Michel Martelly, bad-boy musician, is Haiti’s next president, according to preliminary results released Monday. He called himself an outsider to Haiti’s corrupt political machine and when I met him at his home in December (see photo), he told me about how he would do things differently than all his predecessors — dictators and leftist priests …
I have not posted anything in a while — I’ve been drowning at work with the Egypt story. But today, it happened. The unthinkable, really. I never thought that sheer people power would bring own Hosni Mubarak. But he was gone, as abruptly an surprisingly as he ascended to power after the assassination of Anwar …
On a dark and wintry night, the bar at Fornino looked inviting. Warm. Soft candles on the white marble counter. We were going to have just one drink, to warm our souls and rest our feet before we headed back down 5th Avenue to visit some friends. But somehow, one drink turned into many hours …
A year ago, I wrote a blog that began like this: “My heart breaks.” I had just arrived in Haiti after the earthquake and the scale of suffering was shocking. A year later, my heart is still breaking. In Port-au-Prince, so many lives are unchanged. Survival was difficult in this nation before the quake. Now …
I first met Falone Maxi when she was lying on a mattress on the dirt. A sheet was her roof. But she liked it that way. Healing from her wounds suffered in Haiti’s massive earthquake, Falone did not want to be within concrete walls. What if there was another “catastrophe?” she said to me. She …
It’s not that far from Port-au-Prince to Ouanaminthe, a town that borders the Dominican Republic in northern Haiti. I’d say it was about 200 miles at most. We ventured out Thursday morning after a day and half of intense post-election protests in Haiti, encouraged that the light rain would cast a calm. The main road …
Tourist, don’t take my pictureDon’t take my picture, touristI’m too uglyToo dirtyToo skinnyDon’t take my picture, white manMr. Eastman won’t be happyI’m too uglyYour camera will breakI’m too dirtyToo blackWhites like you won’t be contentI’m too uglyI’m gonna crack your KodakDon’t take my picture, touristLeave me be, white manDon’t take a picture of my burroMy …
Tomas is approaching. The hurricane is predicted to hit Haiti by Friday. I called my friend Mariot in Port-au-Prince. “Are you OK? What about your family? Are you still living under a tent?” “No,” he said. They were living with his aunt in Delmas. He had resisted concrete walls until now. What were they to …
She was a bastard child whose rags to riches story enthralled the entire world. At the tender age of 15, Eva Duarte moved to Buenos Aires to make a name in showbiz. She sang, she acted. She saved all she could to move into a flat in fashionable Recoleta. It was her way of telling …
Hector Pieterson was only 12 when he was gunned down — a hail of bullets cutting short the life of a young black boy and triggering what came to be known as the Soweto Uprising against South Africa’s brutal system of apartheid. On this gloriously beautiful spring day, I stood at a plaza named after …
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