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Haiti used to be not quite as dire. It once attracted tourists.

For example, Bill and Hillary Clinton are often said to have honeymooned in Haiti in 1975. (But I see now that they first went to Acapulco on their honeymoon, and then dropped by Haiti as guests of a friend.) Graham Greene’s 1966 novel about ex-pats hanging out by a resort hotel swimming pool in Haiti, The Comedians, was immediately turned into a big budget movie starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. And of course, gay sex tourists likely brought AIDS to America from Haiti.

Haiti attracted a fair amount of attention in the 1960s for much the same reason it’s now a media black hole when not suffering a horrific natural disaster: the rise of black power under the Papa Doc Duvalier regime. Duvalier took power from Haiti’s mulatto elite.

I wrote in VDARE in 2010:

If we’re looking for something to do for Haiti that will help it in the long term, it’s just not at all clear how. (I do make a very modest proposal at the end of this article). The 1915-1934 U.S. occupation built some infrastructure, but isn’t exactly remembered as ranking up there with Iwo Jima as the Corps’ finest moment. The long run effect of U.S. rule through mulatto surrogates seems mostly to have paved the way for Francois “Papa Doc” Duvalier’s disastrous 1957-1971 black power government.

… Thus Duvalier, a brilliant black doctor and sociologist turned maniacal dictator, used his study of voodoo and his resemblance to the popular depiction of Baron Samedi to convince the black masses that he was a powerful sorcerer and take power from Haiti’s mulatto elite.

Unfortunately, Duvalier began to believe his own propaganda about the power of voodoo. For instance, as Time Magazine reported in 1963, when Duvalier had a falling out with Clement Barbot, the head of his notorious goon squad, the Tonton Macoutes:

“But in voodoo-entranced Haiti the whisper went around that no one could kill Barbot. He had the strange power, they said, to change himself into a black dog and escape at will. In Port-au-Prince, Duvalier’s policemen went around shooting black dogs on sight.” [Haiti: The Living Dead, July 26, 1963]

Much of the educated classes emigrated, leaving Haiti brain-drained.

One character in Tom Wolfe’s 2012 Miami novel Back to Blood is an emigre mulatto college professor from Haiti:

Now he looked directly at Ghislaine [the professor's daughter]. He smiled … to cover up the fact that he was trying … objectively … to assess her face. Her skin was whiter than most white people’s. As soon as Ghislaine was old enough to understand words at all, Louisette had started telling her about sunny days. Direct sun wasn’t good for your skin. The worst thing of all was to take a sunbath. Even walking in the sun was too much of a risk. She should wear big-brimmed straw hats. Better still, an umbrella. Little girls couldn’t very well go around with parasols, however. But if they had to walk in the sun, they should at least have straw hats. She must always remember that she had very beautiful but very fair skin that would burn easily, and she should do anything to avoid sunburns. But Ghislaine figured it out very quickly. It had nothing to do with sunburns … it had to do with sunbrowning. In the sun, skin like hers, her beautiful whiter-than-white skin, would darken just like that! In no time she could turn Neg … just like that.

 
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  2. Our first black president, Bill Clinton, apologized for forcing Haiti to drop their tariffs on rice, which led to the collapse of Haiti’s rice production. He said that if rich countries, such as the US, provided food to poor countries, such as Haiti, those countries could make the leap to the industrial age. That is the way liberals think, but the MSM never points this out. Oh, and most of the US rice came from Arkansas and Clinton’s friends.

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  4. I’ve only read a handful of Greene’s books, but The Comedians was clearly the best.

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  5. syonredux says:

    Haiti is a very weird place…

    Bois Caïman (Haitian Creole: Bwa Kayiman) is the site of the Vodou ceremony during which the first major slave insurrection of the Haitian Revolution was planned. On the night of August 14, 1791, representative slaves from nearby plantations gathered to participate in a secret ceremony conducted in the woods by nearby Le Cap in the French colony of Saint-Domingue. Presided over by Dutty Boukman, a prominent slave leader and Vodou priest, the ceremony served as both a religious ritual and strategic meeting as conspirators met and planned a revolt against the ruling white planters of the colony’s wealthy Northern Plain.

    The following prayer said by Dutty Boukman has been attributed to that night, translated as: Good Lord who hath made the sun that shines upon us, that riseth from the sea, who maketh the storm to roar; and governeth the thunders, The Lord is hidden in the heavens, and there He watcheth over us. The Lord seeth what the blancs have done. Their god commandeth crimes, ours giveth blessings upon us. The Good Lord hath ordained vengeance. He will give strength to our arms and courage to our hearts. He shall sustain us. Cast down the image of the god of the blancs, because he maketh the tears to flow from our eyes. Hearken unto Liberty that speaketh now in all your hearts (Heinl)

    In the following days, the whole Northern Plain was in flames, as the revolutionaries conducted acts of violence towards those who had formerly enslaved them. Clouded in mystery, many accounts of the catalytic ceremony and its particular details have varied since it was first documented in Antoine Dalmas’s “History of the Saint-Domingue Revolution” in 1814.[1] The ceremony is considered the official beginning of the Haitian Revolution.

    This excerpt from the official “History of Haiti and the Haitian Revolution”[2] serves as a general summary of the ceremonial events that occurred:

    A man named Boukman, another houngan, organized on August 24, 1791, a meeting with the slaves in the mountains of the North. This meeting took the form of a Voodoo ceremony in the Bois Caïman in the northern mountains of the island. It was raining and the sky was raging with clouds; the slaves then started confessing their resentment of their condition. A woman started dancing languorously in the crowd, taken by the spirits of the loas. With a knife in her hand, she cut the throat of a pig and distributed the blood to all the participants of the meeting who swore to kill all the whites on the island.

    Despite purported facts and embellishments that have dramatized the ceremony over the centuries, the most reoccurring anecdote is the sacrifice of a black Creole Pig to Ezili Dantor by the mambo Cécile Fatiman and the conspiratorial pact formed through its blood. First documented by Dalmas, the following excerpt provides the first details of the sacrifice:

    A black pig, surrounded by the slaves believe to have magical powers, each carrying the most bizarre offering, was offered as a sacrifice to the all-powerful spirit…The religious community in which the nègres slit its throat, the greed with which they have believed to have marked themselves on the forehead with its blood, the importance that they attached to owning some of its bristles which they believed would make them invincible. The book:History of the Saint-Domingue Revolution, 1814 by Antoine Dalmas gives some conflicting account of the ceremony.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bois_Ca%C3%AFman

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  7. syonredux says:

    More Haitian weirdness…

    The Tonton Macoute (Haitian Creole: Tonton Makout)[1][2][3] or simply as the Macoute[4][5] was a special operations unit within the Haitian paramilitary force created in 1959 by dictator François “Papa Doc” Duvalier. In 1970 the militia was renamed the Volontaires de la Sécurité Nationale (VSN, Volunteers of the National Security).[6] Haitians named this force after the Haitian mythological bogeyman, Tonton Macoute (“Uncle Gunnysack”), who kidnaps and punishes unruly children by snaring them in a gunny sack (French: macoute) and carrying them off to be consumed at breakfast

    Duvalier authorized the Tontons Macoutes to commit systematic violence and human rights abuses to suppress political opposition. They were responsible for unknown numbers of murders and rapes in Haiti. Political opponents often disappeared overnight, or were sometimes attacked in broad daylight. Tontons Macoutes stoned and burned people alive. Many times they put the corpses of their victims on display, often hung in trees for everyone to see and take as warnings against opposition. Family members who tried to remove the bodies for proper burial often disappeared themselves. Anyone who challenged the MVSN risked assassination. Their unrestrained state terrorism was accompanied by corruption, extortion and personal aggrandizement among the leadership. The victims of Tontons Macoutes could range from a woman in the poorest of neighborhoods who had previously supported an opposing politician to a businessman who refused to comply with extortion threats (ostensibly as donations for public works, but which were in fact the source of profit for corrupt officials and even President Duvalier). The Tontons Macoutes murdered between 30,000 and 60,000 Haitians

