1. DJ Sabine Blaizin Talks The Roots Of Haiti’s Deep House Movement

    DJ Sabine Blaizin by Carlos Bell Photography

    The story of Haiti is a story of a people who refused to be enslaved, rising up against their oppressors and creating the first free black republic in the New World– the only nation in the world established as a result of a successful slave revolt. Ostracized and isolated by the West because of this, Haiti kept a strong connection to its African roots, maintaining traditions, rhythms and dances of more than 21 plus different African ethnicities– traditions which in some cases have faded on the continent itself. Vodou, while influenced by the original Taino people and French colonizers, is nonetheless a direct path back to Haiti’s African ancestors. Indeed the sights, smells and music on the island are the closest a Brooklynite could get to Africa in a three hour plane ride.

    Against this backdrop a new movement is gaining momentum. The island is vibrating to the new sound of Haitian House, a deep and tantalizing brew of modern production methods set over the ancient and unmistakable call of the drum.
    Sabine Blaizin is a New York based DJ, promoter, community activist, who some on NYC’s house music scene may know from her brand Oyasound, which gives homage to the ancestors and promotes warrior women in music with a host of great events and excellent Afro Deep House mixes.
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  2. 4hnyc:

    Countdown: 3 days! Live in NYC? Celebrate Haitian Flag Day 5.18.14 w/ us at West 3rd Common! There will be a special prizes, a silent auction, and a Taste of Haiti. All proceeds support Prodev, a non-profit non-government group operating 14 elementary schools and 8 kindergartens in tent camps in Haiti. For more details on donations, ticket sales, and our mission, visit 4hnyc.com —

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  3. A long list of commemorative events is on tap for the Haitian Heritage Month 2014, which includes the celebration of Haitian Flag Day on May 18.

    One of the biggest events is the Haiti Cultural Exchange’s “Selebrasyon!” which kicks off May 18 and runs through June 30. It includes Haitian film, dance, music, literary and visual arts events.

    Dance performances, drumming, arts and crafts and a marketplace will be featured at a free outdoor fête on May 18 at Parkside Plaza, Ocean and Parkside Aves. next to Prospect Park, from noon to 6 p.m. It feaures Haitian Flag Day crafts for children, Rol’hans Innocent and the P.S.189 Dance Troupe and Julio Jean dance workshops by presented by CUMBE, and music by DJ Sabine Blaizin, Jocelyne Dorisme, and Nadïne LaFond.

    In addition, artworks by Engels, Francks Deceus, Eric Girault, Sophia Domeville, Shakespeare Guirand, Mahalia Stine and Nadïne LaFond will be displayed at “Selebrasyon!”

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  4. Haitians Welcome TPS Extension, "Act of Humanity" by Washington

    “Act of humanity that extends beyond the boundaries of the United States and into the heart of Haiti.”

    That reaction by New York City Councilmember Dr. Mathieu Eugene who has come to personify temporary protected status for Haitian refugees living in the United States summed up the feelings of many immigrants from the Caribbean nation living.

    “TPS is another form of relief for Haitian immigrants and their families back home,” added the Brooklyn Democrat who represents parts of the Crown Heights community at City Hall. “It has brought smiles to the faces of people who were really very anxious about their future in the country after they were forced to leave their homeland in the wake of the devastating earthquake of four years ago.”

    In what is being seen as a “major act of compassion,” the Department of Homeland Security and the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services extended TPS for an additional 18 months, giving thousands of Haitians the right to study and live and work in the country without having to fear detention and ultimately deportation to their birthplace. The extension becomes effective on July 23 and runs through January 22, 2016 but to continue to receive the immigration benefits, Haitians must register between March 3 and May 2 this year.

  5. detgirlnyworld:

New Haitian spot across from BAM. Gotta try that food soon!! Sal ye!! #BAM #DanceAfrica #Ayiti (Taken with instagram)

    detgirlnyworld:

    New Haitian spot across from BAM. Gotta try that food soon!! Sal ye!! #BAM #DanceAfrica #Ayiti (Taken with instagram)

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  6. Haitian Community March Across Brooklyn Bridge to Join Occupy Wall St

    fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

    Don’t Occupy Haiti! Occupy Wall Street! New York’s Haitian community will march across the Brooklyn Bridge to “kole zepòl” (join shoulders) with the Occupy Wall Street demonstrators on Friday, Oct. 7. We will rally in Cadman Plaza at 4 p.m. and then cross the Bridge at 5 p.m. Initiated by Fanmi Lavalas (NY), International Support Haiti Network (ISHN) and KAKOLA among others. For more information, call 718 421 0162.

