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There was a time when coding was magic. The engineers, the ones who could summon logic from the ether, who could bend systems to...

Can we, as people of African descent, ever exist without the West as our measuring stick, our shadow, our perpetual point of departure? Can...

https://open.spotify.com/episode/5QO6u0q3BUaY7e2psAbyj6?si=U37O4QPOQNmipwZgpoNJZA This conversation with Dr. Sophie Maríñez is less an interview than a reckoning for me, an excavation of Haitian and Dominican ghosts, of histories...

Last night, the second installment of our monthly dominoes game was in full effect—just men, bonding, exhaling. The tiles slapped the table like punctuation...

A dear friend—well-meaning yet so profoundly detached from Haiti’s enduring wounds—asked me recently if I might leverage my connections for her church’s missionary project....

People think wisdom can be bottled, labeled, and sold. They believe that a professor can give them knowledge, not just about a subject, but...

The Code Noir was more than law—it was a script for suffering, a doctrine of domination dressed in the language of governance. Issued in...

Summary Under the watchful gaze of our ancestors and to the beat of sacred drums, I journeyed here into the mystical realm of Haitian Vodou...

Summary Haiti, land of contradictions they say, where the past is not just remembered but lived. The soil still carries the footprints of revolution, the...

I have watched her ascend, this girl of mine, from the moment she could grasp the weight of a book in her tiny hands....