Word: haitians
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Like any other voodoo mystic, Haitian Dictator François ("Papa Doc") Duvalier has his good-luck day: the 22nd. He was elected "President" on Sept. 22, 1957, inaugurated Oct. 22, then installed as "President for Life" on June 22, 1964. Some Haitians even credit his occult powers with the Nov. 22, 1963 assassination of President Kennedy, a longtime foe. But last Jan. 22, Duvalier's luck suddenly seemed to turn when one of his two DC-3s crashed on Haiti's southern peninsula, crippling his rickety little air force. Haitians hopefully spread the word that Duvalier might...
...help lure back some of the country's moneywise mulattoes-as well as other investors and tourists-Papa Doc called a rare press conference last month in his palace in Port-au-Prince. "It is urgent," he said, "for every Haitian-wherever he is-to come home and work with the President and Cabinet and with every foreign investor that Haiti needs for its development. The Haitian soil belongs to every Haitian." The "explosive stage" of his revolution was over, Papa Doc promised, and now Haiti was entering the more humane "administrative stage...
...Castro Call. Exiles in New York, Miami and Nassau only shrug at such gestures. Never at a loss for rumors, exiles were brimming with an entirely new crop last week, hinting at possible coup attempts inside Haiti and new guerrilla invasions. To help pave the way, "The Voice of Haitian International Union," an exile group, buys time on a New York short-wave radio station to beam a half-hour news and conversation program into Haiti six days a week, poking fun at Duvalier. Castro is also taking to the air waves. "Duvalier has signed his own death warrant," Havana...
...make a book this dull. After all, we do care about the vegetarians enough to cringe mildly for them. And a few of the other characters are interesting, too: the little criminal, who is always making up stories about himself and planning great escapades which invariably fail, or the Haitian doctor, a gentle, philosophical communist. And there's not nearly enough about the narrator's mother, who writes to her Haitian lover: "Marcel, I know I'm an old woman and as you say a bit of an actress. But please go on pretending. As long as we pretend...
Last year a handful of Haitian exiles made their way into the country and tried to rally the peasants in revolt. Nothing came of it. "Doc will stay in power,'' said a Haitian army officer in a Port-au-Prince bar. "The people know that they will be killed instantly if they get out of line." He slammed his fist on the table. "Like that," he glowered, "we will crush anyone who causes the slightest bit of trouble." And like that, Papa Doc is slowly crushing the life out of his forlorn little country...