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Volume Three, Issue 1



Crudeness and Creole Part 4

Darryl Wawa


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You are at the beach. A group of poor derelict children approaches you and asks you for money, their suffering, disgrace and hardship written in their demeanor. You give them food, because the one with the most jaded face looks like he can become a criminal, while the others still have a freckle of innocence, and he lightens up at the gift of food. But what will he do when hunger, again, activates his pride?

What is pride? Arrogance or self-respect. History has it that, on November 18th 1803 a great battle was fought at the Cap-Haitian which was formerly known as Cap-Francais (French Summit / Cap = Summit). I see great men, I see courage, I see bravery, I see a painting forever ingrained in our history, in black history. Rochambeau, the french general, paused the war to salute general Capois La-Mort, (La Mort = The Death), who, under fire, through blasting cannon balls, after his horse was shot, his hat swifted from his head by a bullet, continued to motivate the charge.

If you see blood, what you see is a source. Violence is an original sin and maybe the sin of Haitians is an original sin of masculine violence. In Haiti, there is a popular consensus in the acceptance of mistreatment of women. There is a problem in diagnosing cancer in Haiti and it is particularly affecting children and women. One one side, parents of children older than 14 have hard time finding subsidized treatment. On the other, women with HPV or cervical cancer are not only in a similar position, but, even when treatment is possible, they often need the permission of reluctant, superstitious and sexist husbands.

The big question that we ask ourselves in Haiti is: was that war effort necessary? The ensuing victory released a pent-up rage that was too cataclysmic for the necessary construction that should have followed, freed slaves that didn’t know how to forget. We will not withhold that the world was against us, though, today, November 19th 2018, we have to forgive because we are also monsters. Just remember, every time you see a hill full of trees, it was that, that saved us from the slavemaster.



Darryl Wawa: "I am a Port-au-Prince born Haitian-American who studied Photography and Creative writing. I enjoy chocolate and good books. That said, maybe a movie is a good book. I love to work with images and words and their pairing."




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