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dans un verbe d’arc-en-ciel English French Spanish Creole For THURSDAY 27 MARCH 2008 CARL’S PEARL .
The writer's great weapon is the truth and integrity of his voice.
And as long as what you're saying is what you truly, honestly believe to be the case, then whatever the consequences, that's fine.
That's an honorable position.
Salman Rushdie Born June 19, 1947.
Rachel Moscoso Denis Rendez-vous in New York : Thursday 27 March 2008 is pleased to invite you to meet Haitian Artist Édouard Duval-Carrié at his book launching party for recently released Continental Shifts: The Art of Édouard Duval-Carrié Edited by Edward J.
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till Midnight Through the eyes of CARL’S CORNER For over twenty years, PROFAMIL has been operating medical clinics in Port-au-Prince ,Jacmel, and Port-de-Paix. PROFAMIL needs your support to continue providing high quality healthcare to hundreds of thousands of Haitians each year.
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Or RSVP to Maria Santamarina at 516.504.1212 or info@mariasantamarina.com INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL American Airlines catches Haitian flak.
Haiti 's consul general in Miami has complained to American Airlines, alleging disrespectful treatment of Haitian customers.
Posted on Tue, Mar.
25, 2008 BY INA PAIVA CORDLE icordle@MiamiHerald.com Document | Letter from Haiti's consul general to American Airlines .
An incident of alleged mistreatment of passengers with ties to Haiti 's president on an American Airlines flight from Port-au-Prince to Miami has sparked an outcry of discrimination from the Caribbean nation's top South Florida diplomat.
American Airlines exhibits ''an ongoing pattern of disrespect'' to Haitian customers, according to a letter sent as ''an official complaint'' to the carrier this past weekend by Ralph Latortue, Haiti 's consul general in Miami .
The incident occurred Friday on American Flight 816.
It involved Elisabeth Delatour, an advisor to Haitian President René Préval.
She was traveling in business class with two minors, her son and her nephew, and had purchased an upgrade for the nephew, Sebastien Delatour.
According to the letter, an American flight attendant identified as Ms.
B.
Benoist ''rudely insisted, while yelling'' that the nephew sit in economy class, so that an off-duty flight attendant identified as Leon Harris could sit in the business-class seat.
''There is no logical explanation why an employee of American Airlines should verbally aggress a passenger and literally push a child out of his [seat, in] order to replace him by an off-duty employee,'' the consul general wrote.
Even after an American Airlines counter agent boarded to confirm that the seat was assigned to the nephew, Benoist ''was relentless in her verbal attack against Mrs.
Delatour, a full [fare] paying and gold customer,'' Latortue continued.
`A MISUNDERSTANDING' American spokeswoman Martha Pantín said the airline is ''very committed to the Haitian market'' and ''has a long-standing commitment with the Haitian community both in the U.S.
and in Haiti ,'' serving Haiti for 37 years.
''Unfortunately, there was a misunderstanding recently on flight 816 regarding an upgrade,'' Pantín said via e-mail.
``Our country director in Haiti has spoken to Ms.
Delatour personally and has apologized.
Currently we are investigating this incident and based on our investigation we will determine what further action should be taken.'' Federal Aviation Administration spokeswoman Kathleen Bergen said the FAA will also review the matter.
Latortue said the incident is not isolated, citing complaints his office has received from Haitian passengers.
One of them involved a flight from Haiti to New York last month, in which a Haitian passenger died.
The death of the 44-year-old woman, who had suffered with heart disease and had asked for oxygen, drew complaints from her family that the airline did not do enough to respond.
AN EXAMPLE ''This is another outrageous example of the lack of compassion and respect toward Haitians,'' the consul general wrote, adding that ``passengers of other nationalities are not treated in this manner by your crew.'' Latortue's three-page letter outlined other issues, including a flight to Miami from Port-au-Prince that was diverted to Palm Beach for 10 hours last May, and passengers were given only a bag of chips.
He also pointed to what he said was the ''aggressive way'' American addresses Haitian passengers at the departure gate, and to what he called routine cancellations of flights between Haiti and Miami .
Delatour has decided for the time being not to travel American Airlines with her family as a protest against the airline's treatment toward Haitian passengers, said Latortue.
She will return to Haiti on a different airline, he said late Monday.
(Miami Herald reporter Jacqueline Charles contributed to this report) RECEIVED FROM PASCALE BAYARD My father PIERRE-RICHARD “PEPE” BAYARD viewing will be held on March 28th, 2008 between 6pm - 9pm. LOCATION: Riverside Gordon Memorial Chapel 20955 Biscayne Blvd Miami, FL (305) 935-3939 The funeral mass will be held on March 29th, 2008 at 10:00am. LOCATION: Saint Mary Magdalen Church 17775 North Bay Road North Miami Beach, FL 33160 (305) 931-0600 We would be please if you attended either venues to celebrate my father's life.
