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What does a Haitian look like? Did you expect me to have Biscayne Bay's seawater dripping from my clothes? Did you expect me to be barefoot and hungry? Possibly dark like the tents of Kedar? Nappy hair? Accent on my tongue? Working in a factory and carrying a bucket on my head? Did you not recognize me because I was not pushing a cart or planting sugar cane in some fields? Perhaps you did not recognize me because I did not have my voodoo drum with me today? Is that why?
Or is it because you only know me through the eyes and bifocals of CNN and ABC who choose to only film my ghettos and slums, but not my beaches and art galleries, my beautiful houses and rolling hills? Yes, in fact, I am Haitian, PURE HAITIAN. I am of a divine line of people who have braved the metaphorical coldest winters of war for freedom and revolution. I am an amalgamation of African, Taino/Arawak Indian as well as a mixture of past colonizers and immigrants to my land such as the Polish, The French, The Spanish, and Arabs.
My mother, Haiti, was the original Statue of Liberty, and she held the truest and original beacon light of true hope and freedom. If you see me today, light skin, caramel, dark, straight hair, curly hair, blue or hazel eyes, brown skin, black skin, educated, english-speaking, hardly an accent, french and spanish speaking, multi-lingual, doctor, lawyer, engineer, teacher, college student, well-dressed, boating, playing golf or basketball...whatever the case may be, it doesn't change the fact that I am Haitian, not only because I was born in Haiti, but because Haiti was born in me.
Hopefully one day the anesthesia and novocain that has been administered to you by the media and history will wear off and you will come to your senses and realize that America is not the only melting pot. By the way, I only said you don't look American only because the true and real American were/are the indigeneous people of this land named "Indians" whom you immigrants killed and ran off their own lands as you scoured their land with manifest destiny. Have a nice day."
Although paraphrased, this is the usual tirade of responses that I give and then, well, basically, I am left alone. Some will want to know more, the ignorant will shy away from me for fear that at any moment I may possibly explode, but I smile and walk away in a stately manner, proud of my skin, my color, my bloodline and most of all, my heritage.
I also agree with Carl, that many Haitians tend to fall into this pit where they cannot believe that a person is Haitian. I have heard Haitian men say "Ti dam sa bèl epi se Ayisienne li ye" or "fanm sa si tèlman bèl li pa ka Ayisienne". I have traveled many corners of Haiti and seen many colors, shapes and sizes, and wonder if I am the only one that has seen the rainbow coalition of Haiti.
When we Haitians make these comments, or immediately answer the question "where are you from" with "Well, I'm half French and half Dominican", or "I am from Haiti but my father is French/Italian/Spanish", as if to apologize for one's color and heritage, it becomes sickening and throws me back to the pages of Frantz Fanon.
Years ago, my generation, which I will call Generation X, would walk around with Jamaican accents hanging from their lips in hopes of being seen as Jamaican and not Haitian. It is not as prevalent today as it was then, but traces of it are still here. Many Haitians have been pricked by the needle filled with media anesthesia and choose to dismember their nationality.
My job is to make sure that our youth today know who they are and are proud of their heritage, cultural background, history and color...and I use everything from poetry, storytelling, hip-hop and roundtable discussions to get at them, as opposed to the aloof manner that some use. When I meet with kids and can relate to them from their Americanized point of view, they ask me the same question, "Are you sure you're Haitian", and I reply, "Last time I checked, I'm 100% rice and beans, griot, kreyol, drums, konpa, and a whole lot more". From there, it no longer becomes an uphill battle.
Excellent topic. Thanks for giving me the space "pou'm degaje konsyans mwen".
Respectfully and Haitianly Yours,
SIGNED: Prosper Sylvain, Jr. (Makendal30)
"I am Haitian not only because I was born in Haiti, but because Haiti was born in me."
im so damn tired of this shit. i mean...no one understands whats it like to be haitian. i mean...i couldnt be anything else. i love my heritage...i love my country...it made me who i am. but then...everytime i read in the fucking news about the obviuos injustice other countries impart on us such as :
http://www.indybay.org/international/haiti/ the dumb shit thats going on in haiti now. thanks to america...the good ole us of a for backing this coupe wich as led us back to the post-duvaleir era. thats always the best. dumb fucks...yeah i hate america...you cqnt be a true haitian and not hate america.
