Follow up 2 - Do not give up on yourself

I mean, whatever minor positive contribution does worth the effort.
As educated individuals in a developed societal environment that's what we do daily for ourselves -keeping positive and doing what is under our power and ability to improve our condition of being. As Haitians, we also owe that much - a positive contribution - to our collective haitianess.

I mean, we cannot sit around and allow the Haitian to continue its destructive course without our intervention. The same way we struggle to keep our personal selves; the same we should do for our Haitianess. In the United States, we hear all the times how the American man is struggling to leave a better country for his children. In Haiti, the destructive nature of our leadership has continued to produce the chaos that we know as Haiti. As I said last time, borrowing from Felix Morisseau Leroy, We are all guilty... I mean, unless you could consciously declare, "I have done my best," you cannot frankly claim innocence.

Toussaint Louverture, Dessalines, and others had given their lives to leave the Haitian man freedom. Unfortunately, our men of today have not fought as hard to maintain it. Now, let us ask ourselves a question. How much have I done in comparison to my fellow Haitians? I mean. Do you think you have contributed enough to the betterment of our Haitian nature for you to have a conscience to blame others and not yourself?

When you land at the Toussaint Louverture International Airport in Port-au-prince, you immediately smell the misery that is waiting you. Even in the air as the airliner is cruising over the desolated dry, rocky, treeless landscape, your heart is wrenching for a motherland on its death bead. Many of us have experienced a certain urge to simply run away from the decrepit environment and never to return. This means that our national land environment has become uninhabitable. No surprise! That is why many of us had left in the first place. But what concerns me is the 9 to 10 millions brothers and sisters stuck back there on that wretched rock with their bags on their backs. And, there is no more Kannter. Imagine yourself one of those lowly forty, fifty year-old, dark, dirty, emaciated father in ghettoes of Port-au-prince or deep into the countrysides! Imagine, you out there with no hope and no one is working to give you a better day! Forget politics; forget those who could fetch a visa to board the American's airliner for the moment. Just focus on our simple illiterate poor brothers and sisters who need our sympathy. That is why I am writing this.

If I don't do a little; if you don't do a little; if the others don't do a little; there would never be a better day for our poor uneducated relatives, and thus Haiti. And, you and I don't even have to lose time blaming others since we have failed as much as all the others.

By E.C. GRANMOUN

E.C. Granmoun is the author of "Bully: A Novel" ebook on amazon.com
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