Monday, January 18, 2010

Haiti, 90 years ago, 2004 and now, 2010: "No Mister, You can not share my pain"

John Maxwell has been writing about Haiti for many years.


No, Mister! You Cannot Share My Pain!


John Maxwell


Sunday, January 17, 2010


If you shared my pain you would not continue to make me suffer, to torture me,

to deny me my dignity and my rights, especially my rights to

self-determination and self-expression.


Six years ago you sent your Ambassador Extraordinary and Minister

Plenipotentiary to perform an action illegal under the laws of your country,

my country and of the international community of nations.


It was an act so outrageous, so bestially vile and wicked that your

journalists and news agencies, your diplomats and politicians to this day

cannot bring themselves to truthfully describe or own up to the crime that was

committed when US Ambassador James Foley, a career diplomat, arrived at the

house of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide with a bunch of CIA thugs and US

Marines to kidnap the president of Haiti and his wife.


The Aristides were stowed aboard a CIA plane normally used for 'renditions' of

suspected terrorists to the worldwide US gulag of dungeons and torture chambers.


The plane, on which the Aristides are listed as "cargo", flew to Antigua - an

hour away - and remained on the ground in Antigua while Colin Powell's State

Department and the CIA tried to blackmail and bribe various African countries

to accept ("give asylum to") the kidnapped president and his wife.


The Central African Republic - one of George W Bush's 'Dark Corners of the

World' - agreed for an undisclosed sum, to give the Aristides temporary asylum.


Before any credible plot can be designed and paid for - for the disappearance

of the Aristides - they are rescued by friends, flown to temporary asylum in

Jamaica where the Government cravenly yielded to the blackmail of Condoleezza

Rice to deny them the permanent asylum to which they were entitled and which

most Jamaicans had hoped for.


Meanwhile, in Haiti, the US Marines protected an undisciplined ragbag of

rapists and murderers to allow them entry to the capital. The Marines chased

the medical students out of the new Medical School established by Aristide

with Cuban help and teachers. The Marines bivouac in the school, going out on

nightly raids, trailed by fleets of ambulances with body bags, hunting down

Fanmi Lavalas activists described as 'chimeres' - terrorists.


The real terrorists, led by two convicted murderers, Chamblain and Philippe,

assisted the Marines in the eradication of 'chimeres' until the Marines were

replaced by foreign troops, paid by the United Nations, who took up the hunt

on behalf of the civilised world - France, Canada, the US and Brazil.


The terrorists and the remains of the Duvalier tontons and the CIA-bred FRAPF

declared open season on the remnants of Aristide's programmes to build

democracy. They burnt down the new museum of Haitian culture, destroyed the

children's television station and generally laid waste to anything and

everything which could remind Haitians of their glorious history.


Haitians don't know that without their help Latin America might still be part

of the Spanish Empire and Simon Bolivar a brief historical footnote.


Imagine, Niggers Speaking French!


About 90 years ago when Professor Woodrow Wilson was president of the USA, his

secretary of state was a fundamentalist lawyer named William Jennings Bryan

who had three times run unsuccessfully for president.


The Americans had decided to invade Haiti to collect debts owed by Haiti to Citibank.


General Smedley Butler, the only American soldier to have twice won the

Congressional Medal of Honour, described his role in the US Army:


"I helped make Mexico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make

Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect

revenues in. I helped in the raping of half-a-dozen Central American republics

for the benefits of Wall Street. The record of racketeering is long.


General Butler said: "I suspected I was just part of a racket at the time. Now

I am sure of it. ... My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while

I obeyed the orders of higher-ups. This is typical in the military service."

Butler compared himself unfavourably to Al Capone. He said his official

racketeering made Capone look like an amateur.


Secretary Bryan was dumbfounded by the Haitians. "Imagine," he said, "Niggers

speaking French!"


Smedley Butler and Bryan were involved in Haiti because of something that

happened nearly a hundred years before. The French slave-masters, expelled

from Haiti and defeated again when they tried to re-enslave the Haitians,

connived with the Americans to starve them into submission by a trade embargo.

With no sale for Haitian sugar, the country was weak and run-down when a

French fleet arrived bearing a demand for reparations. Having bought their

freedom in blood, the Haitians were to purchase it again in gold.


The French demanded, essentially, that the Haitians pay France an amount

equivalent to 90 per cent of the entire Haitian budget for the foreseeable

future. When this commitment proved too arduous to honour, the City Bank

offered the Haitians a 'debt exchange", paying off the French in exchange for

a lower-interest, longer-term debt. The terms may have seemed better but were

just as usurious and it was not paid off until 1947.


Because of the debt the Americans invaded Haiti, seized the Treasury, exiled

the president, their Jim Crow policies were used to divide the society, to

harass the poor and finally provoked a second struggle for freedom which was

one of the most brutal episodes in colonial history.


