Letter from a Haitian American

I'll be real with you. I have family in Haiti, but I do not talk to them, or know who they are. I am no less Haitian because I am not spamming your timeline with it. I am not sad nor angry. No one gave a shit that I was Haitian until last week...to be frank, some of you reading this made fun of me for being Haitian. Its cool...just remember, after this? We, as Haitian people, who were once called "the Mexicans of Black People" have a face. Every other predominant African American group in America does not have a true face across the nation...through this disaster...the true gem is that we now have a face. It may be a little scuffed up now, but it won't be for long. So fuck you.

“Guess If I was Simple In the Mind Everything Would be Fine”

What if we, as humans, were all stupid? What if we could not do simple math? What if we could not have communications with one another? Well then we would be animals right…? With life being like God’s large Sim game, what if we really are being controlled?

I cannot think of these things. These passes which allow me into the VIP of life…education. We all sit here demanding it, but we cannot act on it. I become aggravated at the signs that I witness while people who I can relate too mentally and by blood, shake, crumble and die.

Shaking and crumbling as hell rises out of the ground to claim us. I sit and gander at electrified pixels relaying a message of hell. The dead being heaped in droves into mass parties in the ground. Other people who look and sound like me screaming towards the sky as its parallel shakes.

No one cared until January 12. Social anonymity that I experienced. No one even understood what my name meant. No one understood the backing behind it. No one understood how nine million people could be so resilient over 200+ years of “freedom”…until now.

We sit here in the promised land afraid of 2012. Something in the future. On the flip, they sit in fear of tomorrow. Something that you, my friend, will never understand. The fear not of what is to come tomorrow, but that TOMORROW will be the same as TODAY. As we are worn down by the sky throwing these sediments into us, some of us fade away into the sky, while the rest stand tall and withstand the sandstorm. An entire nation continues to withstand this 200+Year long storm.

Humans surviving for up to six days after the tragedy is something that will only happen frequently in Haiti.

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Peace…and shout outs to all of my fellow Haitian people who are currently tap dancing with the clouds…

Feel free to email me at JacquesMorel08@gmail.com