28308: Sprague: (Reply) Lynn Duff Replies to Lance Durban (fwd)

[Bob Corbett <corbetre@webster.edu>]

From: J.Sprague
Here is a reply from Lynn Duff to Lance Durban in regards to his
statement that her "political slant degrades" the value of her recent
interview with TiPapa Lucian.
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  Hi Lance:

It's interesting that you say the piece is "politically slanted"
since none of my words or analysis is even in the story. I did more
than 50 interviews during the months of Feb/March and never
encountered anyone who said they had been chased from the countryside
by chimeres. You assume that I "went looking" for someone to
interview whose story fit my perspective, which is not true at all. I
interviewed this kid because he was articulate and I would have
reported it the same way if he said that chimeres stole from his
family rather than ex-soldiers. You say I could have "just as easily"
found a child who had been chased from the central platue by chimeres
-- that's not true. I spoke with dozens of street children and heard
nothing of the kind. I invite you to go speak to the street children
in front of the Deli Mart on Delmas 33 and tell me what you hear. In
all my years of reporting in Haiti I have never not reported a story
because it made implicated aristide supporters.

There's no way around that fact that abuse of children is political.
And you're right, mistreatment of children does happen on all sides
of the political spectrum. If you read Tipapa's story with an open
mind you'd realize that it implicates both sides -- the ex-soldiers
who extorted money and food, and the peasant family that sold their
child as a restavek.

In the end, however, TiPapa's story is compelling because it's his
words -- not mine. In this political debate about Haiti and Aristide
and Latortue, the one thing that has always been missing is the
voices of the Haitian people. Diplomats and journalists and activists
on all side have said they represent the will of the Haitian people;
but ordinary Haitians themselves need to be given a voice -- whether
we agree with what they say or not.

Lyn Duff




-----Original Message-----
From: Lance Durban <lpdurban@yahoo.com>
To: LynDuff@aol.com
Sent: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 07:38:21 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Fwd: 28270: Sprague (news) TiPapa Lucian 'Now I live in the
streets' (fwd)

I nice story and I don't doubt it for a minute, but unfortunately
your political slant degrades its value.  You could just as easily
have found a street child from the Plateau Central chased down here
by Aristide partisans (frequently refered to as "chimere" by many in
Haiti).  Mistreatment of children in Haiti comes from both sides of
the political spectrum and your attempt to give it a political
coloration is, frankly, intellectually dishonest.  Just my opinion,
of course...   By the way, I realize that you will object to my
parenthetic comment above... I put it in just to get your goat! Lance
Durban




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TiPapa Lucian, age 11: ?Now I live in the streets?
by TiPapa Lucian as told to Lyn Duff



  My name is TiPapa. I am 11 years old. I am a street child; that
means that I live and I sleep on the street. I grew up in the
countryside, in the Northern Department.

My parents were farmers. We ate two times a day, in the morning and
in the night time. In the morning we had mangos, avocados and
plantains. Then we worked the land. It was my job to get water.

I walked up the mountain with the water in a bucket on my head. We
grew small beans, peas, carrots, peppers, tomatoes, squash, pumpkins,
potatoes and yams. My sister stayed at home to take care of our baby
brother. Now he is 3 years old, but I have not seen him for a long time.

Sometimes my mother wrapped him in a cloth and carried him outside
when she was working. When he cried, she sang songs to him about
Jesus. At night we ate vegetables, soup or rice with peas or bean
sauce, and then we went to sleep.

One day some men with guns came by the route through the forest. They
talked to my parents. My mother was scared of them. They told her to
cook food for them. She did, and after they ate, they left our house.

A while later, I was coming back from getting water, and I saw some
more men in military uniforms were at my house. They wanted to take
our food and the money my father had. They had guns, so he did not
have any choice. He gave them everything we had.

The next week, my father took me with him on market day. We got up
when it was still night time, and we walked for a long time. When we
got to the market, he took me to a man who was driving a truck.

The man gave my father some money, and my father told me I was going
to live in the city and work for a family and that they were going to
send me to school. He told me I would be safe in the city because the
soldiers had not arrived there yet.

I was sad, because I did not want to leave. We drove for a long time.
Then we arrived in Port-au-Prince.

He sent me to live with some people as a restavek (unpaid domestic
servant). They told me to call them ?aunt? and ?uncle,? but they did
not treat me like family.

When I lived with them, I worked very hard. I cleaned the floors, I
hauled water and I did all the chores. I did not go to school.

After I came to the city, the soldiers followed me here! They came to
take the city and make the president go away to Africa. I saw the
soldiers in my dreams with their guns.

I got tired of my hard life. Sometimes my ?aunt? beat me. Her
children hit me. I slept on the floor, and a lot of the time I was
hungry.

I hated this hard life, so I ran away. Now I live in the streets.
There are soldiers here too, but not Haitian soldiers like in the
North. The ones here are foreigners.

Some are kind, and some are not kind at all. Some of the soldiers
beat the children who sleep in the street, or they arrest the
children and hand them over to the police.

If they ever try to give me to the police, I will misbehave. I will
fight them like a mad man. I won?t let them give me to the police.
Because if you go with the police, it is like magic ? you disappear
and no one will ever see you again.

The police put you in the jail or you are taken away, and no one
knows what happened to you or if you are alive or dead.

Lyn Duff, LynDuff@aol.com, is a reporter currently based in Port-au-
Prince. She first traveled to Haiti in 1995 to help establish a
children?s radio station and has since covered Haiti extensively for
the Bay View, Pacifica Radio?s Flashpoints, heard on KPFA 94.1 FM
weekdays at 5 p.m., and other local and national media.
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