Thursday, June 26, 2014

Haiti’s Regime Wants to Block Easy Internet Communications


To the world at large, this is the age of information. We are living in the world of globalization, where mankind has literally come together into a big society. Google is out everywhere, mapping every inch of our planet. Nothing is too far; nothing too isolated. The current Haitian regime appears to not feeling too comfortable with that. The government wants to block easy Internet communications, such as Magickjack and other VOIP technologies from the people. Government officials and their cronies are complaining that such easy accessibility of communication has caused them to not collecting enough money.

This is no surprise. The Haitian mass has recognized one of the most miserable times of history under this government. When you land in Haiti these days, you feel like you have entered the danger zone. The whole life condition appears doomed, dark, and gloomy, (the heat, the mosquitoes, the disease, and the sheer misery of the high costs of almost non-existing goods); the country is hell. And on top of it all, there is no electricity.
And again, what do you expect? In this plain 21st century, I believe this is the only country with a president without a college degree. I hope this is the only country.

It is by design. From the beginning the regime started to alienate the Diaspora community, the backbone of the Haitian economy: (1) A tax on the money transfers, (2) a tax on the phone calls, (3) a tax on the airplane tickets. The next most ignorant circumstance was the economic attack on the Dominican Republic, where the common people used to take refuge and obtain cheap commodities for themselves. The neighboring country retaliated and the poor mass is suffering the consequences.

Now, the regime is looking at stopping easy Internet and phone communications. These days, most countries are offering their citizens easier and better communication. This is the way to evolve and remain to part with the world of globalization. Haitian leaders are taking that away from their citizens. They need more money for themselves. They don’t care about the mass of the people.

It is no wonder that Haiti remains a hellhole.  

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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Thursday, June 19, 2014

All Children Deserve An Education


The governor of Florida, Rick Scott, has just signed into law a legislation allowing in-state-tuition rates to undocumented young students in the higher education system. This sounds very nice, very humane. Every child deserves a shot at education. Yet, what is behind this sudden change of heart? During his first term, the governor was against such rationale. Critics say Scott is looking for the Hispanic votes. In fact, some critic has termed it a, “deathbed conversion,” to signify that Scott is felt challenged by the Hispanic constituency. That’s okay. Politicians always do that. They shift and they take positions to win votes. What annoys us, however, is that he has left some of the kids behind.

His legislation has allowed the privilege only to children that have graduated from the system after having attended a local high school for three years. Is that fair? What about children who have suffered two years of high school? And, the ones who have done one year? This may sound a little bit too demanding. But, if you feel like you want to do something, why not just do it? It is true politics have no heart. Courting the votes of the refugees does not mean being fair to their offsprings. Yet, is not the hypocrisy too obvious?

Some Latin voters are already crying foul. Are they not right? 

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Negro Child

The marauding ships sailed the high oceans from Europe and the Americas, descending upon Africa in search of laborers for the cotton fields of the New World. Caucasian mercenaries conspired with Negro despots, warlords, and rogue leaders in the jungles of the motherland, to seize and send off the children of Africa into servitude to men of evil intent. Young men and women, the strongest, healthiest, and most brilliant were thrown down deep inside the hulls of rugged ships, shackled, naked, and deprived of any human dignity under the whipping of the invaders. On the shores of Europe and the Americas, the slaves were lined up like cows in open markets to be sold at the desire of their traders and into the hands of the slave holders who pillaged the strength of those unfortunate souls and or raped them until they dropped out their last breaths. Mother Africa wailed and whined.

Then, a young man with the darkest complexion traveled from the heart of Africa, and all the way into the new world of the Americas. He initially settled in Hawaii, an America away from America, but still the United Stated of America. He came in and conspired. He learned the American way by penetrating their high institutions; he made a pact with the white people by unifying with their daughters; and, he became one with them by leaving behind his seed that would germinate and climb up the echelon of the marginalized world, to lift up Africa from down under and place her atop of society. He is Barack Hussein Obama.