    Some of the most important members of the Tonton Macoute were Vodou leaders. This religious affiliation gave the Macoutes a kind of unearthly authority in the eyes of the public. From their methods to their choice of clothes, Vodou always played an important role in their actions. The Tontons Macoutes wore straw hats, blue denim shirts and dark glasses, and were armed with machetes and guns. Both their allusions to the supernatural and their physical presentations were used with the intention of instilling fear and respect.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonton_Macoute

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    I attended the Vodou Exhibit at the Field Museum in Chicago a few years back. I found the exhibit both fascinating and haunting. Vodou was of course portrayed as a means of cultural and spiritual resistance against oppression from Christianity, racism and colonialism. Haitian Vodou may involve some spiritual uplift, but it also explicitly endorses vengeful demonic attacks on one's enemies.

    https://www.fieldmuseum.org/at-the-field/exhibitions/vodou-sacred-powers-haiti

    Last time I was in New Orleans, I fell in with some Voodoo Priestesses. They are more common than you think down there. Their general assessment was that New Orleans Voodoo was more mellow than the Haitian version.

    The discovery of animal remains relating to a Vodou sacrifice in Brooklyn parks is an annual rite in New York City.

    http://gothamist.com/2014/03/04/goat_heads_explainer.php

    , @AP
    Haitian Oprichniks:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprichnik
    , @The Alarmist
    I remember seeing footage of ACORN going to some executives' houses during the financial crisis 2.0, and could not help but wonder at the time if we were witnessing Doc Obama's Tonton Macoute in action.
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  8. Maybe if the Clinton Foundation had actually disbursed more than a tiny fraction of all the money W and Clinton had flogged to support Haitian victims of the earthquake, there might be more Haitians returning to a better life in Haiti. It almost seems like the Clintons wanted to keep things bad so they could pick up some prime resort land on the cheap.

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  9. Haitians can be quite vibrant.

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  10. My father was quite the world traveler. In the early ’80s he briefly visited Haiti. While he stood outside his hotel, a friendly girl of about 11 or 12 years old approached him and started speaking. He understands French and managed to converse with her. He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex.

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    And then what happened?
    , @Anonymous
    In the DR they wait until they can pass for eighteen, or at the very least sixteen.

    And while outright prostitution is certainly available, often they really want you to take them home with you. Boys have Major League Baseball to dream about, but for a girl, marrying a foreigner is the only ticket off the island.

    And if you are a woman, or gay (remember, in the Hispanosphere, or at least the Hispanophone Americas and their environs, to catch is gay, to pitch is just not as good taste) there are always men for your pleasure as well, since not everyone can make The Show.

    On many street corners throughout the islands, West Indian males strike a familiar pose: One hand rests authoritatively on the crotch. Sometimes this is simply a reassuring habit, a reminder that the bamboo is ready for action, but often the poser harasses female passersby: "Here gyall, yu wud lub some of dis!" Female sex tourists first came to the Caribbean early in this century. They were older white women, come to winter in Bermuda, the Bahamas, and the U.S. Virgin Islands. The stuff of island legend, these well-heeled women arrived with steamer trunks, took up residence in large quarters, and tapped young black males to service them discreetly for the duration of their stay. The men were rewarded handsomely, so there was no shortage of potential gigolos. Everyone knew which young man went with which dowager; when the women arrived at the jetty, there was loud teasing: "Simon, your mudder com!"

    The entry of younger women into the sex tourism market dates to the early 1960s, when Scandinavian, British, and German women first began to travel to the southern coasts of Europe: Italy, Spain, and Greece. In Greece, the term Kamaki evolved to describe local men, many of them fishermen, who had sexual relations with tourist women in exchange for money and gifts. Since the emergence of package travel tours in the 1970s, European women have been able to safely travel farther afield. And so they're off to Gambia, Kenya, or Ghana, to Jamaica or Barbados, to Thailand, the Philippines, or Indonesia, India, or Brazil. Since the early 1970s, Barbados has become a popular destination for female tourists seeking what the sociologist Graham Dann has called "close encounters of the Third World kind." Young males— "beach boys"—cruise the sands in search of unattached tourist women. Beach boys are easy to spot because of their distinctive wardrobe: They go in for T-shirts, baggy swimming trunks, Teva sandals, gold bracelets, and brand-name sunglasses, preferably Oakley or Ray-Ban. They are without exception physically fit. Some have bleached hair, and a few sport baby dreadlocks, called "nubbies." A beach boy might rent out beach chairs and umbrellas for a living; he might sell coconuts or aloe vera or coral or handcrafted jewelry. He might deal drugs.

    But most beach boys spend their days leading tourists to water: renting out Jet Skis, giving waterskiing lessons, organizing sailboat trips, staffing glass-bottomed boats. These jobs are usually part-time or seasonal, and the relatively low wages they command are insufficient to maintain the enviable beach boy lifestyle. Beach boys require the latest clothes and shoes, immodest jewelry, meals and drinks at pricey tourist restaurants and nightclubs. Hustling female tourists earns them these necessities. Sex tourists advertise their availability in various ways. Novices are much more likely to travel in groups, and they respond warmly to the faintest invitation: "Is this your first visit to Barbados?" or "Would you like to come on a Jet Ski ride with me?" The veteran sex tourist is much more direct. She sits on the sand alone, masked by designer shades, scouting for the most appealing beach boy. If the wrong one saunters over, she sends him away. Of course, the older she is, the less discriminating she can afford to be. Even before the initial encounter, a beach boy is able to glean some information about a potential client from her swimwear, her reading material, her accent. This sizing up is important: Beach boys have a hierarchy of preferred clients based on nationality, affluence, age, and attractiveness. A wealthy, attractive French Canadian in her 30s tops most lists. My informants believe that French Canadian women have prodigious sexual appetites and a correspondingly inexhaustible supply of gifts. (Among the beach boys of Martinique, Air Canada is known as Air Couconne, or Air Pussy.) Germans and other Europeans rank below French Canadians. Young Brits are fine in a pinch, but they are usually on a tight budget; older British women are preferable. Young white American women are at the bottom of the hierarchy, because their racial hang-ups are said to translate into sexual inhibitions. Black American women are preferable, if they're rich, but a black female tourist does not do much to enhance a beach boy's status. As one beach boy told me, "I can get a black girl anytime."

    First contact is usually made on the beach. Beach boys employ a range of techniques to stimulate prospective clients. Unfazed by the scrutiny of countless appreciative gazes, one will perform stunts on a Jet Ski, while another might embark on a routine of seaside calisthenics. One young man who frequented the Carlyle Bay tourist beach would strip down to his Speedo and engage in an acrobatic and sexually suggestive game of paddleball that had even the most jaded tourist—and writer—staring in amazement. The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread. These longhaired hustlers have achieved a kind of perverse fame on the island, having been lampooned in cartoons, in comedy skits, and even on greeting cards.
     
    https://mafiadoc.com/in-search-of-the-big-bamboopdf-bahamateach_59d808271723ddb0f71c0e47.html

    It happens in the DR too. The DR has two things going for it the discerning {ahem} bamboo chaser will value: there are men that are often whiter looking than in the other Caribbean islands, and while Jamaicans and other island blacks are well known for being bejingled, it is in the DR, for some strange reason, one finds men with 'Rubirosa Syndrome': a huge penis in a perpetual state of semi-erection. Certainly not a universal syndrome, but not terribly rare. Rubirosa's massive member was widely talked about in its day and to this one, but any Dominican will tell you that while he was larger than average even by their standards, what he had was not terribly unusual. French restaurants still apparently refer to the traditional pepper grinder as a "rubirosa" to this day.
    , @3g4me
    @10 Harry Baldwin: "He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex."

