So spoke my dear uncle Ti Jean
Once upon a time there was an Island the Indians called Haiti, Quiskeya, or Boyo. Christopher Columbus came, killed them all and took over their little paradise. He named it Hispaniola. The European powers would fought over it for years; dividing it in two, some times tree parts. The Indians out of the way, they set out to exploit the fertile land and all the natural resources that it possesses. In the 17 hundreds, they invaded Africa. There they kidnapped its inhabitants, put them on ships, in the most horrible conditions known to man. They brought them to Hispaniola to work the land as slaves. The Island prospered even more and became the envy of all Europe; La perle des Antilles. The Aristocracy in France and Spain lived opulently, lavishly, wastefully, on the backs of those African slaves. The slaves would revolt several times, with one revolt more successful than the other; but none resulted in the reversal of the system that has enslaved them. The Masters successfully divided t