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Its impossible to know how well Mr Powell, or Jamaicas P.J. Patterson . . . might
have performed had they been put in Aristides position, asked to create a functioning
modern state out of the moribund corpse of a country pillaged and raped for 200 years.
Book by John Maxwell
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CARICOM/OAS Minstrel Show
By John Maxwell
As I write on Friday morning, an international troupe of diplomats is heading for Port au Prince, Haiti, to lay down the law to Haitis President, Jean Bertrand Aristide. The group is not using the unfortunate words of Trinidads Patrick Manning Shape up or ship out! but the intentions are the same.
CARICOM, the Organisation of American States, the United States and Canada have now identified President Aristide as The Haitian Problem. The US Secretary of State, Mr Powell says he wouldn’t mind if Aristide were to resign. Earlier, he had to deny his subordinates prior assertions that Aristide had to go.
Mr Powell is now backing the CARICOM-devised power sharing plan, under which Aristides government would effectively be castrated and power handed over to a Prime Minister appointed (approved) by the Opposition. Asked by ABCs Sam Donaldson to clarify his position on whether Aristide would be asked to step down, Mr Powell said:
No, it’s not a possibility yet. That is up to President Aristide and the political opposition. [sic!!!] We are not suggesting that. We are not encouraging that. We are not predicting that. He is the elected President of Haiti, and we cannot allow these thugs to come out of the hills, or even an opposition to simply rise up and say, “We want you to leave,” in an undemocratic, non-constitutional manner.
Unfortunately for Haiti, the US governments position is not as clear as Mr Powells statement suggests.
In the OAS in Washington, on Friday, US Ambassador John Maisto declared that Haitis crisis “is due in large part to the failure of the government of Haiti to act in a timely manner to address problems that it knew were growing.” He said it hadn’t fought police corruption, strengthened its judiciary or restored security. He did not choose to explain how Aristide could have done those things, given his circumstances.
In an interview on Cox Television, Mr Powell, reaffirming his belief that Aristide shouldnt be driven from office by thugs, also said But I must say that ten years after we allowed and permitted [my italics ] and got President Aristide back into this office, I regret that we haven’t seen more progress than I had hoped we would see when I was a participant in these events back in 1994.
Its impossible to know how well Mr Powell, or Jamaicas P.J. Patterson or any of Mr Aristides detractors might have performed had they been put in Aristides position, asked to create a functioning modern state out of the moribund corpse of a country pillaged and raped for 200 years.
In 1994, at the height of the Haitian refugee crisis, I suggested that Jamaica and the CARICOM should set up a programme of assistance to Haiti since we knew that the country had been so ravaged that it could not help itself. The institution for which I work, part time, the UWIs Caribbean Institute of Media and Communication, devised a project funded by the Dutch government, in 1995 a training scheme for Haitian journalists. Six years later, at the FTAA summit in Quebec, I was recognised by several of our Haitian graduates who were accredited to the conference while I was being tear-gassed outside. It was a poignant moment.
Cuba has sent 700 medical personnel, including more than 300 doctors, to deal with the diseases that afflict Haitian peasants and to teach them and their children to read and write. About 1,000 Haitian children are at school in Cuba.
I dont know of anything useful done by the Caribbean hypocrites who are now so ready to praise democracy and pass resolutions. There are, of course, brigades of American missionaries 5,000 of them, including a battalion of Mormons. It wasnt so long ago that the Mormons taught that black people were cursed by God.
Haiti needed then and needs now, teachers, doctors, nurses, public health workers, agricultural instructors, and the technical assistance and materials for building water supplies, roads, houses, electrical power distribution systems, telephones and the other infrastructure which permits nations to live a quasi-civilised life. The US, the World Bank, the IMF, the European Union and all the other responsible adults refused to help unless Haiti conformed to their image of capitalist democracy, particularly by privatising the meagre assets still retained by the destitute Haitian state.
In fact Presidents Rene Preval and Aristide did give way to some of these foreign pressures including Structural (!!!) Adjustment with the result that the Haitian peasant became even poorer and more miserable than he had been. No wonder that many say Aristide has failed. When it is understood that the governments security largely depends on strong-arm supporters responsible to no one, it can hardly be argued that Haiti is a democracy as most people understand it. Haiti is twice the area of Jamaica with three times as many people but its police force is less than half the size of ours.
In Fridays San Francisco Chronicle, Stephen Dudley reports an encounter with some of those who want to take over the government of Haiti:
Butteur Metayer is the face of the Haitian revolution.
The 33-year-old gunman’s eyes hide behind dark sunglasses with gold-plated rims. He wears shorts and a blue shirt with a Nike logo and a black felt cavalry hat. He sits in a wilted metal chair with a machete and bottle of rum within reach. His handlers slouch on crusty couches, with M-4 carbines and Uzi submachine guns lying across their laps.