The majority of Americans would not have consciously agreed that this country was ready for the leadership of an African American. The world in general would not have conceived that society would have this day conceded its reign to a Negro. When Barack Hussein Obama first appeared as a candidate for the presidency of the United States with the other Democrats in the primaries, he could not have been considered more than another simple Democrat – probably of a lesser quality for having been “black”. His resilience proved that he was a tough contender, however, when he was left alone to do battle with Hillary Clinton in a contest that at times turned to be fairly nasty. Many people still could not believe that he would be president. Yet, even that early some people predicted him to defeat Mrs. Clinton because of his calmness versus the Clintons’ agitating nature. This victory turned out to be the first major slap to the face of the status-quo. Most had likely imagined that the country would prefer a white woman over a black man.

One had to have difficulty in foreseeing though that Obama was going to easily break into the Republican line like a football player scoring a touchdown to win over McCain. Hillary expressed the uncertainty when she protested that her opponent was not a formidable enough candidate to face the Republican. McCain himself exemplified such a sentiment in his melancholic campaign.  It was like a Goliath and David affair. Even when the young Obama was consistently showing to be advancing in all the polls, it was still inconceivable for many that he would be able to travel the full course and pierce the ceiling of racism. Some observers cited what they termed the “Bradley effect”, in which they expected the white person to show support for the black man in public, but to cast the ballot for the white candidate behind the curtain. However, some people did say, “You cannot stop history.”
Whatever they meant by that could be lost in its own meaning to the sophisticated mind. Yet, for the believers, it made a lot of sense, as they would mock the skeptics after the victory with, “I told you so!”

Negroes have come a long way. From the jungle of Africa, (fighting lions and chasing wild goats as illustrated in Eddy Murphy’s movie “Coming to America”), to the top universities and institutions of the civilized world, it has certainly been a long and unpredictable journey. To be seized, tied up, jailed, and be thrown shackled inside the hull of an old nasty and dirty ship, where one lies in his or her vomit, urine, and feces for many days, weeks, or even months; and, in heat, cold and rain where a great majority would not survive the trip; it was surely a damned and tragic journey.

Slave traders and masters could not have foreseen what would become of the sons and daughters of Africa. Or, it could be most fairly said that nature has its own way. The human beings have been fighting ardently to shape the course of life, sometimes for the better and other times for the worst. There are good men and evil ones. Some people work for the common good; others promote self interest. Yet, some things in life remain absolute. The sun would rise; the night would fall; the rain would come; and; the human being and life would endure. The man would be elevated; he would be degraded; but, he would remain “the man”, the master of his environment. Whether it is a black man, a white man, a red man, or a yellow man, the basic principle for the man remains constant: to better himself.

With Barack Hussein Obama, history has come full circle. Today, the European, the African, the Asian, and the Native American are drawing nearer together in their conquest of the wild nature. For a long time the Diaspora children of Africa have been fighting their aggressors all over the world for justice, freedom, and equality. They resisted their capturers in Africa; they revolted on the ships crossing the Atlantic; they marooned off the fields in the Americas; and, they have constantly continued to battle their way into mainstream society. And, certainly the oppressors have never ceased to feel the brunt of the Negroes’ anger. It is said that some slave ships were lost at sea due to slave mutinies; slave owners were sometimes assassinated or poisoned in the plantations; and there were continual revolts, such that epitomized in the well publicized Haitian revolt led by the celebrated Toussaint Louverture that resulted into the independence of Haiti from France in 1804 to form the first black nation of the New World.

