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When You Write, It’s Like Braiding Your Hair. Taking A Handful Of Coarse Unruly Strands And Attempting To Bring Them Unity. Your Fingers Have Still Not Perfected The Task. Some Of The Braids Are Long, Others Are Short. Some Are Thick, Others Are Thin. Some Are Heavy. Others Are Light. Like The Diverse Women Of Your Family. Those Whose Fables And Metaphors, Whose Similes And Soliloquies, Whose Diction And Je Ne Sais Quoi Daily Slip Into Your Survival Soup, By Way Of Their Fingers.

To Start With, For Example This Year, 2004, Is The Bicentennial Of Haitian Independence.

People Who Want Alternative Information Have To Try So Hard To Find It.

In The 1980s, When People Were Just Beginning To Talk About Aids, There Were Just A Few Categories Of Those Who Were At High Risk: Homosexuals, Hemophiliacs, Heroin Addicts, And Haitians. We Were The Only Ones Identified By Nationality.

On Some Levels, You Can Also Have This Feeling That We Are Being Duped, Somehow. And That The World Is At Play For Something You Would Understand More If It Were Pure Ideology. It Is A Very Strange Time And Also Basic Things Are Being Taken Away.