This past weekend I attended the 1st Annual Societe des Arts Fete Blanc (1st Annual Arts Society White Party) presented by the Haitian Heritage Museum. A dream realized by the HHM's Executive Director, Ms. Eveline Pierre, the museum opened its doors in 2004 and is proudly celebrating its 10th anniversary. Located in the Arts District in Miami, Fl it is the first museum, outside of Haiti, dedicated solely to Haitian arts and culture.
Honoring one of Haiti's heroes and military leaders, the featured theme of the exhibit is Toussaint L'Ouverture. Photos, paintings, and historical excerpts line the walls of the museum.
To help celebrate the 10 year anniversary, the author of the noted Haitian American blog L'Union Suite and the 2014 winner of the HHM's Miss May 18 contest, Ms Wanda was in attendance. To entertain the crowd a very popular Haitian American comedian, ZoePoze graced the stage. Also in attendance were a few of the hosts of a very popular radio talk show located in Miami called The Morning Drive (shameless plug I know). Tune in every Monday thru Friday to WSRF 1580AM from 8am-10am ANN ALE (even more shameless lol)!!!
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Monday, July 28, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Haitian Food
Ok so I understand everyone around the world says this in their own right...but there's nothing, I mean NOTHING as DELICIOUS as MANJE AYISYEN (Haitian food). I mean the spices, the fresh ingredients, the variety, the love it's all prepared with...WHOOSH!!!! Ok wait, hold on, I am getting a little ahead of myself. As you can tell I am a big fan of food. I love all kinds of food. Asian, chicken wings, Latin, chicken wings, Southern style Soul Food, chicken wings, and did I mention how much I love chicken wings? But there's something about going to manmi's (mom's), my nenen's (godmother's) or ma tante's (my aunt's) house right after they THREW DOWN on some queue boeuf (oxtail), di ri ak jonjon (black rice with mushrooms), makawoni au gratin (macaroni and cheese) and my personal favorite some boulettes (meatballs)!!!
Haitians have their signature dishes that other cultures have come to know well like griot (deep fried pork), tassot (deep fried goat or turkey meat), banan peze (pressed and fried plantains) and of course pikliz (put plainly...a spicy coleslaw). Aside from those and the ones I listed earlier, Haitian cuisine is very diverse and has influences from French, African and Latin cuisine. Also the beauty in the food is that it is a perfect representation of the island. Fresh seafood bears witness to its geographical location. The farm raised animals and fresh grown crops used in the foods are all indigenous to the island. And the blend of spices and the hint of heat in the food shows the fire that burns within the people. (I know I know, I'm pretty deep and poetic.)
Haitians have their signature dishes that other cultures have come to know well like griot (deep fried pork), tassot (deep fried goat or turkey meat), banan peze (pressed and fried plantains) and of course pikliz (put plainly...a spicy coleslaw). Aside from those and the ones I listed earlier, Haitian cuisine is very diverse and has influences from French, African and Latin cuisine. Also the beauty in the food is that it is a perfect representation of the island. Fresh seafood bears witness to its geographical location. The farm raised animals and fresh grown crops used in the foods are all indigenous to the island. And the blend of spices and the hint of heat in the food shows the fire that burns within the people. (I know I know, I'm pretty deep and poetic.)
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Thursday, February 13, 2014
A dish best served cold...
Justice as stated by the Merriam Webster online dictionary is defined
as, "the process or result of using laws to fairly judge and punish crimes
and criminals."
In every day life we come across different legal cases that may seem as if there was no justice served, and Florida is NO stranger to this. The Trayvon Martin case, the Casey Anthony case, and the more recent Ethan Couch case aka the Affluenza teen, all under public scrutiny, came to unfavorable ends according to public opinion. Some will factor in race and social status, some will say the prosecution was to greedy, others still will claim that the criminal justice system prevailed in all cases and fair and impartial justice was served (...right...). Well Wednesday, February 12, 2014 at 8:17pm at the Florida State Prison, to some, justice was served.
In September of 1995, Juan Carlos Chavez kidnapped, raped and murdered 9 year old Jimmy Ryce. According to Mr. Chavez's confession, Jimmy was abducted at gunpoint from his school bus stop, forced into his pickup truck and taken back to his trailer. I will spare the more in-depth details but after four hours at the mercy of his captor, Jimmy attempted to flee but was shot in the back. After witnessing the boy's final breath, Chavez dismembered him, placed him in concrete filled pots and hid the evidence. Three months after the incident, with the help of his then employer, FBI agents caught up with Chavez, were able to get a detailed confession from him along with the whereabouts of Jimmy's body. The FBI's findings led to the 1998 conviction of Chavez for kidnapping, capital sexual battery, and first degree murder. He was sentenced to death.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Diaspora...
...a word that I have heard many times since I was
very young, but not once did I ever stop to find out its meaning. To be honest
I never considered the fact that the word would be relevant to me in the
slightest. Diaspora was always used in conjunction with the "just
comes", Haitians who literally just came over to the U.S. So naturally a
young AMERICAN born Haitian like myself wanted no connection with the term.
Growing up Haitian in Miami in the early '90s meant
one of two things, you were either a "boat" (Haitian immigrant who
came over on a raft/boat) or you were a "Zoe" (a member of the
Haitian gang Zoe Pound). Honestly, I never once hid my Haitian heritage, but I
did disassociate myself with the "boats". My thoughts were, if I
couldn’t be regarded, as a regular kid I'd much rather be feared for having
gang affiliations. The wrench in that plan was my father. He didn't seem to be
too concerned with my day-to-day identity crises. He sent me to school in my
Sabbath Best (comparable to others' Sunday Best) and of course strictly
enforced the Three L's of Haitian upbringing: L'eglise, Lekol, Lakay (church, school, home). It’s hard to be
thugging in your shiny black church shoes while sprinting home full speed after
school to avoid baton. I had no
strong Haitian accent or any trouble speaking English whatsoever; but I also
didn’t have the newest gear, cable TV, the latest toys and games, or even a
respectable shape-up (dad claimed only thugs had shape-ups, smh). All that
coupled with a French name and a distinct difference in behavior from my peers,
I was clearly different.
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