    Why the inconsiderate horror? She merely wanted to ensure her progeny would have good hair.
    , @Hippopotamusdrome
    Is this a how my dad met mom story?
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  11. From people who have been there what I hear is Haiti is even worse than countries we think of as being pretty terrible, such as say Liberia.

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    When the earthquake hit there. I was in business school at the time and some of us students organized a fundraiser. A professor seeing this offered to match our donations and invited us to his office to talk.

    He said he used to do consulting work in Haiti. One year he had a Haitian-American student as his assistant. He got kidnapped, held for ransom. He was eventually released battered and bruised. He also said Port Au Prince at the time had one functions stoplight. The professor retained some fondness for the people but he said it was a wretched place.

    It’s quite ironic that Liberia & Haiti the oldest black countries are among the worst today even compared to other African countries.
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  12. O'Really says:

    Does anybody remember that old (late 80′s) SNL fake commercial for “Bad Idea Jeans”?

    Scene: Group of guys wearing jeans, hanging around a backyard grill, drinking beer.
    Guy: “I mean, I normally use a condom, but then I thought, ‘When am I gonna make it back to Haiti?’”

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    I remember an early AIDS joke:

    Q: "What's the worst thing about having AIDS?"
    A: "Convincing your parents that you're Haitian."
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  13. @syonredux
    More Haitian weirdness...

    The Tonton Macoute (Haitian Creole: Tonton Makout)[1][2][3] or simply as the Macoute[4][5] was a special operations unit within the Haitian paramilitary force created in 1959 by dictator François "Papa Doc" Duvalier. In 1970 the militia was renamed the Volontaires de la Sécurité Nationale (VSN, Volunteers of the National Security).[6] Haitians named this force after the Haitian mythological bogeyman, Tonton Macoute ("Uncle Gunnysack"), who kidnaps and punishes unruly children by snaring them in a gunny sack (French: macoute) and carrying them off to be consumed at breakfast
     

    Duvalier authorized the Tontons Macoutes to commit systematic violence and human rights abuses to suppress political opposition. They were responsible for unknown numbers of murders and rapes in Haiti. Political opponents often disappeared overnight, or were sometimes attacked in broad daylight. Tontons Macoutes stoned and burned people alive. Many times they put the corpses of their victims on display, often hung in trees for everyone to see and take as warnings against opposition. Family members who tried to remove the bodies for proper burial often disappeared themselves. Anyone who challenged the MVSN risked assassination. Their unrestrained state terrorism was accompanied by corruption, extortion and personal aggrandizement among the leadership. The victims of Tontons Macoutes could range from a woman in the poorest of neighborhoods who had previously supported an opposing politician to a businessman who refused to comply with extortion threats (ostensibly as donations for public works, but which were in fact the source of profit for corrupt officials and even President Duvalier). The Tontons Macoutes murdered between 30,000 and 60,000 Haitians
     

    Some of the most important members of the Tonton Macoute were Vodou leaders. This religious affiliation gave the Macoutes a kind of unearthly authority in the eyes of the public. From their methods to their choice of clothes, Vodou always played an important role in their actions. The Tontons Macoutes wore straw hats, blue denim shirts and dark glasses, and were armed with machetes and guns. Both their allusions to the supernatural and their physical presentations were used with the intention of instilling fear and respect.
     
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonton_Macoute

    I attended the Vodou Exhibit at the Field Museum in Chicago a few years back. I found the exhibit both fascinating and haunting. Vodou was of course portrayed as a means of cultural and spiritual resistance against oppression from Christianity, racism and colonialism. Haitian Vodou may involve some spiritual uplift, but it also explicitly endorses vengeful demonic attacks on one’s enemies.

    https://www.fieldmuseum.org/at-the-field/exhibitions/vodou-sacred-powers-haiti

    Last time I was in New Orleans, I fell in with some Voodoo Priestesses. They are more common than you think down there. Their general assessment was that New Orleans Voodoo was more mellow than the Haitian version.

    The discovery of animal remains relating to a Vodou sacrifice in Brooklyn parks is an annual rite in New York City.

    http://gothamist.com/2014/03/04/goat_heads_explainer.php

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  14. @Harry Baldwin
    My father was quite the world traveler. In the early '80s he briefly visited Haiti. While he stood outside his hotel, a friendly girl of about 11 or 12 years old approached him and started speaking. He understands French and managed to converse with her. He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex.

    And then what happened?

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  15. Fred Astaire left his hat in Haiti

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    Josephine Baker longs to return to Haiti and its "forets si belles". To live outside of Haiti is to live in a cage:

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  16. AP says:
    @syonredux
    More Haitian weirdness...

    The Tonton Macoute (Haitian Creole: Tonton Makout)[1][2][3] or simply as the Macoute[4][5] was a special operations unit within the Haitian paramilitary force created in 1959 by dictator François "Papa Doc" Duvalier. In 1970 the militia was renamed the Volontaires de la Sécurité Nationale (VSN, Volunteers of the National Security).[6] Haitians named this force after the Haitian mythological bogeyman, Tonton Macoute ("Uncle Gunnysack"), who kidnaps and punishes unruly children by snaring them in a gunny sack (French: macoute) and carrying them off to be consumed at breakfast
     

    Duvalier authorized the Tontons Macoutes to commit systematic violence and human rights abuses to suppress political opposition. They were responsible for unknown numbers of murders and rapes in Haiti. Political opponents often disappeared overnight, or were sometimes attacked in broad daylight. Tontons Macoutes stoned and burned people alive. Many times they put the corpses of their victims on display, often hung in trees for everyone to see and take as warnings against opposition. Family members who tried to remove the bodies for proper burial often disappeared themselves. Anyone who challenged the MVSN risked assassination. Their unrestrained state terrorism was accompanied by corruption, extortion and personal aggrandizement among the leadership. The victims of Tontons Macoutes could range from a woman in the poorest of neighborhoods who had previously supported an opposing politician to a businessman who refused to comply with extortion threats (ostensibly as donations for public works, but which were in fact the source of profit for corrupt officials and even President Duvalier). The Tontons Macoutes murdered between 30,000 and 60,000 Haitians
     

    Some of the most important members of the Tonton Macoute were Vodou leaders. This religious affiliation gave the Macoutes a kind of unearthly authority in the eyes of the public. From their methods to their choice of clothes, Vodou always played an important role in their actions. The Tontons Macoutes wore straw hats, blue denim shirts and dark glasses, and were armed with machetes and guns. Both their allusions to the supernatural and their physical presentations were used with the intention of instilling fear and respect.
     
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonton_Macoute
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  17. Haiti gave us AIDs and voodoo. What’s not to love?

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  18. Harry was born nine months later.

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    I can't blame you for that, it was too hard to resist.
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  19. AP says:

    Thee’s a 200 year old “Polish” colony in Haiti, descended from a few hundred Polish revolutionaries sent by Napoleon to fight the rebels, who ended up switching sides, fighting for freedom and getting Haitian citizenship and land. They’ve lost the language and are highly mixed:

    Pope John Paul visited the community when he came to Haiti.

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  20. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:

    Haiti is pretty much the worst place in the world as far as the local humans are concerned.

    It was the finest agricultural land in the world, on which the French brought a bunch of sub-Saharan Africans, let them revolt and run out the French, devolve into utter savagery, and then the West-primarily the US-came in and brought in foreign aid and assistance in numerous waves without requiring anything of the Haitians, and at the same time let the few Haitians that were not utter and worthless savages emigrate. A recipe for creating hell on earth.

    I figure that when the West collapses the Dominicans will take over and after a good butcherfest dominate the whole island. The Dominicans are bad, but nowhere as bad as the Haitians.

    At this point there is nothing we can do for them.

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    From a canadian perspective, it seems to me that haitians punch well below their weight when it comes to social dysfunction. Montreal is actually a much nicer place than one would imagine, given the pretty high number of black people living here (most of them haitians). I took a quick look at various stats and somalians are way, way worse. Jamaicans are way worse too. The relationship between the haitians and the Quebecois just isn't even remotely as tense as the typical relationship between white majorities and black minorities. But that's being changed, as BLM etc gets adopted.

