Friday, August 14, 2009

True Story: "Haitiano"

So Wednesday night I was picked up by police because they thought I was Haitian (the one time I decided to leave home without my passport). There are no embellishments here; I really couldn't make this stuff up. So here's my story: It's about 10pm, I'm freshly-dipped, headed to this fly bar on El Malecon called Mint connected to the Napolitano Casino...

































































































































































































































































































































































































And that's how my Wednesday night went down. I got home around 12:40am and was surprised because I really thought it was the middle of the night. But the whole ordeal was about 2, 2.5 hours long. All I kept thinking about in my apartment that night was all of the other brothers I saw get scooped up just like that, for no reason other than the aforementioned. I had my American citizenship on my side. But I was just as much African as the rest of the dudes on that truck...and I was blessed to be able to walk away. A crazy mix of emotions I dealt with, indeed. Thursday I needed to recover and just vegged out all day. Today (Friday) I spent it on the beach.

Gracias a Dios

(thank God)


7 comments:

  1. man...i know, i know, i know, mi hermano.

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  2. Wow, Molaundo. This is intense but I love the way you've documented this via your drawings. Definitely something to tuck away and share with your seeds and even grandchildren down the line. What an experience to have in 2009. Goes to show that while many things have changed, there's still lots of work to be done.

    So glad you're safe, homie...

    *r

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  3. You had to pay them for a car ride home? Thanks for sharing this ordeal Mo. Although very serious, i found myself giggling at the usage of Po-po and Veng!

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  4. I felt in my heart of hearts that I would get out of the situation unscathed- at least physically. But that was probably the craziest thing that's ever happened in my adult life (and trust, I have my fair share of stories) so my nerves were shot to hell!

    And Keish, I didn't have to pay them for a ride home. I was paying them so that they could be satisfied at the end of what was a grand hustle. After dude told me he was "hungry" and didn't have any money, I figured it would be in my best interest to give these mofos something. I wanted to ensure that I made it back home without getting hurt or having them rummaging through my place for ish to take- like the thousands of dollars of computer/camera equipment I have. What a night...

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  5. my gosh mo! i'm flying back to NY from ATL. my first internet session on the plane EVER and i can't believe (but i can believe) what i'm reading! we must build more on this when you get back to the states. glad you made it home safely. geeeeeeeeez...

    i loved how you expressed the story to us! you are true lover of the arts :)

    +michi

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  6. that is crazy!!! they can do that? You kept it cool though, that is the main thing. The illustrations are killin' me LOL.

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  7. Wow. Crazy. 'Cause 'ya brown...

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