Long before Franco bombed Guernica, exciting the horror and revulsion of

civilised people, the Americans perfected their dive-bombing techniques

against unarmed Haitian peasants, many of whom had never seen aircraft before.


The Americans set up a Haitian Army in the image of their Jim Crow Marines,

and it was these people, the alien and alienated Élite who, with some

conscripted blacks like the Duvaliers, have ruled Haiti for most of the last century.


When I flew over Haiti for the first time in 1959 en route from New York to

San Juan, Puerto Rico, I saw for the first time the border between the green

Dominican Republic and brown Haiti.


First-world journalists interpret the absence of trees on the Haitian side to

the predations of the poor, disregarding the fact that Western religion and

American capitalism were mainly responsible.


Why is it that nowhere else in the Caribbean is there similar deforestation?


Haiti's Dessalines constitution offered sanctuary to every escaped slave of

any colour. All such people of whatever colour were deemed 'black' and

entitled to citizenship. Only officially certified 'blacks' could own land in Haiti.


The American occupation, anticipating Hayek, Friedman and Greenspan, decided

that such a rule was a hindrance to development. The assistant secretary of

the US Navy, one Franklin D Roosevelt, was given the job of writing a new,

modern constitution for Haiti.


This constitution meant foreigners could own land. Within a very short time

the lumberjacks were busy, felling old growth Mahogany and Caribbean Pine for

carved doors for the rich and mahogany speedboats, boardroom tables seating

40, etc. The devastated land was put to produce rubber, sisal for ropes and

all sorts of pie in the sky plantations.


When President Paul Magloire came to Jamaica 50 years ago Haitians were still

speaking of an Artibonite dam for electricity and irrigation. But the ravages

of the recent past were too much to recover.


As Marguerite Laurent (EziliDanto) writes: Don't expect to learn how a people

with a Vodun culture that reveres nature and especially the Mapou (oak-like or

ceiba pendantra/bombax) trees, and other such big trees as the abode of living

entities and therefore as sacred things, were forced to watch the Catholic

Church, during Rejete - the violent anti-Vodun crusade - gather whole

communities at gunpoint into public squares, and forced them to watch their

agents burn Haitian trees in order to teach Haitians their Vodun Gods were not

in nature, that the trees were the "houses of Satan".


In partnership with the US, the mulatto President Elie Lescot (1941-45)

summarily expelled peasants from more than 100,000 hectares of land, razing

their homes and destroying more than a million fruit trees in the vain effort

to cultivate rubber on a large plantation scale. Also, under the pretext of

the Rejete campaign, thousands of acres of peasant lands were cleared of

sacred trees so that the US could take their lands for agribusiness.


After the Flood


Norman Manley used to say "River Come Down" when his party seemed likely to

prevail. The Kreyol word Lavalas conveys the same meaning.


Since the Haitian people's decisive rejection of the Duvalier dictatorships in

the early 90s, their spark and leader has been Jean-Bertrand Aristide whose

bona fides may be assessed from the fact that the CIA and conservative

Americans have been trying to discredit him almost from the word go.


As he put it in one of his books, his intention has been to build a paradise

on the garbage heap bequeathed to Haiti by the US and the Elite.


The bill of particulars is too long to go into here, but the destruction of

the new museum of Culture, the breaking up of the medical school, the

destruction of the children's television station gives you the flavour. But

the essence is captured in the brutal attempt to obliterate the spirit of

Haitian community; the attempt to destroy Lavalas by murdering its men and

raping its women, the American-directed subversion of a real police force, the

attacks on education and the obliteration of the community self-help systems

which meant that when Hurricane Jeanne and all the other weather systems since

have struck Haiti, many more have died than in any other country similarly

stricken. In an earthquake, totally unpredictable, every bad factor is multiplied.


The American blocking of international aid means that there is no modern water

supply anywhere, no town planning, no safe roads, none of the ordinary

infrastructure of any other Caribbean state. There are no building standards,

no emergency shelters, no parks.


So, when I write about mothers unwittingly walking on dead babies in the mud,

when I write about people so poor they must eat patties made of clay and

shortening, when I write about people with their faces 'chopped off' or about

any of eight million horror stories from the crime scene that is Haiti, please

don't tell me you share their pain or mine.


Tell me, where is Lovinsky Pierre Antoine and ten thousand like him?


If you share my pain and their pain, why don't you stop causing it? Why don't

you stop the torture?


If you want to understand me, look at the woman in the picture (above), and

the children half-buried with her. You cannot hear their screams because they

know there is no point in screaming. It will do no more good than voting.


What is she thinking: perhaps it is something like this - No, mister! You

cannot share my pain!


Some time, perhaps after the camera is gone, people will return to dig us out

with their bare hands. But not you.


Copyright©2010 John Maxwell

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