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HAITI IS HER NAME
— An allegory in celebration of Haiti's independence —

Today, May 18, 2025, is the day of celebration of the Haitian flag, created on this date in 1803, in the city of Arcahaie, to symbolize Haiti's independence from France. According to history, Jean-Jacques Dessalines himself removed the white from the French tricolor flag and created the Haitian bicolor flag, blue and red, symbolizing the union between Blacks and Mulattoes.
This year marks another important anniversary, that of April 17, 1825, when French King Charles X imposed on Haiti the payment of 150 million gold francs, (todays value equivalent of 30 billion euros) as indemnity for the supposed loss of revenue the French slave masters incurred due to the Haitian revolution. That demand — muscularly accompanied by 14 French warships stationed on the bay of Port-au-Prince — as absurd and extortionary as it certainly was, profoundly and negatively affected Haiti's development project, to this very day.
It's a good starting point that French President Emmanuel Macron recently recognized the "impact" of that "very heavy financial compensation" [the indemnity] on Haiti, but he must also be willing to repair this historical injustice and pay Haiti back — preferably in infrastructural development assistance — the considerable amount of money his predecessor extorted from the newly independent country.
At this moment, when armed gangs of bandits are occupying most of the capital city Port-au-Prince, threatening to overrun the entire country, a time when Haiti and Haitians are associated with images of dysfunction, and divisive, violent and corrupt governance, I would like the following poem to serve as a reminder that Haiti is other than the projection of those images.
At a time when Haitians are particularly targeted by the scorn of the racist Trump administration, making them face terror both at home and abroad, I would like today’s poem to reenact deeper meaning and truth in the history of this formerly colonized people rather than the sensationalized clichés and negative narratives perpetuated by the western media and their local sycophants.
Haiti's history of exemplary solidarity with other peoples' struggles remains remarkable, especially at a time when the new nation was vulnerable to the powerful European colonialist nations' wrath. The country's currently lamentable condition of poverty and self-destruction has a direct correlation to its history of defiance and, as its people's continued struggle and resilience has shown, it is also a testimony to the nation's unchanged aspiration for liberty.

Haiti Is Her Name
— An allegory in celebration of Haiti's independence —

She was born
against all odds
on the other side
of the long shore
amidst triangular rascality
among empires and kingdoms
the tactful puppeteers
masterfully running the game
their warships and canons
ready at their service. (1)

Her existence is a defiance
as her wounds could attest
just as her perilous mountains
reflect the mystique of her past glory.

Grand-daughter of the Mandé Charter (2)
in 13th-century Mali in agony
when human rights were first made sacred
long before the Universal Declaration
or even the Bill of Rights.

She refused the edicts of the new plantations
holding high her ancestors' quest
for justice, equality, and solidarity
the most elevated longing for freedom.

My mother compared my birthing
in a hurried taxi on a stormy night
delivered on the way to the hospital
to Haiti's accidental independence
brought about by fire, anguish, and cry
among sharks, oppressors of all kinds.

Haiti was a scandal
an ideal of being not supposed to be
something the world's masters
could neither condone nor digest.

Over two centuries in our time
she was brought to bear the rancor
of the most powerful of nations
seeking to tame her rebellious soul
to keep her from spreading
beyond her frontiers and shores
her contagious freedom quest.

The world's imperials made her a pariah
to this day her children spread wide
across oceans and continents
still paying the heavy price
for her insolence and intrepidity.

She could not abide living
in chains nor taking orders
from the new Colonists and henchmen
nor reduced to the lowest state;
she couldn't endure too long
the conditioning of the mind
that would pervert the soul
to the point of folly
for only insanity and cupidity
would explain such cruelty.

She was born the rebel
that was put in quarantine,
the outcast and the trouble-maker
that disturbed the dance.

Her offspring, noble people
inspired by the spirits of their Ginen (3)
couldn't be forced to accept
this ignominious fate
even under duress and brutalization.
Alas, disunion and vile pecuniary pursuit
have overcome at times the honorable cause.