Likewise, the Negro Americans have never relented in their resistance to oppression; which led to Abraham Lincoln’s liberation of the slaves at the end of the Civil War. And, in the nineteen sixties after furious protests that markedly grew from the refusal of an old tired Rosa Parks to vacate her seat in the bus to white people, and after a formidable leadership performance put forward by the charismatic Reverend Martin Luther King and others, the United States outlawed outright institutionalized oppression. This offered basic rights to the African Americans to function in the country on equal footing with their follow Caucasians countrymen. Now, even though discrimination has persisted, and segregation in the private sectors has remained preeminent, the little tired and frail old woman does no longer have to stand up and to give up her seat to a young strong healthy white man. And, it is no longer standard for the virile young black man to be lynched for simply his natural desire of frolicking with a white female.   

Eventually layers and layers of wall would continue to crumble in the path of the children of Africa. From no seat in the bus, to a back seat, and then to a front seat, progress has been made. Of course the society has remained fairly divisive. Equal rights have never really meant equal opportunity for all. A great majority of Whites has remained strongly united against the advent of the Blacks on their system. Yet, with no legal and or institutionalized barriers in the paths of the Negroes, they have persisted, taking advantage of every minor opportunity to go up the echelon of a marginalized society. It takes much effort, (schooling, working hard, staying out of trouble), just like the white man does; and, the black man turns out to be no less than his white counterpart- if only in the rational mind. Many great and fabulous players have sprung forth in the Afro American arena. From Sojourner Truth of the Underground Railway, to Martin Luther king, to Barak Obama, it has been fantastic what the black mind could accomplish.

Why Barack Obama?

In our days, we have witnessed many formidable African Americans aspired to become the president of the United States. Most notably, there were Jesse Jackson, Reverend Al Sharpton, George Wilder, and Collin Powell. Jackson and Sharpton as is well known, are typical black men who were raised in the middle of the turbulent era of the civil rights movement in the country and in the forefront of activities. When they ran for president, they did not come merely as Americans, but more as the representatives of the Negro Americans. So, any vote for Jackson or Sharpton was a vote for the black interest. One could not say the same for Wilder and Powell. Those two appeared to be more of the elite type that could be at ease with both the Blacks and the Whites. Yet, as older African American men, they very likely would experience major difficulty to capture the heart of both sides in the racial divide.

Barak Obama in contrast, is the new wave of history. There was a rumor running around that he could not even provide his birth certificate. Some critics materialized on that to argue that he might not have been truly American. He might as well have not been “American”. Yet, why not? Nature has its own way. If Jesse Jackson cannot do it, if Al Sharpton cannot do it, perhaps it had to take a “Barak Hussein Obama” to travel anew in his father’s womb from the African motherland across the Atlantic, and into the New World for nature to redirect its course.

Obama does not fully belong to any group, race, or national origin. The conservative pundits call him “the Messiah.” He might as well have been Jesus Christ himself. As Jesus claimed to be both God and human, Obama could call himself both African and American. Plus, he is not black, nor white; he is both. He owes allegiance to no group, or he owes to all. He therefore turns out to be the right material to rise above the divisive system to make history for the children of Africa; they who have been suffering for so long under a system of nonchalance, bigotry, and discrimination.

Jessy Jackson and Al Sharpton were too black. Having been part of the generation of protesters of the sixties, having grown up under tough discrimination, having born of parents brought forth from the slave generations, Jackson and Sharpton could not have distanced themselves from the anger that Reverend Wright has spurted out so profusely when he cried, “God damned America.” They could not bring themselves and their own to cross the bridge and join hands in accolade with the other party that had so much oppressed them. Hence, they remained the candidates of their own kinds. Wilder, Powel, and others similarly could not have mustered the energetic indifference that Obama applied to shatter and enter the glass ceiling. Obama does not share such an American sentiment. His black ancestors from his father’s side were never enslaved in the New World; and on the mother’s side, he was generally raised by his Caucasians grandparents, and therefore he never really knew the depth of repression. Hence, he could rightly maintain the attitude of indifference, not known by the like of Jesse Jackson.

