Photographer: Ansel Herz - Sunset in Saint Louis du Nord, Haiti| no filter | not photoshopped
Haiti is so full of culture! The first black nation to be free!
New York City: Protest against Dominican Republic plan to revoke citizenship and rights of Haitian-Dominicans, October 17, 2013.
In late September, 2013, the Dominican Constitutional Court annuled the citizenship of anyone born to noncitizens after 1929. This ruling particularly affects up to 300,000 people in the DR of Haitian ancestry.
In New York City, with large Dominican and Haitian communities, the response to this ruling has been outspoken.
This demonstration, conducted in Creole, Spanish and English, denounced this ruling as a violation of human rights. One speaker — Angel Vicioso from the Dominican community — said it was an attempt by “imperialism to divide two poor countries that shared the same island.”
More demonstrations are in the planning stages.
Photos and report by G. Dunkel
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Mondiana J’hanne Pierre
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Go holla at your mom’s Chant D’Esperance and Bib to pass the time cause unless you’re out her house you know you aren’t about to get or give out any candy.
Homemade kasav ak manba (cassava and peanut butter)… This is how you say I love you to a fanm kreyòl! :) #food #happy #haiti #caribbean
my pops always raving about this stuff
All that’s missing is sweet milk to pour all over it
No sweet milk, but I did pour some organic honey (also from Haiti) all over it!but what about the gelé. !!! so good with some !
i know this life
This was the ROUGHHHHH life
Couldn’t take a nap for NOTHING.
turn your head too quick and you’ll smack yourself in the face. smh.
Sleeping on your face for the win.
Ugh. Hit yourself in the damn eye. shit.
Couldn’t lean your head too far forward cuz the back was so tight..
LMAO Thankfully my mom never put this many bows in my head
I only wore the small flower ones.
I even rocked the big ass round ones
nobody could tell me NOTHIN when i had some clips in my head. i was click-clacking all over the place, head whipping side to side like a freakin boss.
People could always here you coming from a mile away especially if you had beads in your hair … And don’t even dare come home if you had a one of the flower barats missing .. smh
you breakin tumblr laws if you a black girl and don’t reblog this tho.
ALL OF THIS ^^^^^^^^^
I used to get whoopin’s if I came home with a piece missing. Moms paid gwap for these! lol, she played no games!
“Port au Prince’s Fifth Avenue is a waterfront road, just off the harbor, where mountains of second hand clothes bake in the tropical sun. The market, Croix-des-Bossales, is where the slaves used to be sold. Now it is not strong men from Africa that the merchants receive, but containers loaded with skirts, pants and shirts from the US. These second-hand garments are called “Pepe” and it is increasingly difficult to see a Haitian wearing something that has not been previously worn by an American.
A t-shirt produced for Wal-Mart in the sweatshops of Port au Prince will be sported by a Texan and then returned to the sender, who, at last, will be able to wear it. This back and forth gives us a peek into the workings of the globalization of the textile industry.
The majority of “Pepe” that arrive on the island have been donated by Americans to charities and collection centers, rejected by Thrift shops, and have gone through the sorting warehouses run by Haitians in Miami that discard the winter clothes and other unmarketable items from the lot. But the worst T-shirts, those that would barely be sold in the cheap gift shops of Times Square, those with the dumbest slogans, reappear, thanks to a free-market miracle, in remote provinces of Haiti where nobody has taken the effort of translating such poetry into Creole.
It is said that the T-shirt, along with the bumper sticker, is America’s favorite place for self-expression, a kind of personal billboard, where political, philosophical and religious beliefs are condensed. Paolo Woods and Ben Depp, two photographers living in Haiti, went on the hunt for the perfect T-shirt.
All of this would be amusing and ironic if the “Pepe” trade had not put out of business thousands of Haitian tailors. But little can stem this garment flow if not the economic crisis that has made Americans a little more cautious about “popping tags”.
“Pepe”, or how lousy T-shirts exemplify fifty years of a North-South relationship.”
— Arnaud Robert