Please wear white for the church mass. Sincerely, Pascale Bayard RECEIVED FROM HALLAN DAPHNIS Hallan Daphnis and Carl To all friends & business associates I would like for you to join Artistic Occasions, Inc.
at our next "Business Networking Gathering" this Friday March 28, 2008 at Tree's Wings & BBQ in Lake Worth , Florida . Performing live Terry Pinto from Trinidad and music by DJ Salusa. This event will be recorded for radio and television broadcast from 6:00 PM to 11 PM. Some of our invited guesst will include: Carmel Moise Publisher of Caribbean Network Magazine Carmelau Monestime - Dean of Haitian Radio in South Florida Antoine Eusebe of A.J.E.
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Bob Louis Jeune Community Activist DR.
Pierre Paul Cadet Dr.Marc Lafalaise Dr.
Henry Claude Douze Attorney Philip Brutus Jean Galumette Producer of "The Guilt" Tec of Big Scale Entertainment Evangelist Peggy Carter - Author Angelita Halivin Miss Caribbean Beauty International Pastor Ralph Pierre Louis / and many more.
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Hallan Daphnis Marketing Director (561) 641-8882 Office (786) 624-7802 Cell RECEIVED FROM FRITZ MONDÉ (l to r) Carl Fombrun and Fritz Mondé Carl, In January many people did not know who Barack Obama was, but from the first Super Tuesday elections, when Obama convincingly won those states, his reputation and stature has grown and grown.
The media with all their analysis, charts, political analyst have turned the race into who white woman and white men will vote for. It is the race , race for the presidential nomination of the Democratic Party.
Recently and despite all the controversy surrounding Senator Obama, his campaign rolls forward, forward to the truth that our country needs a respite from the overwhelming challenges Americans face.
The issues that face us today; heating oil, health care, gas prices, health insurance, the environment, the civil war in Iraq, the economy, the conflict in Afghanistan, nuclear armed Pakistan, race relations in the US, black on black crime, education, jobs for white and black and all people of color. Those are the real issues that face our nation and its weight on our shoulders will clearly be heard Nov 4th, 2008 at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
The price of freedom in our world is a steadily demanding mistress and her price is the ultimate sacrifice.
Americans paid that price during the American Revolution, the Civil War, World Wars 1 and 2, the Korean Conflict, the Viet-Nam War, and currently the Gulf Wars.
The pride and joy and flower of American youth are being swallowed by the demands of freedom and freedom always demands more, as it did loudly, deafeningly, and voraciously that cool, sky blue morning on September 11, 2001.
However, freedom is also what allows us as a nation to grow and prosper.
Yes this country in the past was mired in slavery, which inflicted a generational curse that weighs us down today.
Yes racism went from the overt and violent actions of the KKK to the quiet subliminal cloak, that is the cancer, which spreads today, however many people of color, many blacks have advanced because of the fight to remove this tyranny.
Throughout early US history the sacrifice of lynched black men and violated black women, opened the closed door of segregation, because Martin Luther King laid down his life on the altar of freedom as did Lincoln, the Kennedy’s and the 4000 + US soldiers, this has permitted Barack Obama, a black presidential candidate, to advance and speak clearly, directly and informatively on the issues that face America today.
The price of freedom must always be respected and Senator Obama knows this and it is why many Americans, black and white, and people of color believe in him.
It is also why we, in America , because of the opportunities afforded to us through the demanding price of freedom, must continually remember that the American way of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness is and should be for everyone.
Fritz Mondé www.tifito34.blogspot.com www.scrapblog.com/tifito Of National Lies and Racial Amnesia: Jeremiah Wright, Barack Obama, and the Audacity of Truth By Tim Wise For most white folks, indignation just doesn't wear well.
Once affected or conjured up, it reminds one of a pudgy man, wearing a tie that may well have fit him when he was fifty pounds lighter, but which now cuts off somewhere above his navel and makes him look like an idiot.
Indignation doesn't work for most whites, because having remained sanguine about, silent during, indeed often supportive of so much injustice over the years in this country--the theft of native land and genocide of indigenous persons, and the enslavement of Africans being only two of the best examples--we are just a bit late to get into the game of moral rectitude.
And once we enter it, our efforts at righteousness tend to fail the test of sincerity .
But here we are, in 2008, fuming at the words of Pastor Jeremiah Wright, of Trinity United Church of Christ in Chicago--occasionally Barack Obama's pastor, and the man whom Obama credits with having brought him to Christianity--for merely reminding us of those evils about which we have remained so quiet, so dismissive, so unconcerned.
It is not the crime that bothers us, but the remembrance of it, the unwillingness to let it go--these last words being the first ones uttered by most whites it seems whenever anyone, least of all an 'angry black man' like Jeremiah Wright, foists upon us the bill of particulars for several centuries of white supremacy.
But our collective indignation, no matter how loudly we announce it, cannot drown out the truth.
And as much as white America may not be able to hear it (and as much as politics may require Obama to condemn it) let us be clear, Jeremiah Wright fundamentally told the truth.
Oh I know that for some such a comment will seem shocking.
After all, didn't he say that America 'got what it deserved' on 9/11?
And didn't he say that black people should be singing 'God Damn America' because of its treatment of the African American community throughout the years?
Well actually, no he didn't.
Wright said not that the attacks of September 11th were justified, but that they were, in effect, predictable.