The romantic style the young Obama exhibited to undermine opponents and critics to work his path into the White House has underscored the brutish nature of his kind. Born of a Negro Kenyan father reportedly of a rebellious character, who arrived in the United and excelled greatly in academia only to return to Africa to drift away in oblivion and expired; and, of a Midwestern American Caucasian woman whose one of her greatest passion appears to have been a tendency to divert from the norm and to go into excursions with black men, and who unfortunately succumbed prematurely to cancer; the younger Obama could be justifiably compared to the mule born of a horse and a donkey. He is neither one. Again, to be politically correct, just call him Mulatto. Obama entered the American politics with the intrepidity of the mule – bestial, brute, and fearless; and, with the attitude of the Mulatto who owe allegiance to no race.

Welcome to the Future

To Obama, the past has ceased to be. To him, the young Africans that came to this country chained like animals inside the hull of the ship some hundred years ago were transformed with the triumphant arrival of his father, possibly aboard an American Jumbo jet, to share the seat of knowledge with the brightest and wisest American youths. In this view, the ship of slavery had been sunk with Abraham Lincoln’s emancipation of slavery; the force of discrimination died with Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech; and, all barriers to opportunity were shattered with the acceptance of the Negro into mainstream education and society.  

With this Mulatto’s mentality, the son of Africa has triumphed. Black, White, Yellow, and Red all came together with this new American on November 4, 2008 to sing, “Yes we can.” Old and young, male and female, sophisticated and simple minded, all have seen America anew. Of course, many circumstances played at Obama’s advantage: the faltering economy, the Iraq War, the McCain’s less than perfect campaign, and the celebrated Sarah Palin. Nevertheless, Obama never diverted from a formidable contender. His own campaign team never ceased to look up to him as the leader. In their understanding, he was always there to bring reassurance when things got tough. Many people saw it, with all those things going so wrong with the Republican administration, there could not have been a better opportunity for history to be made. Yet, some have counter-argued that the Democrats could have chosen one of their white candidates to be nominated.

Therefore, it must be believed that Obama had fairly won his nomination among his Democratic peers. So, no matter whatever advantage he had over his Republican opponent, he had also brought all his wit into the game. He never lost his composure; he never strayed too far from his main theme; he never came short of campaign funding, and, he introduced to the system this new voters registration drive that one could rightfully term, “the new Chicago voting machine;” which made sure that the votes of the Black and Poor were not left neglected deep inside the ghettos and the rural communities. Those votes assuredly went to the Obama’s change machine. Coupled with all the voices of unsophisticated people who saw McCain as a continuity of Bush and Palin as not fitted to reside in the White House in Washington DC, victory was assured for Obama.


With that, to agree with many, history has been made; and with others, nature has continued to redefine its course. And, Africa has come into the reckoning.  

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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Thursday, May 29, 2014

Love And Respect

Fourteen-year-old shot his sixteen-year-old brother to death and then killed himself.

Most of us must remember how we loved our siblings when we were growing up. A few may have had a little different experience. But, when you hear such news as a child murdered his brother “over sharing clothes,” you wonder how bad some others must have had it. Children always have their little quarrels in their home environments. Parents are always there likewise to correct and set things back on course.  How could it get so bad for a child to kill his brother and himself?

When you look at the photo of the little boy killer, he appears so nice and innocent, with a broad smile and his teeth grinned, that you could count them, except for a couple of missing ones. He must have had that picture from a few years earlier, in church shirt, tie, and a graduation cap that makes him look like a boy scout. You have to love him, in the picture; you may even wish that he could have been your own little boy. If you did not know, you would have never imagined that a killer lived inside him.
 
He killed his brother “over sharing clothes.” They must have been poor. Perhaps the family did not have enough for each boy to have his own sets of clothing. It is sad. Poverty would do that. But, the big question remains. How a little fourteen-year-old has arrived to muster so much anger and gain possession of a firearm to commit this sordid deed? 

The Bible exhorts us to raise the children in the right path.