    With that said, your scenario where eventually the DR takes over and "winds down" the haitians is a plausible one.

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  21. @O'Really
    Does anybody remember that old (late 80's) SNL fake commercial for "Bad Idea Jeans"?

    Scene: Group of guys wearing jeans, hanging around a backyard grill, drinking beer.
    Guy: "I mean, I normally use a condom, but then I thought, 'When am I gonna make it back to Haiti?'"

    I remember an early AIDS joke:

    Q: “What’s the worst thing about having AIDS?”
    A: “Convincing your parents that you’re Haitian.”

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    There used to be the 4 H's to watch out for in the blood supply in the 80s. Haitians, homos, hemophiliacs, and I can't remember the fourth.
    , @anon
    If I could hit the LOL button, I would have.

    I know people say LOL online a lot, but they didn't really laugh out loud. That time, I actually did.

    God, that gives me memories of sitting around bonfires as a youth, trading Truly Tasteless Jokes.

    The Current Year has made me thirst for the Blanche Knott of our age.

    Is there anyone who has a tip for joke books like the ones we used to have?
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  22. @oddsbodkins
    Harry was born nine months later.

    I can’t blame you for that, it was too hard to resist.

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    Good to meet a man who can take a joke.
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  23. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:
    @Harry Baldwin
    My father was quite the world traveler. In the early '80s he briefly visited Haiti. While he stood outside his hotel, a friendly girl of about 11 or 12 years old approached him and started speaking. He understands French and managed to converse with her. He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex.

    In the DR they wait until they can pass for eighteen, or at the very least sixteen.

    And while outright prostitution is certainly available, often they really want you to take them home with you. Boys have Major League Baseball to dream about, but for a girl, marrying a foreigner is the only ticket off the island.

    And if you are a woman, or gay (remember, in the Hispanosphere, or at least the Hispanophone Americas and their environs, to catch is gay, to pitch is just not as good taste) there are always men for your pleasure as well, since not everyone can make The Show.

    On many street corners throughout the islands, West Indian males strike a familiar pose: One hand rests authoritatively on the crotch. Sometimes this is simply a reassuring habit, a reminder that the bamboo is ready for action, but often the poser harasses female passersby: “Here gyall, yu wud lub some of dis!” Female sex tourists first came to the Caribbean early in this century. They were older white women, come to winter in Bermuda, the Bahamas, and the U.S. Virgin Islands. The stuff of island legend, these well-heeled women arrived with steamer trunks, took up residence in large quarters, and tapped young black males to service them discreetly for the duration of their stay. The men were rewarded handsomely, so there was no shortage of potential gigolos. Everyone knew which young man went with which dowager; when the women arrived at the jetty, there was loud teasing: “Simon, your mudder com!”

    The entry of younger women into the sex tourism market dates to the early 1960s, when Scandinavian, British, and German women first began to travel to the southern coasts of Europe: Italy, Spain, and Greece. In Greece, the term Kamaki evolved to describe local men, many of them fishermen, who had sexual relations with tourist women in exchange for money and gifts. Since the emergence of package travel tours in the 1970s, European women have been able to safely travel farther afield. And so they’re off to Gambia, Kenya, or Ghana, to Jamaica or Barbados, to Thailand, the Philippines, or Indonesia, India, or Brazil. Since the early 1970s, Barbados has become a popular destination for female tourists seeking what the sociologist Graham Dann has called “close encounters of the Third World kind.” Young males— “beach boys”—cruise the sands in search of unattached tourist women. Beach boys are easy to spot because of their distinctive wardrobe: They go in for T-shirts, baggy swimming trunks, Teva sandals, gold bracelets, and brand-name sunglasses, preferably Oakley or Ray-Ban. They are without exception physically fit. Some have bleached hair, and a few sport baby dreadlocks, called “nubbies.” A beach boy might rent out beach chairs and umbrellas for a living; he might sell coconuts or aloe vera or coral or handcrafted jewelry. He might deal drugs.

    But most beach boys spend their days leading tourists to water: renting out Jet Skis, giving waterskiing lessons, organizing sailboat trips, staffing glass-bottomed boats. These jobs are usually part-time or seasonal, and the relatively low wages they command are insufficient to maintain the enviable beach boy lifestyle. Beach boys require the latest clothes and shoes, immodest jewelry, meals and drinks at pricey tourist restaurants and nightclubs. Hustling female tourists earns them these necessities. Sex tourists advertise their availability in various ways. Novices are much more likely to travel in groups, and they respond warmly to the faintest invitation: “Is this your first visit to Barbados?” or “Would you like to come on a Jet Ski ride with me?” The veteran sex tourist is much more direct. She sits on the sand alone, masked by designer shades, scouting for the most appealing beach boy. If the wrong one saunters over, she sends him away. Of course, the older she is, the less discriminating she can afford to be. Even before the initial encounter, a beach boy is able to glean some information about a potential client from her swimwear, her reading material, her accent. This sizing up is important: Beach boys have a hierarchy of preferred clients based on nationality, affluence, age, and attractiveness. A wealthy, attractive French Canadian in her 30s tops most lists. My informants believe that French Canadian women have prodigious sexual appetites and a correspondingly inexhaustible supply of gifts. (Among the beach boys of Martinique, Air Canada is known as Air Couconne, or Air Pussy.) Germans and other Europeans rank below French Canadians. Young Brits are fine in a pinch, but they are usually on a tight budget; older British women are preferable. Young white American women are at the bottom of the hierarchy, because their racial hang-ups are said to translate into sexual inhibitions. Black American women are preferable, if they’re rich, but a black female tourist does not do much to enhance a beach boy’s status. As one beach boy told me, “I can get a black girl anytime.”

    First contact is usually made on the beach. Beach boys employ a range of techniques to stimulate prospective clients. Unfazed by the scrutiny of countless appreciative gazes, one will perform stunts on a Jet Ski, while another might embark on a routine of seaside calisthenics. One young man who frequented the Carlyle Bay tourist beach would strip down to his Speedo and engage in an acrobatic and sexually suggestive game of paddleball that had even the most jaded tourist—and writer—staring in amazement. The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread. These longhaired hustlers have achieved a kind of perverse fame on the island, having been lampooned in cartoons, in comedy skits, and even on greeting cards.

    https://mafiadoc.com/in-search-of-the-big-bamboopdf-bahamateach_59d808271723ddb0f71c0e47.html

    It happens in the DR too. The DR has two things going for it the discerning {ahem} bamboo chaser will value: there are men that are often whiter looking than in the other Caribbean islands, and while Jamaicans and other island blacks are well known for being bejingled, it is in the DR, for some strange reason, one finds men with ‘Rubirosa Syndrome’: a huge penis in a perpetual state of semi-erection. Certainly not a universal syndrome, but not terribly rare. Rubirosa’s massive member was widely talked about in its day and to this one, but any Dominican will tell you that while he was larger than average even by their standards, what he had was not terribly unusual. French restaurants still apparently refer to the traditional pepper grinder as a “rubirosa” to this day.

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    @23 Anonymous: "The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread."

    Ah yes, a feature of my days on the immigrant visa side was the blonde American tourist with her dark and dreaded Jamaican lover applying for a K or fiancee visa. Because they had spent the last few days together and it was true love.
    , @Alfa158
    "She takes the taxi to the good hotel
    Bon march¨¦ as far as she can tell
    She drinks the zombie from the cocoa shell
    She feels alright, she get it on tonight
    Mister driver
    Take me where the music play
    Papa say

    Oh - no hesitation
    No tears and no hearts breakin'
    No remorse
    Oh - congratulations
    This is your Haitian Divorce

    At the Grotto
    In the greasy chair
    Sits the Charlie with the lotion and the kinky hair
    When she smiled, she said it all

    The band was hot so
    They danced the famous Merengue
    Now we dolly back
    Now we fade to black

    Tearful reunion in the USA
    Day by day those memories fade away
    Some babies grow in a peculiar way
    It changed, it grew, and everybody knew
    Semi-mojo
    Who's this kinky so-and-so?
    Papa go

    Oh - no hesitation
    No tears and no hearts breakin'
    No remorse
    Oh - congratulations
    This is your Haitian Divorce"
    , @Vinteuil
    Now that was interesting.
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  24. ogunsiron says:
    @Anonymous
    Haiti is pretty much the worst place in the world as far as the local humans are concerned.

