I think it's hard for an outsider to capture the flavor of a community and all its nuances, so ultimately Haitian-Americans need to start sharing intimate accounts of their stories.
Edwidge DanticatIf a woman is worth remembering,' said my grandmother, 'there is no need to have her name carved in letters.
Edwidge DanticatLove is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you're not careful it will drown you.
Edwidge DanticatWhen you write, itโs like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring them unity. Your fingers have still not perfected the task. Some of the braids are long, others are short. Some are thick, others are thin. Some are heavy. Others are light. Like the diverse women of your family. Those whose fables and metaphors, whose similes and soliloquies, whose diction and je ne sais quoi daily slip into your survival soup, by way of their fingers.
Edwidge Danticat