Let's pause here.
I'm driving on the road that separates Haiti from the Dominican Republic.
Right here.
It's the border that divides two very different countries.
If you're born in Haiti, you're 2.5 times more likely to die
as a baby than if you're born in the DR.
You'll be almost ten times poorer and
you can expect to have a much shorter life.
I came here to find out how the two
countries that share this one island can be so different, with a politically
volatile and impoverished Haiti on one side and the stable and relatively rich
Dominican Republic on the other.
How did this line produce two totally different worlds?
My journey starts here, at this beach village in southern Haiti, where Haitian
merchants, most of them women, are preparing for a nighttime boat ride.
The women boarding this boat have one goal: to make it to the border where they will
be let into a Dominican market, to buy and sell goods before returning to their villages.
It's international trade at its most informal. We're taking these boats
because the next door mountain range makes the land journey almost impossible.
These worn-out wooden boats have been making this exact journey twice per week
for decades and yet the process remains chaotic and unorganized as if it's
happening for the first time.
All of this energy, time, and effort all to transport
a handful of goods that, in most countries, would be shipped in bulk
inside one of these.
We make this seven-hour journey to the border town arriving around, 4 am.
The sun rises and we walk to the border market. This market was established right on the border
as a partnership between the two nations, to give vendors from both sides
a place to buy and sell on equal footing.
As we approach the border I quickly realize that's not what's happening here.
So I'm looking across the border right now,
into the market and you can see that Dominicans are already setting up.
This is one of the big complaints of the Haitians: they're stuck on this side
waiting to cross the border and the border guards are just delaying it and
meanwhile the Dominicans are able to set up and get the best spots.
These Haitians come from miles away on this grueling boat journey, that I know now firsthand
is very grueling, and they get to the border and the guards stop them for no reason.
They're supposed to open it up for everyone at the same time.
The guards keep the Haitian women from crossing, not letting anyone know how
long it will be. The tension grows and then finally, hours after the Dominicans
were allowed to enter, the guards open up the bridge.
They buy and sell for the day, before returning to the boats to make the journey home.
The grueling boat journey, the senseless discrimination, it embodies
the asymmetry that exists on this island. Watching it happen, it's impossible not
to ask how it got like this.
There are a few key things that explain how this
island produced two very different countries, but if you want to get at the
very root of it you have to go back to when this island was owned by two
European powers: France and Spain. This island is actually the first place that
Christopher Columbus set up a colony in the new world on his first voyage back
in like 1490. France wanted a piece of this island because it was rich in
resources like sugar and coffee, so they fought a war with the Spanish and they
ended up splitting the island in two: one side would be the Spanish colony of
Santo Domingo and the other side would be the French colony, with the same name,
Saint-Domingue, just in French. And that is the most important part of understanding
this whole thing, is how these imperial powers treated their colonial posessions.
The French exploited the land. They brought in tons of slaves and
they were interested in making Saint-Domingue solely an economic producer.
They destroyed the soil from aggressively harvesting the same crop year after
year, and they created a group of very resentful, overworked, and abused slaves
that eventually rebelled.
The Spanish had a different approach. After establishing
domination on this island by massacring the indigenous population, they didn't
exploit it like the French did.
Instead they went to places like Mexico and Peru, to look for gold.
So they didn't bring nearly as many slaves onto this island,
and as a result they weren't nearly as profitable a colony.
Instead, the Spanish integrated with the remaining indigenous population,
by recognizing the native leader's authority and intermarrying with the locals.
The result was a smaller and more racially mixed population,
with a sustainable economy and a political system,
something totally absent from France's colony.
This becomes really important in the early 1800s, when independence comes around.
Haiti declares independence, fights off the French, and basically
declares itself the first black, former slave republic in the world.
They do so with very little framework for a society and for a government and they also do so
with land that has been exploited, year after year, with the same crop which
basically destroys the fertility of the land.
And to add to all of that, because
they were this first black Republic, the world essentially isolated them.
The United States didn't want to recognize the independence of a black nation.
They thought it might become a slave empire and seek revenge.
The French showed up on Haitian shores soon after independence, and said you owe
us a debt for all of the assets that you stole from us when you became independent,
all these economic assets, you owe us that debt and you have to pay
it over the next thirty years. This crippling debt Haiti did pay back over
years, but it really hampered their development.