    It was the finest agricultural land in the world, on which the French brought a bunch of sub-Saharan Africans, let them revolt and run out the French, devolve into utter savagery, and then the West-primarily the US-came in and brought in foreign aid and assistance in numerous waves without requiring anything of the Haitians, and at the same time let the few Haitians that were not utter and worthless savages emigrate. A recipe for creating hell on earth.

    I figure that when the West collapses the Dominicans will take over and after a good butcherfest dominate the whole island. The Dominicans are bad, but nowhere as bad as the Haitians.

    At this point there is nothing we can do for them.

    From a canadian perspective, it seems to me that haitians punch well below their weight when it comes to social dysfunction. Montreal is actually a much nicer place than one would imagine, given the pretty high number of black people living here (most of them haitians). I took a quick look at various stats and somalians are way, way worse. Jamaicans are way worse too. The relationship between the haitians and the Quebecois just isn’t even remotely as tense as the typical relationship between white majorities and black minorities. But that’s being changed, as BLM etc gets adopted.

    With that said, your scenario where eventually the DR takes over and “winds down” the haitians is a plausible one.

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  25. @syonredux
    More Haitian weirdness...

    The Tonton Macoute (Haitian Creole: Tonton Makout)[1][2][3] or simply as the Macoute[4][5] was a special operations unit within the Haitian paramilitary force created in 1959 by dictator François "Papa Doc" Duvalier. In 1970 the militia was renamed the Volontaires de la Sécurité Nationale (VSN, Volunteers of the National Security).[6] Haitians named this force after the Haitian mythological bogeyman, Tonton Macoute ("Uncle Gunnysack"), who kidnaps and punishes unruly children by snaring them in a gunny sack (French: macoute) and carrying them off to be consumed at breakfast
     

    Duvalier authorized the Tontons Macoutes to commit systematic violence and human rights abuses to suppress political opposition. They were responsible for unknown numbers of murders and rapes in Haiti. Political opponents often disappeared overnight, or were sometimes attacked in broad daylight. Tontons Macoutes stoned and burned people alive. Many times they put the corpses of their victims on display, often hung in trees for everyone to see and take as warnings against opposition. Family members who tried to remove the bodies for proper burial often disappeared themselves. Anyone who challenged the MVSN risked assassination. Their unrestrained state terrorism was accompanied by corruption, extortion and personal aggrandizement among the leadership. The victims of Tontons Macoutes could range from a woman in the poorest of neighborhoods who had previously supported an opposing politician to a businessman who refused to comply with extortion threats (ostensibly as donations for public works, but which were in fact the source of profit for corrupt officials and even President Duvalier). The Tontons Macoutes murdered between 30,000 and 60,000 Haitians
     

    Some of the most important members of the Tonton Macoute were Vodou leaders. This religious affiliation gave the Macoutes a kind of unearthly authority in the eyes of the public. From their methods to their choice of clothes, Vodou always played an important role in their actions. The Tontons Macoutes wore straw hats, blue denim shirts and dark glasses, and were armed with machetes and guns. Both their allusions to the supernatural and their physical presentations were used with the intention of instilling fear and respect.
     
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonton_Macoute

    I remember seeing footage of ACORN going to some executives’ houses during the financial crisis 2.0, and could not help but wonder at the time if we were witnessing Doc Obama’s Tonton Macoute in action.

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  26. 3g4me says:
    @Harry Baldwin
    My father was quite the world traveler. In the early '80s he briefly visited Haiti. While he stood outside his hotel, a friendly girl of about 11 or 12 years old approached him and started speaking. He understands French and managed to converse with her. He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex.

    @10 Harry Baldwin: “He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex.”

    Why the inconsiderate horror? She merely wanted to ensure her progeny would have good hair.

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    My father said that Dominicanas having "affairs" with white foreign men of any substance were not particularly concerned with contraception and from what he heard from other American men who indulged (my father said he never did-with Dominicanas: since he openly admitted to a great deal of extramarital sex otherwise, in his later years, but maintained he was chaste on those trips as it was at a time when he and his second wife were on good terms, I believe he was truthful) some would get mad if you pulled out. If they got pregnant, at best it meant they had a handle on you to get you to marry them and take them back, in the middle it meant child support, and even if you were a total cad and vamoosed (as then was certainly possible) at least they got a whiter kid out of it for themselves, which would up their status and the child would be perceived as having a better opportunity in life, being whiter.

    Whether that's true today I don't know. I do suspect that if you put a baby in a Dominicana's belly now the chances you will be putting a regular deposit in her bank account for child support for the next ~18 years, like it or not, are probably a lot higher, what with DNA and diplomatic efforts across borders to punish men generally as we have now. Perhaps someone else with expertise on international child support collection can inform us on this.
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  27. 3g4me says:
    @Anonymous
    In the DR they wait until they can pass for eighteen, or at the very least sixteen.

    And while outright prostitution is certainly available, often they really want you to take them home with you. Boys have Major League Baseball to dream about, but for a girl, marrying a foreigner is the only ticket off the island.

    And if you are a woman, or gay (remember, in the Hispanosphere, or at least the Hispanophone Americas and their environs, to catch is gay, to pitch is just not as good taste) there are always men for your pleasure as well, since not everyone can make The Show.

    On many street corners throughout the islands, West Indian males strike a familiar pose: One hand rests authoritatively on the crotch. Sometimes this is simply a reassuring habit, a reminder that the bamboo is ready for action, but often the poser harasses female passersby: "Here gyall, yu wud lub some of dis!" Female sex tourists first came to the Caribbean early in this century. They were older white women, come to winter in Bermuda, the Bahamas, and the U.S. Virgin Islands. The stuff of island legend, these well-heeled women arrived with steamer trunks, took up residence in large quarters, and tapped young black males to service them discreetly for the duration of their stay. The men were rewarded handsomely, so there was no shortage of potential gigolos. Everyone knew which young man went with which dowager; when the women arrived at the jetty, there was loud teasing: "Simon, your mudder com!"

    The entry of younger women into the sex tourism market dates to the early 1960s, when Scandinavian, British, and German women first began to travel to the southern coasts of Europe: Italy, Spain, and Greece. In Greece, the term Kamaki evolved to describe local men, many of them fishermen, who had sexual relations with tourist women in exchange for money and gifts. Since the emergence of package travel tours in the 1970s, European women have been able to safely travel farther afield. And so they're off to Gambia, Kenya, or Ghana, to Jamaica or Barbados, to Thailand, the Philippines, or Indonesia, India, or Brazil. Since the early 1970s, Barbados has become a popular destination for female tourists seeking what the sociologist Graham Dann has called "close encounters of the Third World kind." Young males— "beach boys"—cruise the sands in search of unattached tourist women. Beach boys are easy to spot because of their distinctive wardrobe: They go in for T-shirts, baggy swimming trunks, Teva sandals, gold bracelets, and brand-name sunglasses, preferably Oakley or Ray-Ban. They are without exception physically fit. Some have bleached hair, and a few sport baby dreadlocks, called "nubbies." A beach boy might rent out beach chairs and umbrellas for a living; he might sell coconuts or aloe vera or coral or handcrafted jewelry. He might deal drugs.

