Juneteenth ~ Free Haiti’s Rèstavèks Now

Learn Haitian Kreyòl fortune cookieSi moun lakay pa vann ou, moun deyò paka achte-w. If someone inside your house does not sell you, someone from outside cannot buy you. ~Haitian Proverb/Pwòvèb Ayisyen

Texas. 1865. The Union Army’s Major General had to remind an assembled crowd that President Lincoln had, in fact, written a proclamation two years prior which freed all slaves. Some folk had not heard.  Granger, the Union Army guy, explained: “In accordance with a proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free.”

Port-au-Prince. 2013. There are a few hundred thousand children in Haiti right this minute who would benefit from such a proclamation. They are known as rèstavèks.  “All slaves are free.” What nice words!  Should we put our voices together and proclaim Haiti’s rèstavèks free? Would they believe us? Libere tout rèstavèk jodiya. Isn’t it time for this deplorable practice to end?

Book by Katia D. Ulysse
Fabiola Can Count
written by Katia D. Ulysse
Illustrated by Kula Moore

Rèstavèk-ism is a difficult subject to talk and write about, but there’s information about it. Start with Robert Cadet’s Rèstavèk. And don’t forget to run to your favorite bookstore, and ask for your very own copy of Fabiola Can Count: a harmless little book about a rèstavèk girl. Fabiola Can Count, written by Katia D. Ulysse and illustrated by Kula Moore, is part of a six-book series published by One Moore Book. Other authors in the series include Michele Jessica Fievre, Ibi Zoboi, Edwidge Danticat, and Maureen Boyer.

Below is another harmless little story about a five year-old slave. The title is Don’t Count Me. Happy Reading!

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Don’t Count Me

written by

KDU

Several years ago a lady with very white teeth came to count all the rèstavèks in Haiti. Everywhere the lady went, she carried a thick notebook and a blue pen with a golden point. The words on the notebook’s cover read: Rèstavèks/Haiti’s Modern-Day Slaves.

The lady woke up early each morning to count the slave children, the rèstavèks. She counted, and counted, and counted. There were almost four hundred thousand. These rèstavèks — some as young as five years old — woke up before the roosters; they built fires for cooking, made breakfast, and served sweetened coffee to their grownup owners. They traveled to distant streams to fetch water for their keepers’ baths. Since they were not permitted to attend school, there was plenty of time for  sweeping, washing and ironing clothes. At night, the  rèstavèks slept on porches with the dogs and the shadows. One of the children the lady counted was a girl named Sophia.

The lady with the white teeth noted how perfectly balanced the heavy bucket was on Sophia’s head. “I can spin around without spilling a drop. Watch me,” Sophia boasted, twirling. She held the bucket in place with one hand. The other was cocked on her bony hip.

“Why are you carrying this bucket of water on your head?” the lady wanted to know.

“Because I cannot carry it on my feet,” Sophia retorted, laughing. But the lady with the white teeth could not bring herself to laugh. She’d seen thousands of children like Sophia. She’d seen them balance things on their heads that would break an army general’s neck.

Sophia’s threadbare clothes would make useless cleaning rags, the lady also noted. The child’s hair looked as if it had not seen a comb in months. The whites of her eyes were burnt-orange. Her clavicle protruded through thin skin. There were a number of welts crisscrossed on her arms, back, and legs.

When the lady asked Sophia her age, the child replied: “If I was five years old one minute ago, I am five years old now.” Sophia did not look at the lady when she answered her questions.

“Are you a rèstavèk?” the lady asked the same question she’d asked several thousand times before.

“If you think I am a rèstavèk, then maybe I am.” Sophia hunched her shoulders.

The lady put a check in the YES column, adding one more to her list.

“Why are you counting rèstavèks?” Sophia asked.

“It’s for a special report that will help children like you.”

“Don’t count me,” Sophia said. “If my owners catch me talking to you, I will have a lot more of these.” She indicated the welts on her arms.

“It’s my job to count you,” the lady with the white teeth explained.

Sophia ran as far and fast as she could, but did not spill a single drop of water from the five-gallon bucket on her head.

(Excerpt from kdu’s Rubble Stories)

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I found this piece on YouTube with Oprah & Jean Robert Cadet.

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Hey. . .Friends of VoicesfromHaiti,  check back soon for a nice piece by Patricia Philippe.