Haiti is her name
she is among the richest of nations
when evaluated for her worth
by different ontological standards
when we count the myriad of writers, poets,
storytellers, musicians, painters, sculptors,
and humanists of all stripes in her midst.

Haiti is her name
she was a miracle of existence
that only History could produce;
the French colonists' Code Noir (4)
that defined and prescribed their conduct
considered transplanted Africans
as less than a full human being
they couldn't predict the deliverance day.

Independence was not just a word
for Haiti's valorous framers
tired by years of calamity
and struggle for human dignity;
independence had a ethical dimension
attached to the infinity of possibility
humans living together in space-time
reinvented as imperative for camaraderie
in a society built on humanist foundations,
on the blossoming of a better state of being
in a beautiful world for us all to enjoy,
this is the dream that's being deferred today
— and yet still lives on.

— Tontongi

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Notes

1. Haiti gained and declared its independence on January 1st, 1804, from France following a 13-year long armed revolt launched by formerly enslaved, displaced Africans. As an advocate for enslaved people's freedom all over the world, the new country was made to become a pariah state by the powerful countries of the time (France, England, Spain, and emerging power, the United States).

2. The Mandé or Manden Charter proclaimed in 1222 in Mali is "one of the oldest constitutions in the world albeit mainly in oral form, [it] contains a preamble of seven chapters advocating social peace in diversity, the inviolability of the human being, education, the integrity of the motherland, food security, the abolition of slavery by razzia (or raid), and freedom of expression and trade." [Source UNESCO: https://ich.unesco.org/en/RL/manden-charter-proclaimed-in-kurukan-fuga-00290]

Photo Caption: "Dessalines Ripping the White from the Flag", oil on canvas, by Madsen Mompremier, 1995.

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THE RALLIES FOR HOPE — A Poetic Reportage of the US Protest Marches of April 4, 2025, When Millions Take it to the Streets

—CELEBRATING 30 YEARS OF TANBOU, HAITIAN TRILINGUAL JOURNAL OF POLITICAL AND LITERARY STUDIES —
We proudly mark the 30th anniversary of the publication of our magazine. From the very first printed-on-paper issue, in the spring of 1994, we expressed "an immense pleasure... in the midst of a universe of sorrow and death, to have been able to give birth to a work of life that believes in hope.” We are renewing today that same wish. The fight for a better world spans all generations, with ever more urgency. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, TANBOU/TAMBOUR!
Please check out our newest feature, *The Town Crier / Teledyòl Piblik / Le Crieur Public*, responding to the latest developments in the U.S., Haiti, and the world.
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A new movie produced by local Haitians. Excellent actors and actresses. Let's support Haitian's nascent movie industry.
This Sunday, October 20, at the Strand Theater. I'll be there!

HAITI IS NOT WHAT YOU SAY, MR. TÈT-MATO
Although this poem was written in response to Donald Trump’s 2018 insults in calling Haiti and the whole continent of Africa “sh*thole countries,” it provides A CONTEXTUAL UNDERSTANDING OF THE CURRENT ANTI-HAITIAN RACIST RANTS from Donald Trump and JD Vance.

The term “Tèt-Mato” means “Hammer-Head” in Haitian Creole and generally refers to a stupid, incompetent person. The poem was first published in the trilingual anthology THIS LAND, MY BELOVED (2023).

— Haiti Is Not What You Say, Mr. Tèt-Mato —
Haiti is the island nation born
from the cross-Atlantic blood
of people sold to the Traders.

Haiti actualizes the meaning
of both being and living
and has invented a new path
to freedom and a new way
to detect its perversion
even in the dark of the night.

Haitians shed blood for the United States
on the battlefield of Savannah
these valorous fighters held the lines
against British onslaught
to save the birth of the Republic
and help this nation into being.

Haiti is the country that stood
to her own peril and harm
against almighty France,
Spain and England
over the inalienability of being.

Haiti is the foundation of our modernity,
Haiti is the unsung mother of Latin America;
Haiti is where Francisco de Miranda and Simón Bolívar
came to acquire the fervor of brotherhood
and resources to liberate their lands.