    But most beach boys spend their days leading tourists to water: renting out Jet Skis, giving waterskiing lessons, organizing sailboat trips, staffing glass-bottomed boats. These jobs are usually part-time or seasonal, and the relatively low wages they command are insufficient to maintain the enviable beach boy lifestyle. Beach boys require the latest clothes and shoes, immodest jewelry, meals and drinks at pricey tourist restaurants and nightclubs. Hustling female tourists earns them these necessities. Sex tourists advertise their availability in various ways. Novices are much more likely to travel in groups, and they respond warmly to the faintest invitation: "Is this your first visit to Barbados?" or "Would you like to come on a Jet Ski ride with me?" The veteran sex tourist is much more direct. She sits on the sand alone, masked by designer shades, scouting for the most appealing beach boy. If the wrong one saunters over, she sends him away. Of course, the older she is, the less discriminating she can afford to be. Even before the initial encounter, a beach boy is able to glean some information about a potential client from her swimwear, her reading material, her accent. This sizing up is important: Beach boys have a hierarchy of preferred clients based on nationality, affluence, age, and attractiveness. A wealthy, attractive French Canadian in her 30s tops most lists. My informants believe that French Canadian women have prodigious sexual appetites and a correspondingly inexhaustible supply of gifts. (Among the beach boys of Martinique, Air Canada is known as Air Couconne, or Air Pussy.) Germans and other Europeans rank below French Canadians. Young Brits are fine in a pinch, but they are usually on a tight budget; older British women are preferable. Young white American women are at the bottom of the hierarchy, because their racial hang-ups are said to translate into sexual inhibitions. Black American women are preferable, if they're rich, but a black female tourist does not do much to enhance a beach boy's status. As one beach boy told me, "I can get a black girl anytime."

    First contact is usually made on the beach. Beach boys employ a range of techniques to stimulate prospective clients. Unfazed by the scrutiny of countless appreciative gazes, one will perform stunts on a Jet Ski, while another might embark on a routine of seaside calisthenics. One young man who frequented the Carlyle Bay tourist beach would strip down to his Speedo and engage in an acrobatic and sexually suggestive game of paddleball that had even the most jaded tourist—and writer—staring in amazement. The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread. These longhaired hustlers have achieved a kind of perverse fame on the island, having been lampooned in cartoons, in comedy skits, and even on greeting cards.
     
    https://mafiadoc.com/in-search-of-the-big-bamboopdf-bahamateach_59d808271723ddb0f71c0e47.html

    It happens in the DR too. The DR has two things going for it the discerning {ahem} bamboo chaser will value: there are men that are often whiter looking than in the other Caribbean islands, and while Jamaicans and other island blacks are well known for being bejingled, it is in the DR, for some strange reason, one finds men with 'Rubirosa Syndrome': a huge penis in a perpetual state of semi-erection. Certainly not a universal syndrome, but not terribly rare. Rubirosa's massive member was widely talked about in its day and to this one, but any Dominican will tell you that while he was larger than average even by their standards, what he had was not terribly unusual. French restaurants still apparently refer to the traditional pepper grinder as a "rubirosa" to this day.

    @23 Anonymous: “The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread.”

    Ah yes, a feature of my days on the immigrant visa side was the blonde American tourist with her dark and dreaded Jamaican lover applying for a K or fiancee visa. Because they had spent the last few days together and it was true love.

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    I knew this lady in Chicago who went to the Bahamas and had a fling. Then about three months later, Romeo (his real name) shows up in Chicago. Then, her car is gone.

    "Did Romeo steal it? \"

    "Well, I kind of gave him permission to borrow it. \"

    "But he's had it for a month?"

    "Do you think I should call the police? I don't know ..."

    And then after another month, Romeo brought her car back from visiting other former tourist lady-friends.

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  28. @3g4me
    @23 Anonymous: "The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread."

    Ah yes, a feature of my days on the immigrant visa side was the blonde American tourist with her dark and dreaded Jamaican lover applying for a K or fiancee visa. Because they had spent the last few days together and it was true love.

    I knew this lady in Chicago who went to the Bahamas and had a fling. Then about three months later, Romeo (his real name) shows up in Chicago. Then, her car is gone.

    “Did Romeo steal it? \”

    “Well, I kind of gave him permission to borrow it. \”

    “But he’s had it for a month?”

    “Do you think I should call the police? I don’t know …”

    And then after another month, Romeo brought her car back from visiting other former tourist lady-friends.

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    California question:

    What would be the current price of that beach cottage perched on the rocks in the 1965 movie The Sandpiper?

    Montecito is mentioned in the movie that features Richard Burton playing Dr. Hewitt and Elizabeth Taylor playing Miss Reynolds. Mud has recently made parts of Montecito miserable, I see in the news.

    Population of California in 1965:

    18.58 million.

    Population of California in 2018:

    39.6 million.
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  29. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:
    @3g4me
    @10 Harry Baldwin: "He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex."

    Why the inconsiderate horror? She merely wanted to ensure her progeny would have good hair.

    My father said that Dominicanas having “affairs” with white foreign men of any substance were not particularly concerned with contraception and from what he heard from other American men who indulged (my father said he never did-with Dominicanas: since he openly admitted to a great deal of extramarital sex otherwise, in his later years, but maintained he was chaste on those trips as it was at a time when he and his second wife were on good terms, I believe he was truthful) some would get mad if you pulled out. If they got pregnant, at best it meant they had a handle on you to get you to marry them and take them back, in the middle it meant child support, and even if you were a total cad and vamoosed (as then was certainly possible) at least they got a whiter kid out of it for themselves, which would up their status and the child would be perceived as having a better opportunity in life, being whiter.

    Whether that’s true today I don’t know. I do suspect that if you put a baby in a Dominicana’s belly now the chances you will be putting a regular deposit in her bank account for child support for the next ~18 years, like it or not, are probably a lot higher, what with DNA and diplomatic efforts across borders to punish men generally as we have now. Perhaps someone else with expertise on international child support collection can inform us on this.

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  30. Alfa158 says:
    @Anonymous
    In the DR they wait until they can pass for eighteen, or at the very least sixteen.

    And while outright prostitution is certainly available, often they really want you to take them home with you. Boys have Major League Baseball to dream about, but for a girl, marrying a foreigner is the only ticket off the island.

    And if you are a woman, or gay (remember, in the Hispanosphere, or at least the Hispanophone Americas and their environs, to catch is gay, to pitch is just not as good taste) there are always men for your pleasure as well, since not everyone can make The Show.

    On many street corners throughout the islands, West Indian males strike a familiar pose: One hand rests authoritatively on the crotch. Sometimes this is simply a reassuring habit, a reminder that the bamboo is ready for action, but often the poser harasses female passersby: "Here gyall, yu wud lub some of dis!" Female sex tourists first came to the Caribbean early in this century. They were older white women, come to winter in Bermuda, the Bahamas, and the U.S. Virgin Islands. The stuff of island legend, these well-heeled women arrived with steamer trunks, took up residence in large quarters, and tapped young black males to service them discreetly for the duration of their stay. The men were rewarded handsomely, so there was no shortage of potential gigolos. Everyone knew which young man went with which dowager; when the women arrived at the jetty, there was loud teasing: "Simon, your mudder com!"

    The entry of younger women into the sex tourism market dates to the early 1960s, when Scandinavian, British, and German women first began to travel to the southern coasts of Europe: Italy, Spain, and Greece. In Greece, the term Kamaki evolved to describe local men, many of them fishermen, who had sexual relations with tourist women in exchange for money and gifts. Since the emergence of package travel tours in the 1970s, European women have been able to safely travel farther afield. And so they're off to Gambia, Kenya, or Ghana, to Jamaica or Barbados, to Thailand, the Philippines, or Indonesia, India, or Brazil. Since the early 1970s, Barbados has become a popular destination for female tourists seeking what the sociologist Graham Dann has called "close encounters of the Third World kind." Young males— "beach boys"—cruise the sands in search of unattached tourist women. Beach boys are easy to spot because of their distinctive wardrobe: They go in for T-shirts, baggy swimming trunks, Teva sandals, gold bracelets, and brand-name sunglasses, preferably Oakley or Ray-Ban. They are without exception physically fit. Some have bleached hair, and a few sport baby dreadlocks, called "nubbies." A beach boy might rent out beach chairs and umbrellas for a living; he might sell coconuts or aloe vera or coral or handcrafted jewelry. He might deal drugs.