They call themselves the Gonaives Liberation Front. But they are almost too drunk to say why they are here, at the center of a revolt that began as an act of vengeance and has
turned into a nationwide uprising that threatens to topple the government of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide.
According to one of the leading spokesmen for the Haiti Opposition armed struggle is a legitimate means of opposing Aristide.
I have been assailed by various people in Haitian communities around the world, for referring to the Opposition as if it consisted only of some loud mouthed agitators and various collections of thugs. The problem is simple: no one that I know of has been able to get any sensible statement from the trade unions, student organisations, community groups and others who allegedly comprise the Haitian Opposition. All we hear are the vulgar rantings of people like Andy Apaid and Evans Paul and the gangsters who claim to support them. I believe the world would welcome some message from the non-violent opposition.
It is as if the intransigents have captured the civil society groups and turned them into zombies creatures without volition, directed by sinister outsiders for their own benefit.
Writing from Jamaica and depending on a variety of sources, some of questionable reliability, it is difficult enough to discover what the Haitian population really feels. One can deduce that most Haitians still prefer Aristide to his Opposition from the simple observation that if they did not, Aristide could not remain in Haiti. The Cite Soleil City of the Sun is a slum in Port au Prince which contains the equivalent of the population of Barbados. There is nothing in Jamaica since ‘the Dungle’ as miserable, as destitute, as hopeless and as abandoned by the state as Cite Soleil. Yet, it is the people there who really control Haitian politics. If they decided that Aristide should go, Aristide will go. The opposition has been unable to mobilise Cite Soleil against Aristide.
How Haitians really feel
The twentieth century story of Haiti is one of economic and social strip-mining, of rapacious exploitation on a scale that is almost incomprehensible. As one of my correspondents says, Haiti is an international crime scene. For decades the Haitian people have been driven abroad to seek some sort of dignity, livelihood and an end to suffering. The brightest people including journalists have been murdered or are in voluntary or involuntary exile.
Haiti needs help, not interference. The people of goodwill, in Haiti or outside, must be brought into a dialogue of respect for each other, to devise solutions, made by Haitians for Haitians. But they need help, simply to build the basic infrastructure for dialogue, for communication, for education and for health. Haiti is a war zone, where the rich have scorched the earth so thoroughly that the emotional landscape seems to have been sown with salt.
This week, Haitians in the United States were asked for their opinions on what should happen in Haiti. A poll among Haitians across the United States was done by the New California Media Coalition, an association of ethnic media companies.
Surprise! More than half (52%) of those polled said they believed President Aristide should stay in office ‘in the interest of democracy’. Just over one-third (35%) believed he should resign. More than half 55% felt the Haitian Opposition was fighting for power; only 22% believed it was fighting for democracy.
Given these figures and the facts reported elsewhere, it would seem a little crazy for CARICOM/OAS and the US to be putting pressure on Aristide to dismantle his government to give power to an opposition which refuses even to discuss its differences with Aristide.
If CARICOM, the US, Canada, France and the others are serious, they must first of all prevail on the Opposition to agree to talk and to disavow or call off the thugs. Unfortunately, the OAS coalition has loaded the dice against Aristide in many ways, not least by including on the delegation to Aristide the notorious Roger Noriega who spent his formative years as an adviser to one of the leading US racists, Senator Jesse Helms. If the outsiders are serious it appears to me that they need to begin from a position of neutrality and respect for Haitian integrity and dignity and for the Haitian peoples democratic choice.
There is no other way.
What, for instance, will Messrs. Patterson, Manning and Powell do if Aristide is removed from the scene and Cite Soleil flexes its muscles?
We really do not need a Caribbean version of Iraq on our hands. Or a Bosnia or a Rwanda.
