On my tours, I introduce kids to "white gold" that delicious cash crop grown here and there. I teach them about slavery and our shared slave law, the Code Noir. I describe a religion with deep, deep roots that is still practiced there, a religion hidden under the Catholicism imposed by our shared colonial rulers. I point out similarities in our architecture. I went there to learn about our shared culture. I returned having learned much more.
In my selective research, the story stopped with the victorious revolution at the turn of the century. (Didn't realize that independence had actually been leased from France. The mortgage of 21 billion dollars was paid over the following 50 years.) I knew thousands of Haitians emigrated to New Orleans after this, as the revolution had destroyed much of the farmland. I read about Haitian immigrants that impacted New Orleans' history. But that ignores the rest of Haiti's story and the current circumstances Haitians deal with every day.
When people say life isn't fair, there could not be more truth to that statement. A portion of the proceeds from our Spooky Tours go to the following organizations:
(Apologies for the depressing post! Haiti is absolutely beautiful. The poverty is absolutely heart breaking.)