    But most beach boys spend their days leading tourists to water: renting out Jet Skis, giving waterskiing lessons, organizing sailboat trips, staffing glass-bottomed boats. These jobs are usually part-time or seasonal, and the relatively low wages they command are insufficient to maintain the enviable beach boy lifestyle. Beach boys require the latest clothes and shoes, immodest jewelry, meals and drinks at pricey tourist restaurants and nightclubs. Hustling female tourists earns them these necessities. Sex tourists advertise their availability in various ways. Novices are much more likely to travel in groups, and they respond warmly to the faintest invitation: "Is this your first visit to Barbados?" or "Would you like to come on a Jet Ski ride with me?" The veteran sex tourist is much more direct. She sits on the sand alone, masked by designer shades, scouting for the most appealing beach boy. If the wrong one saunters over, she sends him away. Of course, the older she is, the less discriminating she can afford to be. Even before the initial encounter, a beach boy is able to glean some information about a potential client from her swimwear, her reading material, her accent. This sizing up is important: Beach boys have a hierarchy of preferred clients based on nationality, affluence, age, and attractiveness. A wealthy, attractive French Canadian in her 30s tops most lists. My informants believe that French Canadian women have prodigious sexual appetites and a correspondingly inexhaustible supply of gifts. (Among the beach boys of Martinique, Air Canada is known as Air Couconne, or Air Pussy.) Germans and other Europeans rank below French Canadians. Young Brits are fine in a pinch, but they are usually on a tight budget; older British women are preferable. Young white American women are at the bottom of the hierarchy, because their racial hang-ups are said to translate into sexual inhibitions. Black American women are preferable, if they're rich, but a black female tourist does not do much to enhance a beach boy's status. As one beach boy told me, "I can get a black girl anytime."

    First contact is usually made on the beach. Beach boys employ a range of techniques to stimulate prospective clients. Unfazed by the scrutiny of countless appreciative gazes, one will perform stunts on a Jet Ski, while another might embark on a routine of seaside calisthenics. One young man who frequented the Carlyle Bay tourist beach would strip down to his Speedo and engage in an acrobatic and sexually suggestive game of paddleball that had even the most jaded tourist—and writer—staring in amazement. The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread. These longhaired hustlers have achieved a kind of perverse fame on the island, having been lampooned in cartoons, in comedy skits, and even on greeting cards.
     
    https://mafiadoc.com/in-search-of-the-big-bamboopdf-bahamateach_59d808271723ddb0f71c0e47.html

    It happens in the DR too. The DR has two things going for it the discerning {ahem} bamboo chaser will value: there are men that are often whiter looking than in the other Caribbean islands, and while Jamaicans and other island blacks are well known for being bejingled, it is in the DR, for some strange reason, one finds men with 'Rubirosa Syndrome': a huge penis in a perpetual state of semi-erection. Certainly not a universal syndrome, but not terribly rare. Rubirosa's massive member was widely talked about in its day and to this one, but any Dominican will tell you that while he was larger than average even by their standards, what he had was not terribly unusual. French restaurants still apparently refer to the traditional pepper grinder as a "rubirosa" to this day.

    “She takes the taxi to the good hotel
    Bon march¨¦ as far as she can tell
    She drinks the zombie from the cocoa shell
    She feels alright, she get it on tonight
    Mister driver
    Take me where the music play
    Papa say

    Oh – no hesitation
    No tears and no hearts breakin’
    No remorse
    Oh – congratulations
    This is your Haitian Divorce

    At the Grotto
    In the greasy chair
    Sits the Charlie with the lotion and the kinky hair
    When she smiled, she said it all

    The band was hot so
    They danced the famous Merengue
    Now we dolly back
    Now we fade to black

    Tearful reunion in the USA
    Day by day those memories fade away
    Some babies grow in a peculiar way
    It changed, it grew, and everybody knew
    Semi-mojo
    Who’s this kinky so-and-so?
    Papa go

    Oh – no hesitation
    No tears and no hearts breakin’
    No remorse
    Oh – congratulations
    This is your Haitian Divorce”

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    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wk0kq_LfRF8
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  31. @Harry Baldwin
    I can't blame you for that, it was too hard to resist.

    Good to meet a man who can take a joke.

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    I give credit where credit is due.
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  32. LondonBob says:

    So Haiti was the inspiration for Live and Let die.

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  33. @Tom Scarlett
    Fred Astaire left his hat in Haiti

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GbXh8z7oFU

    Josephine Baker longs to return to Haiti and its “forets si belles”. To live outside of Haiti is to live in a cage:

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  34. @oddsbodkins
    Good to meet a man who can take a joke.

    I give credit where credit is due.

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  35. MEH 0910 says:
    @Alfa158
    "She takes the taxi to the good hotel
    Bon march¨¦ as far as she can tell
    She drinks the zombie from the cocoa shell
    She feels alright, she get it on tonight
    Mister driver
    Take me where the music play
    Papa say

    Oh - no hesitation
    No tears and no hearts breakin'
    No remorse
    Oh - congratulations
    This is your Haitian Divorce

    At the Grotto
    In the greasy chair
    Sits the Charlie with the lotion and the kinky hair
    When she smiled, she said it all

    The band was hot so
    They danced the famous Merengue
    Now we dolly back
    Now we fade to black

    Tearful reunion in the USA
    Day by day those memories fade away
    Some babies grow in a peculiar way
    It changed, it grew, and everybody knew
    Semi-mojo
    Who's this kinky so-and-so?
    Papa go

    Oh - no hesitation
    No tears and no hearts breakin'
    No remorse
    Oh - congratulations
    This is your Haitian Divorce"

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  36. Thursday says:

    Much of the educated classes emigrated, leaving Haiti brain-drained.

    A lot came to Quebec, including the parents of one co-founder of the band Arcade Fire:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%C3%A9gine_Chassagne

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  37. GU says:

    “Back to Blood” was disappointing compared to Wolfe’s other novels, but the Haitian characters were somewhat interesting.

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  38. Vinteuil says:
    @Anonymous
    In the DR they wait until they can pass for eighteen, or at the very least sixteen.

    And while outright prostitution is certainly available, often they really want you to take them home with you. Boys have Major League Baseball to dream about, but for a girl, marrying a foreigner is the only ticket off the island.

    And if you are a woman, or gay (remember, in the Hispanosphere, or at least the Hispanophone Americas and their environs, to catch is gay, to pitch is just not as good taste) there are always men for your pleasure as well, since not everyone can make The Show.

    On many street corners throughout the islands, West Indian males strike a familiar pose: One hand rests authoritatively on the crotch. Sometimes this is simply a reassuring habit, a reminder that the bamboo is ready for action, but often the poser harasses female passersby: "Here gyall, yu wud lub some of dis!" Female sex tourists first came to the Caribbean early in this century. They were older white women, come to winter in Bermuda, the Bahamas, and the U.S. Virgin Islands. The stuff of island legend, these well-heeled women arrived with steamer trunks, took up residence in large quarters, and tapped young black males to service them discreetly for the duration of their stay. The men were rewarded handsomely, so there was no shortage of potential gigolos. Everyone knew which young man went with which dowager; when the women arrived at the jetty, there was loud teasing: "Simon, your mudder com!"

