Word: haitianization
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...village of St. Michel-de-1'Atalaye, high on Haiti's Plateau Central, it was a day of both sadness and fun. The older folk, according to the Haitian custom, alternately wept & wailed, feasted, played cards. For the younger ones there were endless ghost stories and riddles. It was the day of 26-year-old Alina Souf-frant's funeral...
Alina, a sturdy, black peasant girl, had been paralyzed in both legs for six months or more. One day she became feverish and lapsed into a coma. Three days later she stiffened and turned cold; then the wake began. One ancient Haitian custom was omitted: no hill-country witch doctor poisoned her or stabbed her to make sure that she would never become a zombi...
...ridden Dominican Republic. Haiti's spokesman before the O.A.S. charged that the Dominicans, while raising a hue & cry about Cuban and Guatemalan plots against themselves, had actually been hatching a plot of their own against neighboring Haiti. The scheme, uncovered late last month, called for the murder of Haitian President Dumarsais Estimé and other high Haitian officials and-to provide a reason for indignation-the burning of the Dominican embassy in Port-au-Prince. In the ensuing panic, Dominican troops under the renegade Haitian colonel, Astrel Roland (TIME, Feb. 21), were to invade the country...
...basement room of a Third Avenue gallery last week hung the second Manhattan exhibition of contemporary Haitian art. Done by houseboys, chauffeurs and voodoo drummers in their spare time, the paintings were as uninhibited as they were crude. Their bright automobile-enamel colors and outlandish but occasionally forceful draftsmanship looked good to many a critic, for they made a pleasant and refreshing contrast with the alfalfa-dry fare ground out by most professional moderns. "These fellows," said one enthusiastic gallerygoer, "paint as a cock crows...
...Haitian primitives had some extraordinary subject matter to draw on-tropical market places, voodoo rites and deities, scenes from the black nation's bloody history. But the most effective pictures in last week's show were those that made no effort to be beautiful and that sacrificed the esoteric for the immediate. Préfète Dufaut's childlike Harbor at Jacmel was as flat, bright and familiar as any postcard, and Wilson Bigaud's self-portrait behind bars had the harshness of a flashbulb photo. Even these, standouts though they were, lacked most...