Deploying the imagery of chickens coming home to roost is not to give thanks for the return of the poultry or to endorse such feathered homecoming as a positive good; rather, it is merely to note two things: first, that what goes around, indeed, comes around--a notion with longstanding theological grounding--and secondly, that the U..S.
has indeed engaged in more than enough violence against innocent people to make it just a tad bit hypocritical for us to then evince shock and outrage about an attack on ourselves, as if the latter were unprecedented.
He noted that we killed far more people, far more innocent civilians in Hiroshima and Nagasaki than were killed on 9/11 and 'never batted an eye.' That this statement is true is inarguable, at least amongst sane people.
He is correct on the math, he is correct on the innocence of the dead (neither city was a military target), and he is most definitely correct on the lack of remorse or even self-doubt about the act: sixty-plus years later most Americans still believe those attacks were justified, that they were needed to end the war and 'save American lives.' But not only does such a calculus suggest that American lives are inherently worth more than the lives of Japanese civilians (or, one supposes, Vietnamese, Iraqi or Afghan civilians too), but it also ignores the long-declassified documents, and President Truman's own war diaries, all of which indicate clearly that Japan had already signaled its desire to end the war, and that we knew they were going to surrender, even without the dropping of atomic weapons.
The conclusion to which these truths then attest is simple, both in its basic veracity and it monstrousness: namely, that in those places we committed premeditated and deliberate mass murder, with no justification whatsoever; and yet for saying that I will receive more hate mail, more hostility, more dismissive and contemptuous responses than will those who suggest that no body count is too high when we're the ones doing the killing.
Jeremiah Wright becomes a pariah, because, you see, we much prefer the logic of George Bush the First, who once said that as President he would 'never apologize for the United States of America .
I don't care what the facts are.' And Wright didn't say blacks should be singing 'God Damn America.' He was suggesting that blacks owe little moral allegiance to a nation that has treated so many of them for so long as animals, as persons undeserving of dignity and respect, and which even now locks up hundreds of thousands of non-violent offenders (especially for drug possession), even while whites who do the same crimes (and according to the data, when it comes to drugs, more often in fact), are walking around free.
His reference to God in that sermon was more about what God will do to such a nation, than it was about what should or shouldn't happen.
It was a comment derived from, and fully in keeping with, the black prophetic tradition, and although one can surely disagree with the theology (I do, actually, and don't believe that any God either blesses or condemns nation states for their actions), the statement itself was no call for blacks to turn on America .
If anything, it was a demand that America earn the respect of black people, something the evidence and history suggests it has yet to do.
Finally, although one can certainly disagree with Wright about his suggestion that the government created AIDS to get rid of black folks--and I do, for instance--it is worth pointing out that Wright isn't the only one who has said this.
In fact, none other than Bill Cosby (oh yes, that Bill Cosby, the one white folks love because of his recent moral crusade against the black poor) proffered his belief in the very same thing back in the early '90s in an interview on CNN, when he said that AIDS may well have been created to get rid of people whom the government deemed 'undesirable' including gays and racial minorities.
So that's the truth of the matter: Wright made one comment that is highly arguable, but which has also been voiced by white America's favorite black man, another that was horribly misinterpreted and stripped of all context, and then another that was demonstrably accurate.
And for this, he is pilloried and made into a virtual enemy of the state; for this, Barack Obama may lose the support of just enough white folks to cost him the Democratic nomination, and/or the Presidency; all of it, because Jeremiah Wright, unlike most preachers opted for truth.
If he had been one of those 'prosperity ministers' who says Jesus wants nothing so much as for you to be rich, like Joel Osteen, that would have been fine.
Had he been a retread bigot like Falwell was, or Pat Robertson is, he might have been criticized, but he would have remained in good standing and surely not have damaged a Presidential candidate in this way.
But unlike Osteen, and Falwell, and Robertson, Jeremiah Wright refused to feed his parishioners lies.
What Jeremiah Wright knows, and told his flock--though make no mistake, they already knew it--is that 9/11 was neither the first, nor worst act of terrorism on American soil.
The history of this nation for folks of color, was for generations, nothing less than an intergenerational hate crime, one in which 9/11s were woven into the fabric of everyday life: hundreds of thousands of the enslaved who died from the conditions of their bondage; thousands more who were lynched (as many as 10,000 in the first few years after the Civil War, according to testimony in the Congressional Record at the time); millions of indigenous persons wiped off the face of the Earth.
No, to some, the horror of 9/11 was not new.
To some it was not on that day that 'everything changed.' To some, everything changed four hundred years ago, when that first ship landed at what would become Jamestown .
To some, everything changed when their ancestors were forced into the hulls of slave ships at Goree Island and brought to a strange land as chattel.
To some, everything changed when they were run out of Northern Mexico, only to watch it become the Southwest United States, thanks to a war of annihilation initiated by the U.S.
government.
To some, being on the receiving end of terrorism has been a way of life.
Until recently it was absolutely normal in fact.
But white folks have a hard time hearing these simple truths.
We find it almost impossible to listen to an alternative version of reality.
Indeed, what seems to bother white people more than anything, whether in the recent episode, or at any other time, is being confronted with the recognition that black people do not, by and large, see the world like we do; that black people, by and large, do not view America as white people view it.
