Haitians Speak Out Against the American Mistreatment!
Our government's occupation of Haiti has not been as peaceful and just as we have been led to believe. New information has been brought to light that exposes the unjust and evil deeds that have been committed by our troops. They have manipulated, wrongly imprisoned, and threatened the innocent people of Haiti for the duration of their occuaption, and have been omitting these actions from the reports they give to our public.
The actions of the troops have been revaled through the letters of one Charlemagne Peralte, a Haitian resistance leader. His letters are used to inspire the come folks of the haitian society to resist the wishes of the American troops. Now, this may seem like it is uncalled for, but upon reading that they troops burn down houses and prevent them from being rebuilt, you might change your mind. But Peralte did not start with inspiring revolution; no, he started out by sending letters to a minister. He had composed an argument saying that the American Government claims to respect the rights of small independent nations like Haiti, and yet they have been subject to crimes, insults, illings, and theft at the hands of our government. He says that although the Haitians are ready to accept the terms of a just occupation from our government, these injustices have forced the hand of the Haitians, and they feel that they must take action against the occupation
People, innocent people, have been abused by the men of our armies. A Mr. Dilon Victor was hung from his wrists in prison for not allowing a Leutient to take his tired horse. A woman by the name of Exile Onexile was put in prison because she asked a Captain to return the goat he stole from her. In addition, he took 130 gourds as compensation for her goat, burned her house, took her money, and killed her husband. In light of all this, the Haitians reistance does not seem so bad now, does it? Who do you support? If you have any heart at all, your heart and prayers should go to those who suffer the injust treatment at the hands of our men.
Today in class we worked on our badges, which was fun. I'm skipping the first quest for now and working on the second. I'm taking an old chorus song that the women's choir did my freshman year and converting the lyrics into things related to water. I have no idea what the expect because I can't figure out how to view their presentations no matter what I do, so I'm just going to go to town. Also, yesterday, we had a debate about the Amerindians. I got the suck side that was morally wrong and is going to be proven wrong no matter what, but I refuse to lose and arguement, and I think I did really well considering no one else was on my side, including the "impartial" judicial branch.
In class yesterday we broke up into three groups and rotated through stations about life on the prairie. The first station my group was in was the sod house. It was pretty small, and we had to plan where everything would go. We put the fireplace in the wall opposite the door, and the water pump diagonally across from that. Next to the fire was where we decided we'd sleep, and we'd have a small table and chair in front of the fire for eating. All of our stuff would be stored in little cubbies we could dig out of the walls, and the bathroom was outside. The next station involved sitting still for a minute, because that's how long you had to stand still for a picture, and at the last station you had to smell wet sod so you'd know what your house would smell like.
I have to say, it wasn't that bad. I don't mind a tight living space, and I'd most likely be spending more time outside than inside if I lived on the prairie anyway. I like smaller, dark spaces like that. As for sitting still for a minute, that wasn't so bad either. It was just a matter of trying not to twitch. I can, however, understand why people in old pictures didn't smile. And the smell wasn't that bad either. Not something I'd want my Febreeze to smell like, but definitely something I wouldn't mind, especially since I'd most likely be used to it. So, I think I could have made it on the prairie. Well, at least as far as willpower goes, I have no idea about farming.
I don't know if we had to blog for today, but I will. We had our first 16% time today, and we started to look at the different badges we could earn on the Smithsonian website. I think I'm going to go for the Arts Advocate badge. It's all about water for some reason, but I really don't care. I'm kind of excited to start it actually, it's going to be fun. The first quest is making a representation of a satellite picture, which I'll have to do at home, but I'll get to use my water color paints for the first time. The next quest is writing as song about water. I definitely wont be able to write my own tune, but instead of just writing it to a pop song, I'm going to take an old choral piece from Women's choir and rewrite the words to the parts, and then see if I can get a few people to sing it through with me to record it. The last quest is to make up an invention to help solve a water problem, and I have no idea what to do for that one yet. I'm sure something will come to me.
Today in class we preformed quick skits about what people must have thought about traveling west. We had to answer questions like "would just young men be going?", "what's out west?", and "would we go?" All the skits were pretty diverse about the answers, but it all points to one thing: no one knew anything about the west, and those who were going out there were only going in hope of farming. I think I would have traveled out west. The promise of free, open land, a new start, opportunities, a chance to get rich, and also I've kinda of always wanted to live in a place like the prairie. I think it stems from too much "Little House on the Prairie," both the books and television show, as a child. Anyway, people seemed to know nothing except that they hoped for a good life out west.