MY HAITIAN IS BEAUTIFUL
Yes my Mother, my shy, sweet mother was part of this courageous voyage. With limited knowledge, money and family she made it to the United States. She met my father and conceived me. She knew that God would not have allowed her to make it this far just to have to turn back. Now pregnant with me in an unknown land she was granted asylum.
She was determined to make it in the U.S. and soon sent word home to her frantic family that she had survived the 8-day journey. Couldn’t read, write or speak English but she made it. She started working in a factory and taking classes immediately. She held her own convictions, if God allowed me to make it where others were denied then I have to excel and give him all the glory.
Which brings me back to being raised Haitian in Miami in the 1980’s. Despite all the taunting and ridicules by others, my mother went through too much for me not to excel. She kept us at home, in church and school. She often shared that she was not privileged to go as we are here in this country. I would often times come home to teach my parents what I had learned that day in school. I did most of the reading, writing and talking. I give credit to my teachers who understood the struggle and went the extra mile to make sure I did well.
As an adult, I hear people say often, you don’t look Haitian. I would ask why. Is it because I am well in speech, or educated? They could never give a response. Well I would say My HAITIAN IS BEAUTIFUL. My Haitian sacrificed everything to get here and I intend on making sure that those who didn’t have the opportunity, seek to maximize their true potential in their country.