Is this a joke? You might be asking yourself this right now. No, it’s true.
If you don’t know how our relationship has deteriorated over the past six months, just Google it. This article might be the only good news you see regarding this matter.
We are 13 students from the Dominican Republic and Haiti studying business in the U.S as part of the Scholarship for Education & Economic Development (SEED). We were scheduled to do a cultural presentation to an American and Latino audience on April 27 and we really wanted to do something worth talking about. The idea of wearing each other traditional outfits came to the table and we all accepted as if two lovers getting married. This simple act showed how thirsty were for a peaceful life on the island; it shows both of our governments that they need a break. They need a break from their masquerade about laws and all the nonsense propaganda.
For the past six months both countries have been fighting with each other, burn each other’s flags, but these actions never resolved the true problem. If it’s about how many people were involved, our act during this presentation might not matter at all. But, if peace, love and forgiveness still matter, I hope our action will inspire people in our countries to take bigger actions to fix their problems. Both sides have to take on their responsibility, zip their blaming mouth and do what’s right for the survival of the island.
I am neither Mother Theresa nor Mandela. I have my anger, my bitterness about this situation too. I love my country and the students from Dominican also love their country. But there’s one thing I know for sure: if we let these negative emotions invade our lives and relationships, they will eat us alive and reduce us to soldiers, zombies.
I have been in the U.S. for two years and done many great presentations in front larger audiences, but this presentation has been by far the one of I am most proud of. Besides wearing each other’s outfits, we had the juiciest opportunity to dance to each other’s music and teach our audience. What could be better than that? Tell us.
On the sounds of CARIMI, the sweet melody of Yovanny Polanco and the charming, to-die-for fragrance of some Haitian coffee, we made a historical and joyful presentation. Will you let anger and hatred eat you alive?
Do we teach history to generate hatred or to generate love? Think about this…