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From the memory of the heart to the vibrations of struggles: PoEthics for a change of man through authenticity

BY Erno RENONCOURT

It's May 5, 2025, and we're still alive. Our reprieve has been extended by the self-defense actions of the valiant police officers from the areas surrounding Turgeau (Canapé Vert, Debussy, Pacot, Christ Roi) and a few courageous police officers, not beholden to the gangs, who have been working more assiduously and methodically for the past two days and two nights to push back the terrorist threat posed by gangs a little further from our neighborhood. It's still far from being an intelligent war strategy against the gangrene of terror, but it gives us time to finish a few insolent op-eds. So, let's make the most of it; things are accelerating in every direction. And we must make sense of all this, while maintaining the coherence of our thinking on poverty. Apparent Calm Amidst Terror

The nights of May 2nd to 4th were more peaceful. Despite the furious exchanges of gunfire between police, police officers, and gangs, we were able to sleep for at least three hours during those two nights. A rare occurrence in almost four months. You can imagine the stressful impact caused by a cumulative deterioration in sleep quality (less than one hour per night, and never continuously) over such a long period, particularly for those who, like us, have experienced episodes of ischemic stroke. It is more than certain that those who survive this terror will not be exempt from serious, even disabling, after-effects.

But, somehow, reassured by the more constant presence and more methodical interventions of the police and citizen anti-gang forces, we were able to rest. However, it remains clear that the threat of gangs, or rather transnational terrorists, has not been completely eliminated. Indeed, we must change the language to adapt it to the new reality, since, according to recent international developments, Haitian gangs have been officially designated by the United States government as transnational terrorist groups. And this changes a lot of things because, anticipating the obvious and notorious insignificance and disbelief of Haiti's dominant groups, this designation portends dark days for Haiti. And everything suggests that the Haitian national leadership lacks the strategic intelligence, let alone the ethics, to understand the geostrategic issues looming behind this designation, and to anticipate actions to avoid the plunge into the abyss toward which Haiti is drifting at breakneck speed. As on the global stage, events are also accelerating on the local stage, since, as we said previously, we are experiencing the same version of poverty in different local versions. All of this aligns perfectly with the prospect of a pogrom, long planned but always prevented, which should lead to the depopulation necessary for the reconfiguration of Haiti's territorial and social space. And this is what we want to discuss during this period of calm.

Empathic Vibrations and Authentic Engagement

But before delving into the steaming layers of precarious and mediocre successes from which Haitian national leadership emerges, to better characterize the imagination of Haitian dominant groups in its ramifications of accredited disbelief and ennobled insignificance, we ask readers to allow us to thank those, from Haiti and elsewhere, who have brought us their messages of solidarity, shown their sympathy and demonstrated their empathy for us. These marks of kindness to our attention resonate and vibrate with a powerful human warmth that demonstrates a certain attachment, from a small community of readers in the country and in the Haitian diasporas scattered throughout the world, to our insolent productions. Proof, if any were needed, that those who are systemically intelligent know that formal noises, even by altering the flow of a message, do not remove its informative value. Since human intelligence is the great regulator of entropy and can find the time to decode the noise and give meaning to the message being conveyed.

