The Slaves of Saint-Domingue Did Not Dream, They Exploded

I am a hypocrite; not to a large degree, only enough so it's noticeable to me, especially now, as I write a piece about Haiti. I'll explain my hypocrisy in a moment -- first, I must describe to you the night sky above a country whose name to many, is synonymous with tragedy. The country, of course, is Haiti. The night sky above Haiti is beautiful. A trillion stars stretch across its onyx firmament, glimmering above palm tree canopies in a region where few lights shine below. At night, the stars ...