We are, in fact, shocked that this should be so, having come to believe, apparently, that the falsehoods to which we cling like a kidney patient clings to a dialysis machine, are equally shared by our darker-skinned compatriots.
This is what James Baldwin was talking about in his classic 1972 work, No Name in the Street, wherein he noted: White children, in the main, and whether they are rich or poor, grow up with a grasp of reality so feeble that they can very accurately be described as deluded--about themselves and the world they live in.
White people have managed to get through their entire lifetimes in this euphoric state, but black people have not been so lucky: a black man who sees the world the way John Wayne, for example, sees it would not be an eccentric patriot, but a raving maniac.
And so we were shocked in 1987, when Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall declined to celebrate the bicentennial of the Constitution, because, as he noted, most of that history had been one of overt racism and injustice, and to his way of thinking, the only history worth celebrating had been that of the past three or four decades.
We were shocked to learn that black people actually believed that a white cop who was a documented racist might frame a black man; and we're shocked to learn that lots of black folks still perceive the U.S.
as a racist nation--we're literally stunned that people who say they experience discrimination regularly (and who have the social science research to back them up) actually think that those experiences and that data might actually say something about the nation in which they reside.
Imagine.
Whites are easily shocked by what we see and hear from Pastor Wright and Trinity Church , because what we see and hear so thoroughly challenges our understanding of who we are as a nation.
But black people have never, for the most part, believed in the imagery of the 'shining city on a hill,' for they have never had the option of looking at their nation and ignoring the mountain-sized warts still dotting its face when it comes to race.
Black people do not, in the main, get misty eyed at the sight of the flag the way white people do--and this is true even for millions of black veterans--for they understand that the nation for whom that flag waves is still not fully committed to their own equality.
They have a harder time singing those tunes that white people seem so eager to belt out, like 'God Bless America,' for they know that whites sang those words loudly and proudly even as they were enforcing Jim Crow segregation, rioting against blacks who dared move into previously white neighborhoods, throwing rocks at Dr.
King and then cheering, as so many did, when they heard the news that he had been assassinated.
Whites refuse to remember (or perhaps have never learned) that which black folks cannot afford to forget.
I've seen white people stunned to the point of paralysis when they learn the truth about lynchings in this country--when they discover that such events were not just a couple of good old boys with a truck and a rope hauling some black guy out to the tree, hanging him, and letting him swing there.
They were never told the truth: that lynchings were often community events, advertised in papers as 'Negro Barbecues,' involving hundreds or even thousands of whites, who would join in the fun, eat chicken salad and drink sweet tea, all while the black victims of their depravity were being hung, then shot, then burned, and then having their body parts cut off, to be handed out to onlookers.
They are stunned to learn that postcards of the events were traded as souvenirs, and that very few whites, including members of their own families did or said anything to stop it.
Rather than knowing about and confronting the ugliness of our past, whites take steps to excise the less flattering aspects of our history so that we need not be bothered with them.
So, in Tulsa, Oklahoma, for example, site of an orgy of violence against the black community in 1921, city officials literally went into the town library and removed all reference to the mass killings in the Greenwood district from the papers with a razor blade--an excising of truth and an assault on memory that would remain unchanged for over seventy years.
Most white people desire, or perhaps even require the propagation of lies when it comes to our history.
Surely we prefer the lies to anything resembling, even remotely, the truth.
Our version of history, of our national past, simply cannot allow for the intrusion of fact into a worldview so thoroughly identified with fiction.
But that white version of America is not only extraordinarily incomplete, in that it so favors the white experience to the exclusion of others; it is more than that; it is actually a slap in the face to people of color, a re-injury, a reminder that they are essentially irrelevant, their concerns trivial, their lives unworthy of being taken seriously.
In that sense, and what few if any white Americans appear capable of grasping at present, is that 'Leave it to Beaver' and 'Father Knows Best,' portray an America so divorced from the reality of the times in which they were produced, as to raise serious questions about the sanity of those who found them so moving, so accurate, so real.
These iconographic representations of life in the U.S.
are worse than selective, worse than false, they are assaults to the humanity and memory of black people, who were being savagely oppressed even as June Cleaver did housework in heels and laughed about the hilarious hijinks of Beaver and Larry Mondello.
These portraits of America are certifiable evidence of how disconnected white folks were--and to the extent we still love them and view them as representations of the 'good old days' to which we wish we could return, still are--from those men and women of color with whom we have long shared a nation.
Just two months before 'Leave it to Beaver' debuted, proposed civil rights legislation was killed thanks to Strom Thurmond's 24-hour filibuster speech on the floor of the U.S.
Senate.
One month prior, Arkansas Governor Orville Faubus called out the National Guard to block black students from entering Little Rock Central High; and nine days before America was introduced to the Cleavers, and the comforting image of national life they represented, those black students were finally allowed to enter, amid the screams of enraged, unhinged, viciously bigoted white people, who saw nothing wrong with calling children niggers in front of cameras.
That was America of the 1950s: not the sanitized version into which so many escape thanks to the miracle of syndication, which merely allows white people to relive a lie, year after year after year.
No, it is not the pastor who distorts history; Nick at Nite and your teenager's textbooks do that.