While we’re at it, get a copy of Juneteeth by the inimitable Mr. Ralph Ellison.

VoicesfromHaiti: Things are not always pretty like hibiscus and sweet like raw sugar rapadou. We’re still beautiful. And we’re still here. Nou bèl. E nou la.

Peace!

“Tell Them I’m Still Here” ~ Remembering 1/12/10

1-Hummingbird2 (1)-001“Mommy, Are These Real People?”

My daughter’s eyes were fixed on the red letters that flashed at the bottom of the TV screen: CNN.

I Can Live -- FranceskaI was glued to the couch, watching Andersen Cooper broadcasting the news from Haiti.

Here and again a reporter would put a microphone near someone’s mouth. The person—a Haitian—would say something in Kreyòl; a disembodied voice would give a creative translation that was nothing like what the person had said.

“No. No. That’s not what the person said.” I would shake my head. My mouth was dry. My eyes burned from not sleeping. I could not stop watching.  My daughter wanted to understand. She wanted to understand why I was suddenly so interested in the television—something I had banished to some corner of the house.

Ambulance

 

 

I agonized about allowing my little girl to watch the people wandering around Port-au-Prince with tragedy drawn on their faces like massive Ash-Wednesday crosses.

The blood and mud looked like old play-dough. I thought my daughter was far young to see these graphic images. I told myself she would have nightmares. Watching this horror would transform her. She is only five years old.

Five year-old children in Haiti are different; they’re older somehow. Surely there’s some type of math that would substantiate this, particularly when you factor in a 7.0 quake, 30 plus aftershocks, and the estimated number of casualties. The story developing in Mommy’s country now is a must-see. It’s an epic blockbuster.

Frank - 1I sat my daughter down next to me. She watched intently a pre-recorded news segment which showed dazed and dusty people wandering about aimlessly.  The bad thing had just happened.

There were no bandages to cover the scary playdough on survivors’ eyes, arms, legs. There were no shrouded human forms in the middle of the street—not yet. The heaps of half-dressed mannequins with muddy hair and missing limbs had yet to be piled in wheelbarrows and dump trucks.

The former Palais National photographed by kdu: March, 2010“Mommy, are those real people?” my daughter was confused, incapable suddenly of making a basic distinction. She blinked hard, adjusting her eyes.

“They are real people,” I explained. “They are real as you and I are.”

A man walked across the screen with a baby in his arms. The baby looked like an antique doll that had fallen off a shelf and lost a few parts.

“Is that little baby sick, Mommy?” my daughter wanted to know.

“Yes, the little baby is sick.” The truth would have to be rationed carefully– told in increments — over time.

“Tell Them I’m Still Here” words spoken by Maxo Simeon inspired a Short film by Katia D. Ulysse (Estimated release date, December, 2013)

“How can we help them? Do you think they need snacks? And juice boxes? Do you thing we can give them each a Happy Meal? And then they’ll be ok, right?”

“This will take a little more than snacks and juice boxes, honey. Not even a Happy Meal will fix this one.”

Katia D. Ulysse ~ February 12, 2010

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Leslie Sauray’s “Untitled”

As the ashes clear and we move away rubble
you see my people still standing, still running
even if we stumble.

We’ve been down worse roads
We have broken many chains
Shaky grounds have been around
Long before the earthquakes came

The after shocks are the souls
of those in the after life
trying to wake us all up
so we can continue to fight

The te. . . levision can’t show
the smell and the screams
So you only got a small picture
even on a big screen

1/28/10

Are You Ready For Pumpkin Soup 2013?

New Year’s Day 2013 is but a blink away. It’s almost time to put that stockpot on a three-rock fire and make your best Independence Day pumpkin soup ever. Follow chef Nadege Fleurimond‘s winning recipe below, add family, friends, and create lasting memories. Don’t go crazy trying to make the perfect soup. You can’t please everyone; do your best, have fun, and keep on moving.

Super chef and grande dame of pumpkin soup, Elle Philippe, continues to raise the bar for preparation and presentation of this traditional soup. Read Haitian Times Editor Manolia Charlotin’s delicious article about Elle and Nadege.  (VoicesfromHaïti INNERviews will feature both Elle and Nadege soon. “Stay tuned,” as Elle likes to say. You won’t want to miss the stories which these talented and dedicated women have to tell).

