Someone once told me that my enduring desire to be in Haiti is an unexplainable urge that young Haitians living in the diaspora often feel despite their nationality; Anacaona’s long-lost children finding their way back home of sorts. But for me, although I have always had trouble articulating this connection well, I can trace my love for Haiti directly to the love shared between me and my grandmother Mel; a love that endured in spite of language barriers and cultural differences, that endured without conditions, and has even endured beyond death. Yes, my love for an entire country parallels and originates from my love for a single woman. A woman who’s aura and unconditional love I liken to her upbringing in Haiti.
During this past year in Haiti I have experienced realities, some harsh and others beautiful, of this country that I could never have begun to understand through any of the texts I read or dialogues I had about Haiti before my arrival. Through the many emotional and physical trials I have had, I have begun to learn, relearn, and unlearn truths about myself and the fundamentals behind how I perceive the world around me.
This blog is intended to be a space for us to share those experiences unique to being Anacaona’s daughters that have made us feel unheard or powerful, included or excluded, triumphant or disappointed. A place where we can be reminded that we’re not alone. I hope you enjoy and partake in the discussions!