Haiti has made hers
countless other countries’ causes
for human freedom and independence,
the most Hellenic nation of Greece among them.

Haiti is not what you say, Mr. Tèt-Mato;
Haiti is the country of the once enslaved
who dared to resist oppression
and whose bravura in defeating Napoleon’s forces
compelled him to sell the Louisiana territories,
doubling the size of US possessions of the time;
a favor that is now honored with insults.
Haiti is the land of the arts
where writers, poets, storytellers,
musicians, painters, sculptors wrought
the infinitesimal inner souls of our Universe.

Haiti is among the richest countries in the world
by measure of intellectual and philosophical
achievement of her people’s genius
and for the beauty of this mountainous land
despite the human-made pollution aided and abetted
by U.S. support of corrupt dictators.

Haiti is not what you say, Mr. Tèt-Mato;
Haiti has sent to North America’s shores
thousands of doctors, researchers, intellectuals
and teachers who instill values
that enliven and enrich the children’s fortitude;
some of her migrants scrub your floors
and take care of your sick and feeble;
Haiti has been good to the United States.

Haiti is the country forced to pay
in billions of French francs
and National City Bank bonds
for having won her freedom;
the people’s sweat was made
to sweeten many a Western high life
while the first Black republic
languished in impoverishing debt.

This descent into the abyss of darkness,
the degrading remarks that demean
hurt like a sword that penetrates the heart;
we shall not mince words; we shall see it plain,
naked in its nature, representing a deeper ill,
a more widely-shared sentiment.

The menace of hate coming from the voice
of the highest symbol of U.S. power
today targets the Haitians
today targets the Africans
today targets the Muslims
today targets the Mexicans
today targets the Salvadorans
today targets the Iranians
today targets the Palestinians
is the same that targeted the Jews,
the Socialists, the Communists,
the Gypsies, the g**s,
the Jehovah’s Witnesses, the mentally
and physically handicapped,
and we know what happened then.

The menace will tomorrow target you
and all people who don’t look Norwegian…*
O Africa! Cradle of the civilization
of men and women inventing humanity!
O Africa! The land of the Mandé Charter
where human rights were first made sacred
on a day in thirteenth-century Mali,
today demeaned by a knuckle-head!

The immigrants come to the land of immigrants
where Christian pilgrims, vagabonds, ex-cons,
persecuted of all stripes come to find refuge;
the land where defeated Ottoman subjects,
and pre-Nazi German nationals
came to become rich,
some leaving behind the values
of common human bonds;
the land where Jews, Christians, Muslims,
Buddhists, Taoists, Vodouists,
Irish, Japanese, Somalians,
and all kinds of disadvantaged
come to find their peace
although not always in welcoming fuss.

You have no right to deny others
that which serves your family well
and makes you a successful,
arrogant nouveau riche;
you have no right, however large
your ill-acquired fortune may be,
to debase whole continents of diverse nations;
you are a disgrace to mankind.

What we are seeing today
and experiencing in real time
is no longer an innocent joke
when real men, women, and children
are paying the heaviest price.
We must take to the streets
the fight for human integrity,
if we want to hold on to our dreams;
the tragic comedy already lasts too long.

A lone white supremacist at the White House
I would dismiss without much ado, but a system
that lets a lunatic destroy its ideals, my friend,
this is the problem we all should condemn.

I hold the whole system of government,
endowed to foster harmony and well-being
and to guide our children to higher pursuit,
responsible for letting this barbarian into the gate.

It’s time to stop the power of greed
and the corruption of our institutions!
The world will never forget
this affront to human decency,
nor will the masses of the United States
forgive endurance of such shame.

Haiti is not what you say;
Your Haiti is a reflection
of your twisted phantasms;
our Haiti is the guardian of our light
that which makes us all human;
your Haiti is a black hole
ours is a Deleuzian structure
a place where many dimensions join
in the pursuit of elevation
a place where many splendors coalesce.

(Boston, January 13th, 2018)

*In allusion to Donald Trump’s remark that only people from countries like Norway should be allowed to immigrate to the United States.