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  7. Edwidge Danticat, Flight: Memory Keepers for So-Called 9/11 “Jumpers.”:

    My family in Haiti has been removing rubble from a school that was shattered during the earthquake of January 12, 2010. In the process, they have found bones, human bones. Because they are not scientists or DNA experts, it is impossible for them to trace the bones back to the bodies to which they once belonged: active, lively people who spoke and laughed and danced and loved.

    Whose bones are these? they wonder. Do they belong to the bright student who was always first in her class, to a parent with whom a teacher had an appointment? Are they the teacher’s bones?

    Listening in on phone conversations about the bones, I think of fossils dug up thousands and even millions of years after death. There is Lucy, the three-million-year-old Ethiopian; Otzi, the five-thousand-year-old Ice Man; and the casts of entire families buried beneath Pompeii.

    It is the burden of the survivors and the curious to decipher final moments, whether they occurred a year, ten years, or a thousand years ago. Do they speak to the reality of a particular time, to the nature of death itself, or to an individual’s final instincts during his or her last moments on earth? In cases where we have a personal connection, we want to know whether our loved ones suffered. Did they have any regrets about things left undone, words unsaid? After two years, after ten years, there are still people around to look back and to remember. However, after a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years, the bones and images will have to speak for themselves.

    The image that lingers most in my mind from September 11, 2001, is that of human beings attempting to fly—men and women catapulted from or fleeing a volcano-like inferno of fuel, fire, heat, and smoke, then cutting across a clear blue sky, down toward the ground. Some were alone. Some were in pairs. Some tried to make parachutes of ordinary things—curtains, clothes. One woman held on to her purse, perhaps thinking that she might need it on the very slight chance that she landed safely on the ground.

    Televised tragedies make death—that most private of departures—public, national, global. No deaths were more public on September 11, 2001, than those of the so-called “jumpers,” a word that many have rightfully called a misnomer, because these were certainly not the deaths these people would have chosen for themselves.

    We are often told that we must not compare tragedies, but how can we not when we experience them in the same body and with the same mind? Past horrors give us a language with which to define new ones. Worldwide terrors become personalized.

    My father, for example, who woke me from a deep sleep in another part of New York, to tell me that the World Trade Center had been destroyed, died four years later, of pulmonary fibrosis—a disease that also struck many 9/11 first responders. He had spent part of that day in downtown Brooklyn, picking up people fleeing Manhattan and chauffeuring them home. That eerie coincidence is one more thing that links September 11th to all the other horrors that my father endured in his life, including a brutal dictatorship.

    My father was extremely critical of the television stations that showed the so-called jumpers. Yes, the images were shocking and deeply unsettling, but they also rendered undeniable the true horror of that day, even though, like bones, they mostly tell one story, the final one. The job of reconstructing lives belongs to the living, the memory keepers, which is what all of us became that day, willing or unwilling witnesses, unable to look away.

    A few days after September 11th, when I ventured near the still smoky ashes of the World Trade Center, I kept thinking about a clear blue sky that had rained lives. I got on a bus filled with other ordinary New Yorkers whose eyes were still teary and red, and whose mouths and noses were covered with dust masks. Besides the shared sensation of having been shattered, though, there was also a feeling of community: having gone through this with the city, wherever in the world you had been born you were now a lifelong New Yorker. Those of us who were from countries that have always been, in their own ways, terrorized could now be counsellors to our previously sheltered friends, but only barely. For, no matter how much we immerse ourselves in communal grieving, we all carry within ourselves our own private memorials of loss and an increasing fear of future ones.

    Watching any disaster, from near or far, makes us aware that memorials are not only places but also experiences. Acts of remembrance can surface out of daily rituals, even interrupted ones. A place setting left unused at a dinner table. An oversized shoe into which we slip a foot. A prayer whispered over unclaimable bones.

    Though I occasionally suffer from a fear of flying, during the past ten years getting on an airplane has become for me an act of remembrance. Each necessary surrender to every new, sometimes frustrating security measure is an acknowledgment that I, too, am attempting to glide on wind currents on borrowed wings while also hoping—praying—to land safely on the ground. 

    The New Yorker

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  8. Haitian Groups to Rally at United Nations Headquarters in New York

     

    Several Haitian grassroots organizations are organizing a rally at the United Nations Headquarters in New York to demand reparation for victims of the United Nations mission in Haiti and the withdrawal of military assets.

Sonje Ayiti

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