If you’re not sure how to prepare this great soup, here are two phenomenal recipes. One from Chef Elle Philippe and another recipe  created by Chef Nadege Fleurimond.

Here is chef Elle Philippe’s recipe for Pumpkin Soup 

2 lbs of pumpkin squash–kaboucha, substitute: butternut squash and lots more good stuff Preparation time: marinate meat overnight, 45 minutes-prep time, cooking time-1 hr 30 minutes.

 

 

Marinate the meat the Night before
2 lbs of beef marinated overnight with
3 cloves of crushed garlic,
1 tsp of thyme
1 tsp of fresh black pepper
1 medium shallot
1/4 tsp scotch bonnet
3 scallions
juice of 2 lime
1 tbsp of kosher salt
1 tbsp chopped parsley

Ahead of Time:
Soup Stock:
beef leg bones: 2-3 lbs, cut into 2” pieces
1 onion
2 carrots

2 stalks of celery
parsley, salt, and pepper to taste

boil for 1 hour, add enough water for 12 cups of stock or substitute store-bought, sodium-free stock.

Vegetables
2 lbs of pumpkin squash–kaboucha, substitute: butternut squash
4 big carrots, medium slices
3 celery stalks, cut in medium cubes
2 medium leeks, cut lengthwise, in 2 pieces, halve or third the length
2 medium turnips, peel, cut in medium cubes
3 medium Yukon gold potatoes, peeled, cut in medium cubes
1 lb cabbage, sliced & cut in med. sizes

12 cups of beef stock or store-bought sodium-free stock

2 tbsp of olive oil

1- Prepare your mise-en-place, clean, and peel all your vegetables.

2- In a large pot, add marinated beef with the olive oil,
add 2 cups of cold water, cook over medium heat for 30 minutes.

3- Cut squash into 3-4” wedges. While the meat is cooking in a medium pot in 6 cups of slightly salted cold water. cook pumpkin for about 30 minutes on medium heat, covered. Drain, remove pumpkin from peel, puree and set aside.

4- Check the meat to make sure the boiling water is not completely evaporated. Add all cut vegetables, (12 cups) beef stock, cook for 45 minutes.

5-Add pumpkin puree, simmer for 15 minutes.

courtesy of Tequila Minsky

Note: The soup broth should not be thick, after adding the joumou puree you can always add more beef stock.

6- Adjust seasoning, salt and fresh black pepper to taste.

7-Ready to serve.

For more information, contact Chef Elle www.chezelle.us

Here’s a nice article from Saveur by Tequila Minsky about ELLE Philippe’s Soup Joumou!

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Here is Nadege Fleurimond’s recipe

Nadege Fleurimond writes: “You can’t cook [traditional Haitian food] without knowing how to make the foundation of [our] cuisine: EPIS.  Simply translated epis means spice. . . It is a building block for seasoning pretty much everything, except dessert . . . Here’s a basic recipe for epis:

4 small onions

12 scallions (remove root, white and green part is ok)
3 garlic bulbs
1 bunch of Parsley
3 cups Vegetable Oil
2 bunch of Basil
2 green peppers, 2 red peppers, 2 yellow peppers
6 boullion cubes (Now, we know this is controversial with the whole MSG issue. But this is a staple in [most] Haitian homes. . . Not everyone likes to use this. I don’t always either, especially when I cook for large groups. If you don’t want to use it simply omit; you can add salt to your taste).

Place all your ingredients in a blender and blend away. You can use water instead of oil, but oil serves as a better preservative for keeping your epis/spice in the refrigerator. If you plan to use your epis right away and are very health-conscious, go for water.

Once you have made your seasoning, you can start your soup. Traditional Haitian soup joumou calls for meat. . . I no longer eat meat myself, but that’s not the case for most Haitians. I will tell you non-meat eaters how to modify. But if you want to eat like a Haitian, carnivorous you must be.

Nadege’s Haitian Pumpkin Soup Recipe

1 lb. cubed beef stew meat

2 Pounds peeled seeded butternut squash or pumpkin

½ lb. cabbage
12 cups of water
2 small onion (diced)
3 medium potatoes
1 medium sized turnips (if you like turnips add another)
2 carrots peeled and cut into rounds (about 1/8 inch thick)
2 limes juiced
1 cup vermicelli, macaroni or other pasta
2 sprigs of thyme
2 sprigs of parsley
2 stalks celery
1 scotch bonnet pepper(we do not do jalepenos)
¾ teaspoon black Pepper
½ cup of oil
6 cloves

Clean the meat with hot water and wash with half the lime juice and set aside in a bowl. Add your epis (spice blend from above recipe) along with remaining lime juice and marinate for at least 2 hrs. If you didn’t add the bouillon cube or salt to your spice blend, now is the time to add it so it can seep into the meat.