Knowing that our resolute and stubborn commitment, made up of professional sacrifice, social deprivation, and family solitude, to keep our dignity alive and radiant, begins by being recognized for what it is—as an aesthetic of authenticity and armor against destitution—by a minority, is a tremendous victory for us. Knowing that, beyond our blacklisting, in this ecosystem of smoky success that is Haiti, our little blue flame of insolence is perceived as a potential attractor for the great Haitian anthropological introspection is a recognition that honors us. Not only does it encourage us to find the strength to continue, but above all, it obliges us to say thank you and to allow ourselves to vibrate with the faith of a possible shared destiny, despite the differences that structure us. It is the counter-donation that honors the living memory of benevolent and empathetic giving. We therefore thank the activist website Le Grand Soir, which regularly publishes our messages and allows them to penetrate the opaque veil of the Haitian media network, thus reaching a diverse audience far beyond the local boundaries. Thank you to the rare Haitian media outlets that haphazardly published some of our messages at a time when our radicalism was not so consummate. Thank you to the readers, from Haiti and elsewhere, who take the time to read our long and often extravagant op-eds. Thank you to those who relay our warnings to shake up consciences. Thank you to those who take the time and influence to echo our insolence on their own networks or broadcasts. And how, in the terror and solitude of these last few months, which have put us to the test of reprieve, can we forget to thank these smugglers who wanted to offer us safer shelter to get us out of our threatened entrenchment zone; which has been emptied of its residents, thus exposing us to a possible terrorist attack. May they know that our decision to remain, despite the risks, in this space, on this territory of which we know every inch, is consistent with our commitment: neither flight into the dehumanizing unknown in the face of uncertainty; nor submission to the powerful for fear of precariousness; nor prolongation of life in times of poverty, without an intelligent strategy for facing the future. It is this guiding light that guides our modest existence and makes our humanity shine with insolence. And despite all the animosities, the deprivations, the blacklistings, that this glittering landmark forces us to endure, we are resolved, in our authentic commitment, to remain more dignified than ever, to vibrate with cognitive disquiet to extract from our black, though declining, sun, a final ray of pedagogy, and project it towards those who, through ignorance of other more worthy possibilities, are dying of indignity in the shithole. By shining with insolence in the shithole, we are only staging a new maieutics to live the law of benevolent giving and intelligent counter-giving, by transmitting into the ecosystem, with our emotions and our reason, what we have learned, with our senses, from our hand-to-hand combat with life. The ultimate struggle of ethical intelligence to reactivate this sense of the highwayd collective, in the wild nights of struggles for power and success, towards insignificance and disbelief. A highway that is undoubtedly at the root of this desensorization of existence, through which Haiti dehumanizes itself. What is at stake in this terror goes beyond our individual selves. It is an entire population that is denied the right to dignity. It is an entire dream of freedom that is being assassinated. It is a whole part of the history of great human revolts that we are obliterating curcit and smoke. Aware of these collective issues, it seems to us a priority to pursue the exalted dream of PoÉthique, humming the notes of this song of the unexpected, which can augur, among the emerging possibilities, the refrain of the change of the Haitian man through authenticity. And to close these authentic vibrations, allow me to end by emphatically recalling that:

Even in the depths of the terror sowed by terrorists and their national and international sponsors, in this bloody, cold, dark, and dehumanizing night, in which the Haitian population stumbles and discovers its solitude, a single scintillating relay, vibrating in subversive echo-systems of intelligent anger and ethical bitterness, can often be enough to suddenly embrace the horizon with glowing glimmers of hope. In this short message, vibrations of empathy resonate, radiating the resonances of the heart to illuminate the memory of struggles like a PoEthics of commitment. An ode to daring change and innovation through a new politics of humanity, no longer based on slogans and universal objectives, but on authenticity.

To all of you who resonate with the resonances of this post, I say thank you. For it is through your open-mindedness that my insolence shines in the shithole night. By bringing my insolence to life, you are like fireflies: you light up and share your stories from tree to tree, in this dark forest, populated by predators, to clear a path toward a radiant, active line of flight, a bearer of hope, for the lost traveler seeking the scintillating ethics in the bloody night.

With this message, which suggests the extension of my reprieve, I want you to understand that my next column is not far off. And it will focus, in line with the previous ones, on reasoning about Haitian anthropological wandering, this time providing examples of the insignificance and disbelief that fracture the imagination of Haiti's dominant groups.

https://www.legrandsoir.info/de-la-memoire-du-coeur-aux-vibrations-des-luttes-poethique-pour-un-changement-de-l-homme-par-l-authenticite.html

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