This history doesn't exonerate the dictators and corrupt politicians that have plagued Haiti's
development since its independence, but it helps explain them.
Suffocating embargoes and the independence debt, as well as the lack of any tradition or
investment in governmental institutions, guaranteed Haiti's failure from the
moment it was born, and a racist world made sure of it.
That racism isn't just
embedded into Haiti's history, it is in fact very alive today.
As I drive up the border, by coincidence my driver is also a Dominican border patrol official.
We have hours in the car, where he slowly and cautiously tells me about how
immigration policy has changed in the Dominican Republic in recent years.
"Regularization Program".
That's a euphemism. He's talking about a
policy of targeting anyone of Haitian descent, even citizens, rounding them up
and deporting them. There's always been anti-Haitian
sentiment in the Dominican Republic, usually resulting in racist violence,
but since 2010, that sentiment has been seeping into legislation. The Dominican
Constitution that was drafted in 1929, says that anyone born in the country is
automatically a citizen, even if your parents were undocumented immigrants.
This is the same in places like the United States, but the DR rewrote its
constitution in 2010, to only give citizenship to those born on DR soil, to legal residents.
Then, in 2013 the high court in the DR ruled that this new
definition would be applied retroactively. All the way back to
1929, meaning any citizen who had been born in the DR to undocumented parents
would have their citizenship revoked.
More than 200,000 Dominican citizens,
were suddenly stateless.
It is clearly an illegal act, it is an immoral act, it is a racist act by the
Dominican government. And it's happening because these people are black.
Dominican law said that if these stateless people wanted to stay in the
DR, they would have to go to a government office and put their name on this
foreigner registry. The government gave these people one year to either get
their name on the registry or face deportation.
Over 55,000 have been officially deported since the June 2015 deadline.
The UN estimates that 128,000 people have voluntarily fled to Haiti,
a country many of them have never lived in. Some came here to this camp on the
border, where they've been living in limbo for years.
The moment I cross into the DR, I start to see what this crackdown looks like.
On a 75km bus ride, we pass eight security checkpoints in which security
personnel board the bus, to eye who was on it, and in some cases check papers.
But each time we stop, they seem to only check the papers of the same few passengers.
That's my translator, Pascale.
He's an American citizen, but everywhere we go in the DR,
security forces keep asking him for his passport.
Halfway through the journey, we pull off the road
into a facility where a few young military guys
are sitting around. And our driver brings this woman and her two children over to
the military guys. She's speaking in perfect Dominican Spanish to them,
claiming that her children are Dominican and that the driver brought us to this
checkpoint to turn her in because she's black.
None of this seems to matter,
she doesn't have her papers and her skin color seems to be all the guards need to see.
Haiti's land and people were abused when it was a colony of slaves.
The world then shunned it, with embargoes and independence debts when it was a new
nation, and today Haitians in the DR experience racism that is overt enough
to be enshrined in law.
As we drive up this very curvy road, I have the DR to my right and Haiti to my left.
Back when the French were here, this was the richest colony on earth,
but that came at a price.
Not only to abused slaves, but also to the
land that they worked. Clear cutting and single crop planting continued after the
French left, but instead of being used to make fancy French furniture, the trees
were burned to cook food.
This explains what I'm seeing when
on my right there's lush jungle.
and on my left there's bare and eroding hillsides.
Zoom out a little bit and it's very clear.
I follow the border road all the way north, until I hit another market town. I wanted
to see if the same discriminatory dynamics played out up here as they did down south.
This market was built with money from the European Union,
and the UN development program,
with the specific intention of creating a space where communities
from both sides could come and buy and sell on equal footing.
Rolling through the market, and once again like we saw in the southern market,
the Dominicans are first setting up.
I walk to the border and find this
huge group of people at this gap in the fence, paying a border guard to get in early.
The dynamic is the same as down south, only with a few more overt bribes
and border guards who seem to have no problem hitting Haitians with a stick.
After hours of waiting for guards to open the gate for everyone,
the Haitians are finally let in.
This is a story about a border that separates two vastly different countries,
but it's moreso a story about policy:
how centuries of racist policies, from
the French, from the U.S., from the world, from the DR, can hold a nation back from progressing.
Haiti, this first black republic, has experienced some of the most
predatory and racist policy from outside forces.
For Haitians this story isn't just their history.
It's their present.
It's the stage on which they live their lives.
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