In a separate pot, boil pumpkin in 6 cups of water until tender (about 30 minutes). Once pumpkin is tender, puree and set aside.

Heat a separate stockpot over high heat. Once pot is heated add ½ cup of oil, once oil is hot add seasoned meat. Keep fire high. Brown for about 5 minutes turning every minute or so. This is to get a nice intense flavor. Add about 3 cups of water to meat and let come to a boil over medium heat for about 30 minutes until meat is tender. When meat is tender and/or water is nearly dry, add pureed pumpkin, 3 more cups of water carrots, potatoes, turnips, celery, cabbage, thyme, parsley, cloves and whole scotch bonnet pepper and let simmer for another 30 minutes to 45 minutes until all ingredients are cooked and soft. Once that happens, Add pasta and let the pasta cook. Taste and add salt/pepper to taste. Remove the scotch bonnet pepper so it doesn’t burst, because it is HOT.

If a bit thick, add more water and if too thin, bring fire up a bit and allow to dry a bit. Turn off the heat and let cool. Serve in a medium size bowl sitting on a plate with pieces of bread on the side.

For those of you who want the flavors of Haiti but don’t want to dedicate the time and would prefer to do it without the meat, here’s what you do. Buy yourself a couple packages of butternut squash or plain cooked squash at the super market. Make your epis (as directed above). On high heat, bring a stockpot to temperature and add oil. Add your seasoning and let brown. Add your squash, then add water. Bring to a boil and add all the other ingredients stated above: potatoes, carrots, turnips, thyme, parsley, vermicelli, cloves. Let simmer and add salt and pepper to taste. This version will take you about 30 to 45 minutes and tastes just as good. Again the trick is that perfect blend of spices of onions, peppers, scallions, garlic, etc.

Happy Cooking!
Nadege Fleurimond

Check out this “pumpkin soup” video  posted exactly one year ago today. 

Carnaval Des Fleurs: Port-au-Prince and Paradise Regained

Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses, even if they’re artificial. For three days, a man on stilts towered over stick-on orchids, synthetic hibiscuses, plastic sunflowers, and a throng of revelers garlanded in polyester leis. A carnival of flowers—in the tropics—ought to be ablaze with, say, fresh cut flowers. But when that country suffers from acute deforestation, you have to make do with the faux kind. And if you happen to be a flower snob like someone else I know, Haiti’s soil is just begging for you to roll up your sleeves and plant a few good seeds.

Pictures of smiling officials surrounded by a bevy of carnival queens in kaleidoscopic gowns grace the news. Frowning critics want to know what there is to be so giddy about in a quake-ravaged country. They counter the flowery images with grim reminders that hundreds of thousands still live in tents, prompting the president to defend the carnival’s hefty price tag while clean water remains a distant dream. Perhaps the Carnaval des Fleurs was not about clean water. Or flowers.

This was the first celebration Port-au-Prince had seen since the massive earthquake nearly totaled the city back in 2010. Those photographs of dancers gliding merrily in front of the sagging National Palace can’t be real; are they? The abysmal poverty just beyond the ornamented float route is very much a reality. Perhaps the dollars that were spent on the festivities could have fed the hungry instead. Still, how much is too much to pay to see a people celebrate life for a few days?

In my country we have a saying: “Aprè bal, tanbou lou.” Indeed, drums are heavier when they’re being hauled back from the dance. The more elaborate and enjoyable the ball, the heavier the drums feel afterwards. But we have another saying: “Men anpil, chay pa lou.” Many hands working together make heavy drums feel light.

Haiti’s last Carnival of Flowers took place so long ago, few people had even heard of it. Perhaps Haiti—like an ancient tree that was cut down—has sprouted new roots and is pushing her way up from under mounds of dirt.

Perhaps all the seemingly unnecessary merry-making on roads soaked with the blood of quake victims in the not-so-distant past is an example of how life always triumphs. Perhaps Port-au-Prince is the birthplace of paradise regained.