington
7-21-1999 - 5-9-2018
I were also honored to have two members
of the Southside Maniacs MC from Houma
attend to show respect, “Lightswitch” and
Naomi. I really appreciated that. THANK
YOU, Patriot Guard Riders, I now consider
you my brothers for everything that you
did for my son’s funeral, and for trucking in
all the flags. - Doug Nobles State Captain,
Roland Sanchez, Ride captain, and Clarke
Jones our photographer… my road dawg!
Also, to one of our loving models Cynthia Le
ling Ling Vo, and our good friends John and
Becky Swiney, and to Billy Doherty for the
beautiful flowers draping the casket.
PERSONAL NOTE: There was a racist and
backstabbing obituary printed. It excluded
ME, the father, and his total Caucasian and
Mexican sides of the family. So, I would like
to recognize my other two sons who were
his brothers. Jason Vermillion of Ohio, and
Alan Jurgen Fehn of Guadalajara Mexico.
And his aunt and Uncle Rick and Marsha
Picone of Ohio. (unable to mention so many
others).
A NOTE TO MY SON
“We had big plans son, what the hell
were you thinking?”
LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART…DAD
WRITTEN BY A LOVING FATHER
ANDREW FEHN
Publisher
Thunder Roads LA/MS. Magazine
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