Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Death Dance in Port Au Prince

I knew some Haitian creole aristocrat emigres to this country once. It's more than a generation ago now. They left everything behind and got legal status during Reagan's surrender of citizenship debacle. None of them pined for the old days at home or regretted coming here. They were all starting from scratch, working hard, at the kind of jobs they were ill used to, with me, in the dark hours between midnight and dawn. They did fine.

Anybody with brains and opportunity left Haiti a long time ago. It is a feral state, with no hope for improvement. Now an earthquake has destroyed much of what little urban infrastructure is left. Poor Devils.

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