Copyright 2004 John Maxwell firstname.lastname@example.org
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For July 1st through August 31st 2011
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#10 – Covenant: A Thriller by Brandon Massey
#11 – Diary Of A Street Diva by Ashley and JaQuavis
#12 – Don’t Ever Tell by Brandon Massey
#13 – For colored girls who have considered suicide by Ntozake Shange
#14 – For the Love of Money : A Novel by Omar Tyree
#15 – Homemade Loves by J. California Cooper
#16 – The Future Has a Past: Stories by J. California Cooper
#17 – Player Haters by Carl Weber
#18 – Purple Panties: An Eroticanoir.com Anthology by Sidney Molare
#19 – Stackin’ Paper by Joy King
#20 – Children of the Street: An Inspector Darko Dawson Mystery by Kwei Quartey
#21 – The Upper Room by Mary Monroe
#22 Thug Matrimony by Wahida Clark
#23 – Thugs And The Women Who Love Them by Wahida Clark
#24 – Married Men by Carl Weber
#25 – I Dreamt I Was in Heaven – The Rampage of the Rufus Buck Gang by Leonce Gaiter
#1 – Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention by Manning Marable #2 – Confessions of a Video Vixen by Karrine Steffans #3 – Dear G-Spot: Straight Talk About Sex and Love by Zane #4 – Letters to a Young Brother: MANifest Your Destiny by Hill Harper #5 – Peace from Broken Pieces: How to Get Through What You’re Going Through by Iyanla Vanzant #6 – Selected Writings and Speeches of Marcus Garvey by Marcus Garvey #7 – The Ebony Cookbook: A Date with a Dish by Freda DeKnight #8 – The Isis Papers: The Keys to the Colors by Frances Cress Welsing #9 – The Mis-Education of the Negro by Carter Godwin Woodson
#10 – John Henrik Clarke and the Power of Africana History by Ahati N. N. Toure
#11 – Fail Up: 20 Lessons on Building Success from Failure by Tavis Smiley
#12 –The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander
#13 – The Black Male Handbook: A Blueprint for Life by Kevin Powell
#14 – The Other Wes Moore: One Name, Two Fates by Wes Moore
#15 – Why Men Fear Marriage: The Surprising Truth Behind Why So Many Men Can’t Commit by RM Johnson
#16 – Black Titan: A.G. Gaston and the Making of a Black American Millionaire by Carol Jenkins
#17 – Brainwashed: Challenging the Myth of Black Inferiority by Tom Burrell
#18 – A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose by Eckhart Tolle
#19 – John Oliver Killens: A Life of Black Literary Activism by Keith Gilyard
#20 – Alain L. Locke: The Biography of a Philosopher by Leonard Harris
#21 – Age Ain’t Nothing but a Number: Black Women Explore Midlife by Carleen Brice
#22 – 2012 Guide to Literary Agents by Chuck Sambuchino #23 – Chicken Soup for the Prisoner’s Soul by Tom Lagana #24 – 101 Things Every Boy/Young Man of Color Should Know by LaMarr Darnell Shields
#25 – Beyond the Black Lady: Sexuality and the New African American Middle Class by Lisa B. Thompson
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A Novel by Jesmyn Ward
On one level, Salvage the Bones is a simple story about a poor black family thats about to be trashed by one of the most deadly hurricanes in U.S. history. What makes the novel so powerful, though, is the way Ward winds private passions with that menace gathering force out in the Gulf of Mexico. Without a hint of pretension, in the simple lives of these poor people living among chickens and abandoned cars, she evokes the tenacious love and desperation of classical tragedy. The force that pushes back against Katrinas inexorable winds is the voice of Wards narrator, a 14-year-old girl named Esch, the only daughter among four siblings. Precocious, passionate and sensitive, she speaks almost entirely in phrases soaked in her familys raw land. Everything here is gritty, loamy and alive, as though the very soil were animated. Her brothers blood smells like wet hot earth after summer rain. . . . His scalp looks like fresh turned dirt. Her fathers hands are like gravel, while her own hand slides through his grip like a wet fish, and a handsome boys muscles jabbered like chickens. Admittedly, Ward can push so hard on this simile-obsessed style that her paragraphs risk sounding like a compost heap, but this isnt usually just metaphor for metaphors sake. She conveys something fundamental about Eschs fluid state of mind: her figurative sense of the world in which all things correspond and connect. She and her brothers live in a ramshackle house steeped in grief since their mother died giving birth to her last child. . . . What remains, whats salvaged, is something indomitable in these tough siblings, the strength of their love, the permanence of their devotion.WashingtonPost
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Wilderson, a professor, writer and filmmaker from the Midwest, presents a gripping account of his role in the downfall of South African apartheid as one of only two black Americans in the African National Congress (ANC). After marrying a South African law student, Wilderson reluctantly returns with her to South Africa in the early 1990s, where he teaches Johannesburg and Soweto students, and soon joins the military wing of the ANC. Wilderson’s stinging portrait of Nelson Mandela as a petulant elder eager to accommodate his white countrymen will jolt readers who’ve accepted the reverential treatment usually accorded him. After the assassination of Mandela’s rival, South African Communist Party leader Chris Hani, Mandela’s regime deems Wilderson’s public questions a threat to national security; soon, having lost his stomach for the cause, he returns to America. Wilderson has a distinct, powerful voice and a strong story that shuffles between the indignities of Johannesburg life and his early years in Minneapolis, the precocious child of academics who barely tolerate his emerging political consciousness. Wilderson’s observations about love within and across the color line and cultural divides are as provocative as his politics; despite some distracting digressions, this is a riveting memoir of apartheid’s last days.Publishers Weekly
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update 26 December 2011