and thats so weird....im sick of reading i the news about another aitian getting shot...and weird...this one is right in front of the house area. i want to go home and see my dadda...this shit is getting serious.
now about me:
today...has been a bad day...im hungry...i gots no sleep cause rosee couldnt sleep...i dont even know what to say...fuck this
Or is it because you only know me through the eyes and bifocals of CNN and ABC who choose to only film my ghettos and slums, but not my beaches and art galleries, my beautiful houses and rolling hills? Yes, in fact, I am Haitian, PURE HAITIAN. I am of a divine line of people who have braved the metaphorical coldest winters of war for freedom and revolution. I am an amalgamation of African, Taino/Arawak Indian as well as a mixture of past colonizers and immigrants to my land such as the Polish, The French, The Spanish, and Arabs.
My mother, Haiti, was the original Statue of Liberty, and she held the truest and original beacon light of true hope and freedom. If you see me today, light skin, caramel, dark, straight hair, curly hair, blue or hazel eyes, brown skin, black skin, educated, english-speaking, hardly an accent, french and spanish speaking, multi-lingual, doctor, lawyer, engineer, teacher, college student, well-dressed, boating, playing golf or basketball...whatever the case may be, it doesn't change the fact that I am Haitian, not only because I was born in Haiti, but because Haiti was born in me.
Hopefully one day the anesthesia and novocain that has been administered to you by the media and history will wear off and you will come to your senses and realize that America is not the only melting pot. By the way, I only said you don't look American only because the true and real American were/are the indigeneous people of this land named "Indians" whom you immigrants killed and ran off their own lands as you scoured their land with manifest destiny. Have a nice day."
Although paraphrased, this is the usual tirade of responses that I give and then, well, basically, I am left alone. Some will want to know more, the ignorant will shy away from me for fear that at any moment I may possibly explode, but I smile and walk away in a stately manner, proud of my skin, my color, my bloodline and most of all, my heritage.
I also agree with Carl, that many Haitians tend to fall into this pit where they cannot believe that a person is Haitian. I have heard Haitian men say "Ti dam sa bèl epi se Ayisienne li ye" or "fanm sa si tèlman bèl li pa ka Ayisienne". I have traveled many corners of Haiti and seen many colors, shapes and sizes, and wonder if I am the only one that has seen the rainbow coalition of Haiti.
When we Haitians make these comments, or immediately answer the question "where are you from" with "Well, I'm half French and half Dominican", or "I am from Haiti but my father is French/Italian/Spanish", as if to apologize for one's color and heritage, it becomes sickening and throws me back to the pages of Frantz Fanon.
Years ago, my generation, which I will call Generation X, would walk around with Jamaican accents hanging from their lips in hopes of being seen as Jamaican and not Haitian. It is not as prevalent today as it was then, but traces of it are still here. Many Haitians have been pricked by the needle filled with media anesthesia and choose to dismember their nationality.
My job is to make sure that our youth today know who they are and are proud of their heritage, cultural background, history and color...and I use everything from poetry, storytelling, hip-hop and roundtable discussions to get at them, as opposed to the aloof manner that some use. When I meet with kids and can relate to them from their Americanized point of view, they ask me the same question, "Are you sure you're Haitian", and I reply, "Last time I checked, I'm 100% rice and beans, griot, kreyol, drums, konpa, and a whole lot more". From there, it no longer becomes an uphill battle.
Excellent topic. Thanks for giving me the space "pou'm degaje konsyans mwen".
Respectfully and Haitianly Yours,
SIGNED: Prosper Sylvain, Jr. (Makendal30)
"I am Haitian not only because I was born in Haiti, but because Haiti was born in me."
im so damn tired of this shit. i mean...no one understands whats it like to be haitian. i mean...i couldnt be anything else. i love my heritage...i love my country...it made me who i am. but then...everytime i read in the fucking news about the obviuos injustice other countries impart on us such as :
http://www.indybay.org/international/haiti/ the dumb shit thats going on in haiti now. thanks to america...the good ole us of a for backing this coupe wich as led us back to the post-duvaleir era. thats always the best. dumb fucks...yeah i hate america...you cqnt be a true haitian and not hate america.
and thats so weird....im sick of reading i the news about another aitian getting shot...and weird...this one is right in front of the house area. i want to go home and see my dadda...this shit is getting serious.
now about me:
today...has been a bad day...im hungry...i gots no sleep cause rosee couldnt sleep...i dont even know what to say...fuck this