I question whether I want to be integrated into America as it stands now, with its complacency and materialism, its soullessness.

I question whether I want to be integrated into America as it stands now, with its complacency and materialism, its soullessness.

A silenced Haiti has once again found its literary voice.

Once a great wrong has been done, it never dies. People speak the words of peace, but their hearts do not forgive. Generations perform ceremonies of reconciliation but there is no end.

My very first lessons in the art of telling stories took place in the kitchen . . . my mother and three or four of her friends. . . told stories. . .with effortless art and technique. They were natural-born storytellers in the oral tradition.

But sometimes it's necessary to go back before you can go forward, really forward.

We live surrounded by white images, and white in this world is synonymous with the good, light, beauty, success, so that, despite ourselves sometimes, we run after that whiteness and deny our darkness, which has been made into the symbol of all that is evil and inferior.