It is not he who casts aspersions upon 'this great country' as Barack Obama put it in his public denunciations of him; it is the historic leadership of the nation that has cast aspersions upon it; it is they who have cheapened it, who have made gaudy and vile the promise of American democracy by defiling it with lies.
They engage in a patriotism that is pathological in its implications, that asks of those who adhere to it not merely a love of country but the turning of one's nation into an idol to be worshipped, if not literally, then at least in terms of consequence.
It is they--the flag-lapel-pin wearing leaders of this land--who bring shame to the country with their nonsensical suggestions that we are always noble in warfare, always well-intended, and although we occasionally make mistakes, we are never the ones to blame for anything.
Nothing that happens to us has anything to do with us at all.
It is always about them.
They are evil, crazy, fanatical, hate our freedoms, and are jealous of our prosperity.
When individuals prattle on in this manner we diagnose them as narcissistic, as deluded.
When nations do it--when our nation does--we celebrate it as though it were the very model of rational and informed citizenship.
So what can we say about a nation that values lies more than it loves truth?
A place where adherence to sincerely believed and internalized fictions allows one to rise to the highest offices in the land, and to earn the respect of millions, while a willingness to challenge those fictions and offer a more accurate counter-narrative earns one nothing but contempt, derision, indeed outright hatred?
What we can say is that such a place is signing its own death warrant.
What we can say is that such a place is missing the only and last opportunity it may ever have to make things right, to live up to its professed ideals.
What we can say is that such a place can never move forward, because we have yet to fully address and come to terms with that which lay behind.
What can we say about a nation where white preachers can lie every week from their pulpits without so much as having to worry that their lies might be noticed by the shiny white faces in their pews, while black preachers who tell one after another essential truth are demonized, not only for the stridency of their tone--which needless to say scares white folks, who have long preferred a style of praise and worship resembling nothing so much as a coma--but for merely calling bullshit on those whose lies are swallowed whole?
And oh yes, I said it: white preachers lie.
In fact, they lie with a skill, fluidity, and precision unparalleled in the history of either preaching or lying, both of which histories stretch back a ways and have often overlapped.
They lie every Sunday, as they talk about a Savior they have chosen to represent dishonestly as a white man, in every picture to be found of him in their tabernacles, every children's story book in their Sunday Schools, every Christmas card they'll send to relatives and friends this December.
But to lie about Jesus, about the one they consider God--to bear false witness as to who this man was and what he looked like--is no cause for concern.
Nor is it a problem for these preachers to teach and preach that those who don't believe as they believe are going to hell.
Despite the fact that such a belief casts aspersions upon God that are so profound as to defy belief--after all, they imply that God is so fundamentally evil that he would burn non-believers in a lake of eternal fire--many of the white folks who now condemn Jeremiah Wright welcome that theology of hate.
Indeed, back when President Bush was the Governor of Texas, he endorsed this kind of thinking, responding to a question about whether Jews were going to go to hell, by saying that unless one accepted Jesus as one's personal savior, the Bible made it pretty clear that indeed, hell was where you'd be heading.
So you can curse God in this way--and to imply such hate on God's part is surely to curse him--and in effect, curse those who aren't Christians, and no one says anything.
That isn't considered bigoted.
That isn't considered beyond the pale of polite society.
One is not disqualified from becoming President in the minds of millions because they go to a church that says that shit every single week, or because they believe it themselves.
And millions do believe it, and see nothing wrong with it whatsoever.
So white folks are mad at Jeremiah Wright because he challenges their views about their country.
Meanwhile, those same white folks, and their ministers and priests, every week put forth a false image of the God Jeremiah Wright serves, and yet it is whites who feel we have the right to be offended.
Pardon me, but something is wrong here, and whatever it is, is not to be found at Trinity United Church of Christ.
RECEIVED FROM SHIRLEY BELOTTE Hi Carl, Hope all is well with you and the family. Sorry to hear about your friend and relative Pepe Bayard. I never knew him, but I always read about him on your site. The funny thing is that I always thought of him every time I walked by Bayard restaurant in Manhattan . I just wanted to share this article about the Haitian community in Cuba with you. It's on MINUSTAH's website.
http://www.minustah.org/unv/unv_news_18.pdf http://www.bayards.com/index.cfm Shirley IN THE FRENCH LANGUAGE LE COIN DE CARL PARLANT DE TOUT ET DE RIEN LES GENS HEUREUX… Bonjour Miami, ses alentours et les « internôtres » qui écoutent et nous lisent à travers le monde.
CHAQUE JOUR EST À LUI SEUL UNE VIE.
Dieu, le travail et la liberté.
Et bonjour, bonjour la vie, bonjour l’amour, moi’j vais bien et’j m’habitue.
Les gens heureux n’ont pas d’histoires…Les gens heureux ils font l’histoire.
La ballade des gens heureux sur LE COIN DE CARL parlant de tout et de rien continue, dans un verbe d’arc-en-ciel .
Le temps poursuit sa marche et avec lui avance le monde, espérons aussi Haiti.
LA PENSÉE PERMANENTE « Tu n’as qu’une Patrie au monde.
C’est toi-même. Chante pour elle Et sois ton but, et sois ta vie.
