Continued from Part 1 and Part 2… During those three months in Haiti, I never experienced physical or verbal threats. I even pushed the limits. I took risks I probably shouldn’t have, especially walking the streets alone at night. One night, I returned home alone just after 10pm, almost four hours after the sun had Read More …
Continued from Part 1… Haiti, and more specifically the capital of Port-au-Prince, is a place where blan, as well as milat (mulattos) are rarely seen walking the streets or taking public transportation, especially by themselves. The reason – as most anthropologists would say – is complicated. Many cite the threat of violence as reason enough Read More …
Waiting at the terminal gate, I was surrounded by Haitians and Haitian diasporans. I was one of only a handful of blan (white/foreigners) waiting for the plane to arrive, the one that would take us directly to Port-au-Prince. Despite quiet attempts to avoid bringing attention to myself – a tactic employed for as long as Read More …
I’m a writer. There. I said it. The truth is I’ve been in denial of that for a very long time. It hadn’t even occurred to me to call myself a writer. Looking back, however, it seems so obvious. How can I not consider myself a writer? I spend the majority of my time writing Read More …