Personal Narrative: My Growing Up In Haiti

A paradigm I have come to believe from my years growing up in a Caribbean household to parents with limited education is that there is something wrong with Americans. I am first generation American and that is something my mother claimed to regret even now in my adult years. Growing up I can distinctly remember my mother always saying that there is something wrong with Americans.It was when she would watch some disturbing story on the news, or when her family would call updating about some latest scandal, it was anytime she found something wrong with the world then something was wrong with America.

In 1999, I left Haiti. Although it has been 16 years, I hold on to the memories for dear life. I lived in a city called Port de Paix, just a few hours away from the capital, which means it was quiet and peaceful; that was just wonderful. This essay will outline the wonderful memories of my childhood in Haiti.

Diverse individuals with distinctive stories apply for school each year. Some with stand-out encounters, others an ability that separate them from others. Be that as it may, for me my experience, culture and trials are what decide my uniqueness. Conceived from the poorest nation in the western hemisphere, Haiti where I lived with my persevering mother (after the death of my dad when I was 10 months) providing for us through her little business. Until the overwhelming quake that struck my nation in 2010. This disastrous occasion changed my viewpoint in life. I left my past life alongside my mom in Haiti. I packed material possessions alongside the adventures and memories that I experienced throughout the years and went to a foreign nation to close relatives. I went to

Little is a town is rooted and build on the back bone of Haitians. This city now known as little Haiti was once known as the lemon city continues to face struggled that has placed them as an oppressed society. Many of the residents are oppressed for many reasons ranging from factors such as education, income, and physical power over their community. The Haitian and residents do not hold their power of influence in their community.

From the start life has always been a battlefield for me and my family. In Haiti my father had studied to become an engineer despite his poor upbringing and my mother had worked multiple jobs to help support the family. Life in Haiti had already been tough but after a coup d’état and an election there was finally hope that Haitians would have to live under a repressive government no longer. The new government created hope which was then solidified when Duvalier announced his candidacy, by this time he was already a well-known physician that took part in many public health campaigns. My father remembers when Duvalier was elected, with promises of rebuilding a broken country and the happiness that followed, but this did not last. Shortly after

Purpose: To understand how Haiti became what it is and all the trials it has endured

Everyone has a past either good or bad and they’re the ones that decide how they are going to use it. I’ve always been so fascinated with people’s personal stories because I think our past, where we came from and what we have been through has a big impact on how we live our lives. My story is a unique one, I grew up in Haiti and I mostly remember about all the insecurity problems there, being scared that my parents got killed on their way back home from work, or me and my brother getting kidnapped one day. My story is different from everyone else’s, no one can tell it better than I can; but all of us at one point have experienced something in common and finding this person or this group of people

What does the average American really know about the country, Haiti? Is the lifestyle all black magic, spells, and séances? Is this media portrayal of Voodoo the only way of life and what is Voodoo, any way? These questions come to mind when someone wants to know the truth about Haitian culture and life in Haiti. Haitian culture consists of deep rooted religious beliefs, music, and Haitian cuisine.

I am a first generation Haitian-American college student. I recently left you my place of employment to return to college. Both of my parents have a high school graduate level education, and some trade experience. Also, my parents both work two jobs and it's still extremely difficult to make ends meet and have the finances left over to pay for tuition and books. Without the aid of financial aid and scholarships, I am not sure if I could afford to continue my education. I have worked diligently to get the funds to pay for classes, and got my grade point average high enough so that I could be considered for such awards. I am confident that my hard work will pay off in the

Haiti was once the first black independent republic in the world and the richest island in the Caribbean. Today Haiti is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere and one of the poorest countries in the world. What could have happened to Haiti in almost two hundred years of history? The country experienced repeated civil war and foreign intervention. Haiti is not isolated from the international world. Thus, it was not out of concern for ordinary Haitians that the United States intervened in Haiti. It was out of concern for profit and stability within the United States' own backyard. The purpose of this paper is to show the negative aspect that the United States had played in the government of Haiti.

"Two hundred years ago, our precursors in Haiti struck a blow for freedom, which was heard around the world, and across centuries." – Baldwin Spencer

Haiti has long been known for its major export of Haitian migrants in search of a better way of life. It is an exodus that goes back several decades, however with recent times the numbers have increased dramatically. In fact, that numbers of Haitians fleeing Haiti in the early 1990's far exceeds the numbers recorded in earlier years. Between 1972- 1979, some 8,000- 10,000 Haitians arrived in the United States. Compare this number with the 14,443 Haitians interdicted between September 30, 1991 - January 1, 1992. By early 1994, this number totaled over 41,000 (Report on the Situation of Human Rights in Haiti, 1994). Economic deprivation has always been the predominant influence for the migrating of Haitians, yet in the

Off the Gulf of Mexico, lies one of the most densely populated and least developed countries in the Western Hemisphere with a population of almost 10 million people. The country faces many natural disaster and challenges, including a poor educational system, lack of sanitary water access, and inferior living conditions. This country is Haiti.

The stressful time which I have encountered in my life is major illness called Malaria. My body was infected with malaria disease and i suffered with bad health for about three months. In the third year of my under graduation i have been attacked with malaria and it affected me allot. I believe it was the last day of the first semester in my third year of my under graduation. Myself came out from the college to my room and i was feeling little dull that day. Slowly there was a slight increase in my body temperature that night and i thought it might be a normal fever. It was a tough time to sleep that night in spite to the raise in my body temperature and even i have suffered with body pains that night. I was all alone in my room that night and moreover i am staying about 300 kilometres far away from my parents to pursue my under graduate studies. That night passed away and the next day in the morning i fell sick totally. There after i cannot have enough strength to do my work. On that day i did not go to my college and there after i made phone call to my relative who lives in the town called Guntur. He arrived to my room in the evening and took me to the hospital. I was starving from the morning because i couldn’t have enough strength to cook for myself as i was totally ill on that day. The doctor prescribed certain Laboratory tests and for the mean time as it became evening he told to take some medicines that might decrease the intensity of my fever. Later in the next

The stressful time, which I have encountered in my life is a major illness called Malaria. My body was infected with malaria disease and I suffered with bad health for about three months. In the third year of my under graduation, I have been attacked with malaria and It affected me allot. I believe it was the last day of the first semester in my third year of my under graduation. Myself came out from the college to my room and I was feeling little dull that day. Slowly there was a slight increase in my body temperature that night and I thought it might be a normal fever. It was a tough time to sleep that night in spite to the rise in my body temperature and even I have suffered with body pains that night. I was all alone in my room that night and moreover, I am staying about 300 kilometres far away from my parents to pursue my undergraduate studies. That night passed away and the next day In the morning I fell totally sick. There after I cannot have enough strength to do my work. On that day I did not go to my college and there after i made a phone call to my relative who lives in the town called Guntur. He arrived to my room in the evening and took me to the hospital. I was starving from the morning because I couldn’t have enough strength to cook for myself as I was totally ill on that day. The doctor prescribed certain Laboratory tests and for the mean time as it became evening he told to take some medicines that might decrease the intensity of my fever.