Les déserts chanteront pour te répondre en chœur. » UNE PERLE DE CARL Les murs ont des oreilles.
AU FIL DU SOUVENIR Carl et Gladys Fombrun 23 Mars 1957 Le 23 Mars 2008 ramenait le 51e anniversaire de notre anniversaire de mariage, ma chère épouse Gladys Eno Fombrun et votre serviteur.
Cette dernière de me rappeller, que le soir suivant, le 24 Mars 1957, sortant de l’ordinaire, mon cher père, Charles Fombrun, nous invitaient à le rejoindre au Casino International à Port-au-Prince, dans un tête-à-tête à trois. Nous rejoignaient à cette table, le même soir, l’élégant officier Philippe Dominique de regréttée mémoire, qui perdrait sa vie dans de tristes circonstances quelques années après, dans une invasion contre Francois Duvalier au palais national. Charles Fombrun n’était certainement pas comme son fils votre cavalier servant, un exhibitioniste, et étant un homme politique de son temps, il évitait toutes expressions de sentiments personnels en public ou parfois même en privé. Ce soir, au casino international, il désirait me faire preuve d’affection, le dernier de ses fils qui était un nouveau marié à la recherche d’un meilleur destin sur des rives étrangères.
C’était réconfortant et un honneur pour moi de me retrouver publiquement en compagnie de ce père excessivement réservé, avec un perpétuel sourire au dessous d’une fine moustache et de gros yeux bleus.
En patriarche, il avait l’habitude d’assister dans son salon au défilé de plusieurs membres immédiats de sa famille (parfois des alliés), à la recherche d’une faveur; une simple requête du prestigieux et tout puissant sénateur Charles Fombrun de ce temps, au bénéfice d’une tierce personne, à un président de la république ou à un autre grand du jour, équivalait à son poids d’or pour le quémandeur ou la quémandeuse. Je me souviens de l’un de ces dimanches, du grand Charles, affectueusement appellé, Ti-Charles, par quelques uns de ses collègues, allongé sur sa galerie en sa résidence montagneuse à Laboule , qui voyait s’amener une habituée à ces imposantes réunions familiales, et il me confiait en pince-sans-rire : “ Que va t’elle me demander cette fois?” Charles Fombrun, tout en étant un homme public, était sensible et délicat.
Il ne laissa à aucun de ses sept fils son prénom. Il déclarait que c’était une charge pesante.
Je fus le dernier de ses héritiers qui faillit être nommé après lui, car il avait une réticence pour le nom José Maria que m’avait légué ma mère à ma naissance, honorant ainsi le nom de son frère Joseph et le sien.
Le jour de mon baptême il suggéra un compromis pour les noms Carl, suivit de Henri, le batisseur de la Citadelle, et Christophe (Martin,) un ami de longue date.
Mais, les générations suivantes prirent la relève, et le nom Charles Fombrun est encore avantageusement présent à traver le monde. Il en fut témoin pour un temps et me confiait avec son sourire taquin: “ Quelle responsabilité!
Au moins tu n’auras pas à t’en faire…” Il déclina d’écrire ses mémoires.
Humaniste par excellence, Charles Fombrun était respecté par ses pairs et même un Francois Duvalier a insisté à l’avoir en le choisissant comme son représentant pour une mission en Argentine en 1957. Papa Doc avait aussi passé l’ordre à ses cagoulards de ne jamais se permettre de mettre les pieds en la résidence du sénateur Fombrun. “Le Lion de l’Artibonite”, comme il était populairement connu, sera toujours dans mes pensées, un très cher père et ami, d’une noblesse d’âme, ayant de l’entregent à revendre.
Carl RECU DE Ph.D = Plus haut.Delva Californie Mon cher Carl, Faisant confiance à tes goûts littéraires, j'ai essayé de contacter par voie téléphonique et sans succès, cet auteur Haitien Eddy Mésidor dont le livre : “Il était une fois, Haiti ”, que tu déclares être bien écrit, et fait honneur à nous tous Haitiens. N'ayant pas une librairie franco-haitienne en Californie j'aimerais, par ton intermédiaire, obtenir de l'auteur la façon de placer une commande, et la faire parvenir aux nombreux amis et parents à Los Angeles .
Je te remercie, mon cher Carl, pour ce bouquin chaleureusement recommandé par toi.
Accolade Obamatique, Henry Delva RECU DE SONNY SÉRAPHIN , TAIWAN Mon cher Carl, Comment ne pas partager avec toi et les amis du COIN DE CARL cet e-mail reçu de notre très chère Lyssa Laraque Piquion ou elle rend un si bel hommage avec sa spontaneité et candeur habituelle à Pepe Bayard , cette légende qui a marque notre temps.
Lyssa!
encore une autre personnalité qui par son effervescence, sa sincerité, son naturel et sa joie de vivre aura marqué positivement notre génération et notre temps.
Merci Lyssa.