Most of us consider our children precious. We love them; we take care of them; and we teach them to do the same to others. That is how most of us have arrived to live in mutual respect with each other and keep our society in check. This young man obviously did not learn how to love, to respect, to share, and to live together. He killed his brother over clothes and then killed himself. Many of us must remember when we had such bad days that even led into physical fights with our siblings. We kicked; we punched; we bit; we screamed; but, we never had the intention to cause permanent damage. The anger of this little boy became so bad he developed a desire to kill. Yet, the worst about it, he gained access to fire power!

Many children in our ghettos these days are little bandits. Being poor, raise by parents with little or no education, and shut out from the better prospect of life, they resort to anger and violence. They are walking around, as you may say, like little adults. They are tough, mean, and ready to cause trouble. Their home environments are conflict zones. Nobody has control. Some are literally war zones. No wonder that a fourteen-year-old could acquire a gun and destroy himself and his brother. It is sad. It could have turned out very differently away from the grips of poverty with more educated and better informed parents. And, the gun? Anybody could always get one for evil intent – even a fourteen-year-old.


If this young man did not have a gun, it is certain the damage would have been far less. I guess. We could simply apply more efforts to show the kids love, respect, and limitation to fire power. 

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

How Much Does The Life Of A Child Worth To DCF?


Few weeks ago, the Miami Herald ran a one-month investigative report on the Florida Department of Children and Families entitled “Innocent Lost.” It covered the painful story of 477 children who died of abuse or neglect after having been subjected to DCF’s inquiry.

The death of yet another child is just an addition. It came just two months after the child welfare department was alerted that the child, nine-month-old Carter James Turcany, was in danger. Apparently, the organization did nothing much to safeguard him. On April 24, Sheriff Deputies arrived to the home that the child shared with his mother Marcia Ann Hake to find him dead. According to police, he was possibly “accidentally smothered while asleep on the couch” in an unsafe sleeping arrangement.

This was not to be unexpected. DCF had recently received two reports that the child and his two siblings were in jeopardy by their mother’s abusing of drugs. One DCF report noted. “The crib is stacked with clothing and other articles…There are concerns on how safe or comfortable the baby was in the home.” Another report in March denoted that the mother was using her money to purchase non-prescription pills and other drugs and did not buy foods for the children. And, an earlier report claimed. “…Hake was not supervising her children, who were seen running around the neighborhood, and she was stumbling from apparent drug use. Hake’s children…were always hungry.”

How much does the life of a child worth to DCF? We must force ourselves to answer as to the role of the organization. The website of the Florida Department of Children and Families provides the following statement: "The mission of the Department of Children and Families is to Protect the Vulnerable, Promote Strong and Economically Self-Sufficient Families, and Advance Personal and Family Recovery and Resiliency." This sounds noble. Yet, you have to wonder whether the words are not generally empty.

When considering the traumatic circumstance enveloping the life of nine-year-old Carter James Turcany, it is obvious that he was a vulnerable child in urgent need of protection. DCF did not provide it. The family was in disarray: The mother was abusing drugs; the children were not supervised; the home was not maintained; there was no food in the house for the children; and the sleeping arrangements were obviously precarious. According to the police, the child likely died due to such a bad sleeping arrangement.


DCF was aware of the whole dangerous situation. Not only that several recent reports, one as recent as March, were done with the organization, the Miami Herald noted family members as stating that the mother “had a long history with the state Department of Children and Families.” We could fairly translate in this case that the organization has been doing a very poor job. In the case of the little boy Carter James Turcany, DCF simply left him there to die. They received reports; they investigated; and they turned a blind eye leaving the child languishing in the shadow of the malfunctioned system until on April 24, 2014, he was discovered without life. His life obviously was worth not much to DCF.

