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Letter to Mr. X

September 28, 2024

By Thals Volmar

The days of the year go by, I sat down on a chair in a little corner, trying to do things that are worthwhile, I heard noises outside, it seemed like a tumult where you can't distinguish the voices of men from women, so for children and old people, I stayed, as if nothing had happened,  the forehead lowered on a white sheet of paper looking for inspiration; alas! no inspiration has come to me, and I am troubled in my mind, for the tumult heard is no longer a tumult, but complaints and groans from all sides.

Then I got up, I moved towards the exit door, and outside, being at the side of the street, I saw stones that were in pain, I looked ahead and on the path towards the mountains, I saw trees that trembled, for, alas! they have no mouth to cry out; and among the complaints and groans that come from the bruised hearts and the sorrowful lips, I hear those of the children who are threatened and who are in fear, and their faces are pale; I hear those of the old men who cry for help, and the indignant themselves; I hear those of men and women who are wounded and humiliated, and some associations of people whose intentions are good and who, in a whisper and without any valid effect, raise their voices, and the unfortunate themselves; there are also those of the sick, pregnant women, wet nurses, and infants themselves. At this point, I was and still am troubled, the divine spirit has shaken my poet's mind, and then they become one ; and then it said to me, "Speak" and I am still troubled in my mind, and my heart is very sad; I am weak in my soul, and it says to me again, "Speak, you may not be heard, but your voice will certainly be heard." I call for my tears, but they are no more, and sad and courageous, I speak :

" Haiti has already fallen into barbarism, it is possible that the United States will follow suit. My gaze is not on me, because at 33 years old I have already known the pains of the earth, I was there humiliated and unhappy, and everywhere I went, I was humiliated and unhappy, so I said why these humiliations? Well, because of the mortals fashioned from clay who have only 80 years to decay and then disappear, and who think that they are the legitimate owners of the earth because they are white or rich ; they are numerous, but not all the white and rich people are haughty; and it's contagious because it's spreading even among non-whites, and it's incurable because it's a disease and because it's continued through the ages. I don't see myself, but the pains of children, pregnant women, wet nurses, old people and sick people who suffer and who suffer more because they are Haitians or, at least, because they are black or, at least, because they are poor. O God, they hate us, wherever we go, they humiliate and martyr us, when it is not an empty head lost in a fantasy of being white who tells lies against us and who spits nonsense and invective at every moment about us, it is a brainhead delirious under the effect of cocaine that attacks us out of a desire to belong. Where has the United Nations, this masquerade, gone? Where have human rights gone? In the Dominican Republic, they take wet nurses and those who have just undergone a caesarean section on their beds in the hospital, they watch for the sick and pregnant women in front of the hospital gates to send them home like objects or, at least, animals. O God, are you waiting for them to eliminate us all so that, clothed in white robes before your throne, we may cry out for justice at all times ? They come to us, they defecate, they kill our leader, they give power and munitions to the bandits and evildoers, and they themselves rape our children, they kill us, and unfortunate innocents, to save us, we have come to them, they humiliate us, they say that we are responsible for all the evils and diseases of the earth, and as in hunting, they run after us. And yet, we were always good to them, without exception on the continent and, to a certain extent, the world; When we have not fought for them, we have fought alongside them for just causes, we have neglected our old men to take care of their old men, and our children to take care of their children. Today, it is more than contagious, from country to country it continues, those who are the most hostile and the most odious to the Haitians will take power ; all demagogy, all international politics are carried out on Haiti. O God, what should we do? Our country is unbearable and the outside world does not welcome us. They try to make us look like savages, and yet they will never be able to do it."

I don't lose track of the title of this writing, but I'm upset, therefore Mr. X, the news is spreading that you are taking advantage of your economic asset to thwart the law as it happens in Brazil, and to support lies that harm an entire people, and often you are accused of being arrogant and not being philanthropic and good to your country of origin, yes, it shows, you were looking for belonging. So let me tell you : There was a man, an ordinary child he had been, he grew up in a country where black people were martyred and massacred, he went to a country called Land of All Nations, and by luck and not by wisdom, he became rich. Always in search of belonging, he sought to humiliate one group or race for the benefit of another, he took himself for the navel of the world, because the desire for the past of his country of origin was still alive in him, and so driven by this desire, he became scatterbrained, hotheaded, he attacked children, the poor,  the vulnerable people who have become more vulnerable because of him, God  ! he forgot that he was a man, a simple man as all men are; alas ! he smoked cocaine, he ate what is forbidden, and he would be heard of no more, and his name would remain engraved on the wall of impostors.