All the best Carl, Sonny DE LYSSA LARAQUE PIQUION A SONNY SÉRAPHIN EN HOMMAGE A PEPE BAYARD Sonny, Ta lettre est boulversante. Oui, tous ces bons souvenirs qui nous lient à tout jamais comme de bons amis… Ces moments inoubliables partagés en groupe d’amis, les copains, musiciens, artistes, peintres, chanteurs, etc… Nous étions remplis de joie et d’espoir malgré l’époque difficile du régime Duvalier et des tontons macoutes… Haiti vibrait encore car, nous la jeunesse, nous étions sainement merveilleux… Avec nos rêves fous, nous étions généreux dans l’amour et la dévotion… Le bon vieux temps, oui, nous avons perdu des amis chers, des parents proches, des connaissances admirées, maintenant c’est l’époque… C’est l’âge difficile. Nous devons nous préparer car nous ne savons pas quand notre mission sera terminée…Nous avons eu une vie fructueuse plutôt heureuse malgré les péripéties et les malheurs surmontés dans le sourire… Ton mot est comme un récit qui m’a replongé à une époque d’or de notre vie…Nous étions insouciants et unis… C’était quand même pour nous la belle époque… Le temps a passé, mais Sonny tu es aussi dans mes pensées. J’ai vu ton fils qui vit à New York . Il est charmant, brilliant et très bien élevé. Compliment. Je l’ai rencontré en deux fois chez Kesler et Jacqueline et je lui ai longuement parlé de toi, qu’on était amis d’enfance. Il était très content. Sa mère est une fille sérieuse et admirable. Courage. Je ne serai pas longue car j’ai été toute la journée à des funérailles d’une bonne amie Myrlande Moise. Cette semaine 2 amies filles plus Pepe sont morts…On médite sur la fragilité de la vie, sur la vanité et on aspire à prendre le bon chemin en suivant l’instruction de Jésus pour atteindre le royaume de Dieu…Je pense souvent à Jacques Lebrun, à ti-John (Jean-Jean) mon frère, à Maggy ma cousine, à papa, maman. Toi, tu dois souvent penser à ta seour Maryse et à tes parents… Cela fait mal mais nos morts sont comme des anges lumière qui nous protègent et guident… Pepe était une légende de notre temps…Tellement sympa et bénévolent, tellement artiste et unique, il ne saura mourir pour nous…Son souvenir est en nous, son sourire et sa candeur, sa musique, tout cela reste éternel… Je sais que tu es loin physiquement mais près dans la pensée et dans le coeur. Je ferai parvenir ton mot à Shirley, la femme de Pepe, par ma cousine Evelyn e Miot qui est proche d’elle. Il se fait tard, je t’envoie toute mon affection et mon amitié.
(g à d) Lyssa Laraque Piquion, Carole Merceron, deux fleurs épanouissantes.
Décès à Miami du célèbre musicien haïtien Pépé Bayard Fondateur d’un orchestre à succès dans les années 60, le disparu laisse à jamais son nom à un phénomène de mode, les "chemises Pépé Bayard".
Bayard avait, dans les années 60, fondé et dirigé un orchestre éponyme qui connut un immense succès populaire avec son chanteur fétiche Gary French.
Parmi les hits du groupe, la chanson "Twa bebe soti Léogâne" fait partie des classiques de toutes les émissions rétro de la radiodiffusion haïtienne.
Marqué par la prédominance des cuivres qui caractérisait l’époque, l’orchestre Pépé Bayard s’était créé une identité au milieu d’un florilège de mini-jazz qui récoltaient les suffrages du public.
Comme beaucoup d’autres musiciens haïtiens, Pépé Bayard s’était établi aux Etats-Unis depuis de nombreuses années.
L’artiste, dont le nom a dépassé les frontières de la musique, a été immortalisé par la création d’une chemise locale portant sa griffe.
Très vite remarqué sur l’un des albums de son orchestre, le design allait se populariser à un rythme phénoménal.
Le style "Pépé Bayard" était né.
Cette chemise décontractée made in Haiti confectionnée avec du tissu carabela ou siam comporte en général une échancrure à la poitrine et trois poches placées en sens horizontal ou quatre à la verticale, selon les préférences des consommateurs.
Les marchands-tailleurs devaient faire preuve d’application pour reproduire toutes les composantes du style qui rompait avec le classicisme du code vestimentaire occidental.
Radio Kiskeya PAR LE TRUCHEMENT DE LEMANE VAILLANT Toronto, Canada Haïti : Fumées toxiques sur Port-au-Prince . Où est passée la Division d'Hygiène Publique d'Haiti que dirigeait le Dr Molière Pamphile ?
L'Association des Ingénieurs Sanitaires et Environnementalistes haitiens, est-elle sensibilisée par ce problème de santé publique ?
Comment se sentent face à cela ceux et celles qui appuient la FAN en Haiti : la Fédération des Amis de la nature ?
Qu'attendent les Maires Claire-Lydie Parent et Jason pour réagir face à ce fléau montant menaçant la santé à long terme de centaines de milliers de port-au-princiens et pétion-villois ?
Dans quel autre pays du monde , autre qu'Haiti, où la présidence a décidé de confier la collecte des fatras au SMCRS/CNE ne relevant nullement et aucunement des mairies ?
Ça ne marchera jamais ainsi.
Les sciences du Génie et de l'Administration sont tenues en échec en Haiti .