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

In the World of Google

I picked up the phone and made a local call. I made it quick. In Haiti every second on the cell phone counts. Then, I noticed the app, a map on the screen with the logo of a highway. I tapped on it. A fuzzy satellite image appeared. At first, I could not clearly make out what location it could be. I tapped again, to make it wider and clearer. Then, I realized it was old Port-au-prince, as I had first guessed. I searched ‘my location.’ A dot came up at the supposed area that I was. Although things were still not so clear, I was elated simply to realize that I was using such technology in Haiti. I looked for the one place that concerned me the most and that would be the most obvious, the Toussaint Louverture International Airport. A huge purple line traced the way from my location to the airport. Then, I gasped, “Google!” Nothing is too far; nothing too isolated.

I sat there transfixed to the cell phone, moving it to various directions and trying to identify certain locations in the labyrinthine city. I was amazed just like a child discovering a new toy. I kept on navigating the system until my friend whose phone I was using stated, “This thing might eat all the card.” I jumped back to the reality of cellular phone in Haiti. I had already ignored the fact that making a call, sending a text, or using the Net is charged by the minute there. Nevertheless, the experience was great and the feeling sensational. I had been aware that Google had been out there tracing every inch of the planet. Yet, it never occurred to me that I would be in Haiti at this moment and circulating at GPX precision.


Previously I had always considered myself lost in Port-au-prince, a big slum with a system of transportation worse than anything anybody should wish to imagine. This was the first time I felt that I could get up and go somewhere and find my way around there. I never attempted to find out how much it cost to navigate the map. However, when I was returning to the airport, I followed the trace just like I saw it on the big purple line of the Google map.

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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Friday, April 4, 2014

Just When We Thought Uncle Sam Had Our Backs

Moving about these days you always feel as if some giant eyes are on you, and you have nowhere to hide. Cameras are rolling everywhere, on our streets, in public places, and even in our own homes. Up in the heavens, there are satellites; and, there are the drones. When an insect flies over you in your living room, you can never be sure that it is a real one – at least you should not. We are being watch! This manifested clearly through the voice of former President Jimmy Carter recently when he complained that he believed the government had been monitoring his conversations, and to communicate with other leaders he has had to use the traditional mailing system.

That was the general perception before the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 on March 8, 2014. However, many people have since reconsidered their positions. They are telling themselves that they probably were fooled by all the propaganda of electronic surveillance. If a giant machine such as that Boeing 777 with 239 individuals on board could vanish up in thin air like that, and no country, no government, and nobody could discover what happened; the godly eye of Uncle Sam appears to really have existed solely in our minds.

They are scouring the oceans over there in the Far East; they are searching all isolated land terrains; nothing, no clue has been revealed as to what has become of the airliner. We have heard of airplanes flying “under the radar.” This was one particular perception advanced in this case. Yet, we should think that it would sound reasonable for the past, but in this age of electronic surveillance we should place a question mark on it. We would think if some cameras did not catch it, some satellites would have done the job. There is a space station up the heaven for Christ sake monitoring everything!

The search must have covered millions of square miles from the China Seas to the South Indian Ocean. Every now and then some search groups have spotted something only to lament later that it does not belong to the ill-fated airliner. Now, since Uncle has failed us, we are going to concoct our own answer. The Boeing was hijacked. With that, we could add two possibly reasonable scenarios. (1) Aliens came down from the heavens; they closed off all the human surveillance capacity, including “The International Space Station;” they took the plane up to the “black hole.” Then again, many of us do not believe in Santa Clause. We thus have another explanation. (2) The Big Uncles did it.


In the past, we were mostly worried about our Uncle Sam here in the United States. Today, we must watch for many Uncles – Russia, China, the European Union, and even Brazil and India. There was a story in the past about some country building some type of underwater facility that we could simply term “underwater caves.” Now, with our great human advancement in electronic, we have no idea with what those big “Uncles” are experimenting. Could they have hijacked the airliner and taken it to some hidden location? Could it have been them doing what we thought the aliens did? So far, we don’t know anything other than to presume that Uncle Sam is not as watchful as we had previously believed.    

By E.C. GRANMOUN
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