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A quick note to say thank you to Régine Roumain, Amisi Nazaire-Hicks, Jasmine Narcisse, and the Center for Fiction for a great event around our anthology "This Land, My Beloved," during which I was able to share my work with a Brooklyn audience. With the participation of great Haitian creators such as Denizé Lauture, Jeanie Bogart, Michèle Voltaire Marcelin, Charlot Lucien, and Steve White on drum, the event was very successful; we honored Haitian literature, holding high, even in this dire historical moment, the flame of resistance and of hope. Kudos to the Haitian Cultural Exchange!

After the reading, some of us attendees (Jeanie, Denizé, Tontongi, Jill Netchinsky, Jasmine Narcisse, rejoined by André Juste, Lynn Hyacinthe, and Anderson Ambroise) went to the restaurant BK9 to savor a delicious meal. We had a wonderful time.

COLUMBIA U SAVES THE SOUL

(Dedicated to the Columbia University students and to the students all over the US and the world who courageously stand against the politics of oppression, terrorization and annihilation of the Palestinian people pursued by the Israeli government. I have walked many times through the Columbia campus in NYC, in nocturnal, wandering promenade, with no thought of Gaza. This has forever changed.)

The student bodies in encampment
are fighting for decency and elucidation
holding high the conscience of our time.

The student bodies in encampment
rebel against enmity and exclusion,
they are not about celebration of pogroms.

The student bodies in encampment
decry all anti-Jewish malevolence, the kind
of discourse of hate we saw in Charlottesville.

The student bodies in encampment demand
honesty from governments and institutions,
they demand equal rights for colonized peoples.

Instead of shallow narratives that vilify
and demonize such compassionate souls,
we shall all be proud of their intrepidity.

The student bodies in encampment
shall not be made political scapegoats
for exposing genocidal intent and act.

They are about human solidarity in motion
beauty at its peak; they represent our inner best
despite divisionary attempts to shame them.

They are about the destroyed villages, the siege,
the destruction of schools, hospitals, mosques,
soup kitchen, sudden and slow death of Gaza’s children.(1)

The students are of many creeds and ethnic provenance,
a university of Muslims, Jews, Christians, Vodouists,
and Buddhists joining hands to elevate our humanity.

Repression, militarized police response, fear mongering,
efforts to harm the students’ studies and future
only make the moral imperatives more urgent.

The student bodies in encampment
are about the affinities which bring us together,
human empathy in the face of horror and pain. (2)

Glory to the student bodies in encampment!
They are the hope still left in a cynical world;
they are our tomorrow, our shining light in the darkness.

—Tontongi May 8th 2024

FOOTNOTES

(1). The mention of “soup kitchen” is in allusion to the killing by the Israeli Defense Force (IDF) on April 1st, 2024, of seven volunteers of the World Central Kitchen (WCK) founded by José Andrés.

(2). We denounce all acts of oppression and massacre of human beings, be they perpetuated in occupied Palestine, in Ukraine or in Haiti. It is in the spirit of that principle that I write this poem, now third in a series. As of May 3rd, 2024, and counting, more than 34,568 Palestinians have been killed, including 13,800 children and 77,765 injured, not to mention the desert of ruins and suffering that Gaza has become. Here in the US, language itself has been deployed to demonize the student protesters who empathize with Palestinian suffering: thus what my friend Cathy Hoffman calls “community support” for the protesters is distorted in news reports as “outside agitators” coming to “radicalize” the naive students. Despite all of that, I rejoice to see such a great manifestation of self-sacrifice and compassion for the benefit and liberation of others.

—This poem is also published in tne trilingual online magazine Tanbou.com

Nous sommes très fiers du lauréat du Prix Goncourt pour la poésie, Louis-Philippe Dalembert, un des poètes contributeurs à notre anthologie trilingue CETTE TERRE, MON AMOUR (2023). On le voit ici (à gauche). Un lecteur exhibe très fièrement la sortie de l'anthologie lors du Salon du livre à Paris le 3 décembre 2023. Nous envoyons nos vives félicitations à Louis-Philippe Dalembert (photo courtoisie Karine Belizar).