C'est comme si l'on perd son temps à les enseigner en Haiti , Raymond Noël, Christian Rousseau, Pierre Montès !
Mais pendant ce temps, on trouvera énergie et temps pour coincer le candidat Dumarsais Siméus ou le sénateur Rudy Boulos trouvés pas suffisamment haitiens par d'autres coquins haitiens !
Nouvelle opération à Pestel en vue d’appréhender l’ex-chef rebelle Guy Philippe L’ex-chef rebelle anti-Aristide n’a pas été retrouvé.
Mardi 25 mars 2008.
Des commandos étrangers, vraisemblablement américains, lourdement armés, arrivés à bord d’au moins 4 vedettes, ont débarqué tôt mardi matin (aux environs de 1 heure) à Pestel (Grande-Anse, Sud-ouest) en vue de procéder à l’arrestation de l’ex-chef rebelle anti-Aristide Guy Philippe.
Le leader du Front de Reconstruction Nationale (FRN), ex-commissaire de police, ex-candidat à la présidence en 2006, n’a pas été retrouvé et les commandos sont repartis bredouilles.
Ils n’ont également procédé à aucune arrestation.
Toutes les personnes trouvées dans les parages de la résidence du leader du FRN ont été dans un premier temps menottées.
De nombreuses maisons ont été perquisitionnées et leurs habitants ligotés pendant le déroulement de l’opération.
Le frère de Guy Philippe, le Dr Sénèque Philippe, trouvé en la résidence familiale des Philippe, a été sévèrement molesté.
Le nommé Laplanche Joseph Junior, voisin des Philippe, s’est plaint d’avoir été légèrement atteint d’un projectile au bras.
Des rafales d’armes automatiques avaient été en effet entendues dans les parages de la résidence de Guy Philippe au moment du déroulement de l’opération.
Sénèque Philippe et Laplanche Joseph soutiennent qu’un bébé et des adolescents ont été menottés au cours de l’opération.
Les membres des commandos, s’exprimant en anglais, ont clairement demandé aux personnes interrogées de leur rendre Guy Philippe, ajoutent-ils.
Le correspondant sur place de Radio Kiskeya, Charles Emile Joassaint, a fait état d’un vent de mécontentement soufflant dans la population pestéloise, l’intervention des commandos étant perçue comme une violation flagrante de la souveraineté nationale.
L’opération aurait été menée exclusivement par des étrangers qui se seraient faits accompagner d’un seul agent de la Brigade de Lutte contre le Trafic des Stupéfiants (BLTS) de la Police Nationale d’Haïti, à titre d’interprète.
C’est la deuxième tentative infructueuse des services américains de lutte contre la drogue d’appréhender Guy Philippe.
La première remonte à juillet 2007.
Radio Kiskeya EN EL RINCON DE don Carlo Razones Por Las Que Te Amo Jose A.Flores Gudiel Como perdido en un bosque sin sombra, estoy aquí esperando tu amor para que elimines este basto dolor, con tu esplendoroso sentimiento que alumbra.
Como perdido en un gran desierto voy buscándote porque te extraño, solo quiero gritar en el desierto ¡te amo!
para que los espejismos hagan para ti un concierto.
Como vagabundo camino que no conozco su rumbo, esperando un refugio para dormir, esperando a la persona en este maravilloso mundo que sea la perfecta para hacerme sonreír.
Ahora que tengo a mi gran amor, como un bebé aun sigo gateando, gracias mi bebita por suplir mi dolor.
Aun mi amor.
Aun te sigo amando.
Kreyol pale, Kreyol konprann Kal Anri Kristof Fonbwen se yon fiskal konsèvatè ak kamyonèt Toyota-li-a ki genyen 25 lane.
Miserere nobis Jonathan Julien Depi diktandan nap chante yon litanni Men fout ki poko prèt pou li fini Lè tout grenn chaplè vi n woule Ti trip gwo trip menn pran kòde Nèg pran rele pa gen reponn Kòm si mizè pa kon n pèson n Yon sèl kantik, yon sèl refren Pou nèg anba kap maltrennen Miserere Nobis Nan Jean Rabel ti nèg te manje chen Pou libète te kab fè chimen Men jouk koulye pa gen lavi Nèg nan mitan vi n malfini Yo sot anba sen Jean Bosco Ak makout yo chaje kado Pote bay gran nèg tilolit Ki pat konn doulè zandolit Miserere Nobis Alèkile nan pa konprann Nèg anwo pran yo san zatann Nan fè chèlbè pou bèl grimèl Tankou zonbi k pa janm wè sèl Yo bliye ti pèp gran chimen Ki te fè pouvwa yo donnen Yap chante « Dominus vobiscum » : “Ayiti tonbe nan tchouboum”!
Miserere nobis Jou va Jou vyen na pe chante Yon litani k pa p janm chanje Paske nan Ayiti toma Nèg anwo pa gade nèg anba Yo manje jouk yo gonfle Menm ti kras pa gen rete Sou lanmè agwe pa pi miyò Se pou nèg fout naje soti deyò Miserere nobis Jonathan Julien MEZANMI, se la ma-p rete pou jodi-a.
Mwen an delala ak refleksyon. Na pale denmen si Granmèt la vle.