    The entry of younger women into the sex tourism market dates to the early 1960s, when Scandinavian, British, and German women first began to travel to the southern coasts of Europe: Italy, Spain, and Greece. In Greece, the term Kamaki evolved to describe local men, many of them fishermen, who had sexual relations with tourist women in exchange for money and gifts. Since the emergence of package travel tours in the 1970s, European women have been able to safely travel farther afield. And so they're off to Gambia, Kenya, or Ghana, to Jamaica or Barbados, to Thailand, the Philippines, or Indonesia, India, or Brazil. Since the early 1970s, Barbados has become a popular destination for female tourists seeking what the sociologist Graham Dann has called "close encounters of the Third World kind." Young males— "beach boys"—cruise the sands in search of unattached tourist women. Beach boys are easy to spot because of their distinctive wardrobe: They go in for T-shirts, baggy swimming trunks, Teva sandals, gold bracelets, and brand-name sunglasses, preferably Oakley or Ray-Ban. They are without exception physically fit. Some have bleached hair, and a few sport baby dreadlocks, called "nubbies." A beach boy might rent out beach chairs and umbrellas for a living; he might sell coconuts or aloe vera or coral or handcrafted jewelry. He might deal drugs.

    But most beach boys spend their days leading tourists to water: renting out Jet Skis, giving waterskiing lessons, organizing sailboat trips, staffing glass-bottomed boats. These jobs are usually part-time or seasonal, and the relatively low wages they command are insufficient to maintain the enviable beach boy lifestyle. Beach boys require the latest clothes and shoes, immodest jewelry, meals and drinks at pricey tourist restaurants and nightclubs. Hustling female tourists earns them these necessities. Sex tourists advertise their availability in various ways. Novices are much more likely to travel in groups, and they respond warmly to the faintest invitation: "Is this your first visit to Barbados?" or "Would you like to come on a Jet Ski ride with me?" The veteran sex tourist is much more direct. She sits on the sand alone, masked by designer shades, scouting for the most appealing beach boy. If the wrong one saunters over, she sends him away. Of course, the older she is, the less discriminating she can afford to be. Even before the initial encounter, a beach boy is able to glean some information about a potential client from her swimwear, her reading material, her accent. This sizing up is important: Beach boys have a hierarchy of preferred clients based on nationality, affluence, age, and attractiveness. A wealthy, attractive French Canadian in her 30s tops most lists. My informants believe that French Canadian women have prodigious sexual appetites and a correspondingly inexhaustible supply of gifts. (Among the beach boys of Martinique, Air Canada is known as Air Couconne, or Air Pussy.) Germans and other Europeans rank below French Canadians. Young Brits are fine in a pinch, but they are usually on a tight budget; older British women are preferable. Young white American women are at the bottom of the hierarchy, because their racial hang-ups are said to translate into sexual inhibitions. Black American women are preferable, if they're rich, but a black female tourist does not do much to enhance a beach boy's status. As one beach boy told me, "I can get a black girl anytime."

    First contact is usually made on the beach. Beach boys employ a range of techniques to stimulate prospective clients. Unfazed by the scrutiny of countless appreciative gazes, one will perform stunts on a Jet Ski, while another might embark on a routine of seaside calisthenics. One young man who frequented the Carlyle Bay tourist beach would strip down to his Speedo and engage in an acrobatic and sexually suggestive game of paddleball that had even the most jaded tourist—and writer—staring in amazement. The island of Jamaica has bred its own peculiar kind of beach boy: the rent-a-dread. These longhaired hustlers have achieved a kind of perverse fame on the island, having been lampooned in cartoons, in comedy skits, and even on greeting cards.
     
    https://mafiadoc.com/in-search-of-the-big-bamboopdf-bahamateach_59d808271723ddb0f71c0e47.html

    It happens in the DR too. The DR has two things going for it the discerning {ahem} bamboo chaser will value: there are men that are often whiter looking than in the other Caribbean islands, and while Jamaicans and other island blacks are well known for being bejingled, it is in the DR, for some strange reason, one finds men with 'Rubirosa Syndrome': a huge penis in a perpetual state of semi-erection. Certainly not a universal syndrome, but not terribly rare. Rubirosa's massive member was widely talked about in its day and to this one, but any Dominican will tell you that while he was larger than average even by their standards, what he had was not terribly unusual. French restaurants still apparently refer to the traditional pepper grinder as a "rubirosa" to this day.

    Now that was interesting.

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  39. Haitian movie with Burton and Taylor leads to The Sandpiper on YouTube.

    Welshman Burton plays a married character named Dr. Hewitt who illicitly canoodles with California artist beach babe Taylor.

    California will not be allowed to remain occupied enemy territory. White Core American Patriots will reclaim California.

    Never give up the coasts or access to the oceans.

    Taylor has her tits sculpted by beatnik Charles Bronson in the movie; I have never been to California, but I miss the one in the movies up to the mid 1970s.

    Burton, Taylor, Taylor’s tits, Bronson:

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    Cleopatra was Liz's last stand.

    Despite her intriguing (before she got fat) face and violet eyes, she was not even as hot as Kim Novak by then. Ava Gardner and Monroe were far and away hotter.
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  40. @Steve Sailer
    I knew this lady in Chicago who went to the Bahamas and had a fling. Then about three months later, Romeo (his real name) shows up in Chicago. Then, her car is gone.

    "Did Romeo steal it? \"

    "Well, I kind of gave him permission to borrow it. \"

    "But he's had it for a month?"

    "Do you think I should call the police? I don't know ..."

    And then after another month, Romeo brought her car back from visiting other former tourist lady-friends.

    California question:

    What would be the current price of that beach cottage perched on the rocks in the 1965 movie The Sandpiper?

    Montecito is mentioned in the movie that features Richard Burton playing Dr. Hewitt and Elizabeth Taylor playing Miss Reynolds. Mud has recently made parts of Montecito miserable, I see in the news.

    Population of California in 1965:

    18.58 million.

    Population of California in 2018:

    39.6 million.

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    Plus several millions of illegal aliens.
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  41. anon • Disclaimer says:
    @Charles Pewitt
    California question:

    What would be the current price of that beach cottage perched on the rocks in the 1965 movie The Sandpiper?

    Montecito is mentioned in the movie that features Richard Burton playing Dr. Hewitt and Elizabeth Taylor playing Miss Reynolds. Mud has recently made parts of Montecito miserable, I see in the news.

    Population of California in 1965:

    18.58 million.

    Population of California in 2018:

    39.6 million.

    Plus several millions of illegal aliens.

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  42. @Harry Baldwin
    I remember an early AIDS joke:

    Q: "What's the worst thing about having AIDS?"
    A: "Convincing your parents that you're Haitian."

    There used to be the 4 H’s to watch out for in the blood supply in the 80s. Haitians, homos, hemophiliacs, and I can’t remember the fourth.

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    Heroin addicts.
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  43. Ed says:
    @Felix Fischer
    From people who have been there what I hear is Haiti is even worse than countries we think of as being pretty terrible, such as say Liberia.

    When the earthquake hit there. I was in business school at the time and some of us students organized a fundraiser. A professor seeing this offered to match our donations and invited us to his office to talk.

    He said he used to do consulting work in Haiti. One year he had a Haitian-American student as his assistant. He got kidnapped, held for ransom. He was eventually released battered and bruised. He also said Port Au Prince at the time had one functions stoplight. The professor retained some fondness for the people but he said it was a wretched place.

    It’s quite ironic that Liberia & Haiti the oldest black countries are among the worst today even compared to other African countries.

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  44. @Harry Baldwin
    My father was quite the world traveler. In the early '80s he briefly visited Haiti. While he stood outside his hotel, a friendly girl of about 11 or 12 years old approached him and started speaking. He understands French and managed to converse with her. He soon realized, to his horror, that she was offering herself to him for sex.

    Is this a how my dad met mom story?

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  45. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:
    @Charles Pewitt
    Haitian movie with Burton and Taylor leads to The Sandpiper on YouTube.

    Welshman Burton plays a married character named Dr. Hewitt who illicitly canoodles with California artist beach babe Taylor.

    California will not be allowed to remain occupied enemy territory. White Core American Patriots will reclaim California.

    Never give up the coasts or access to the oceans.

    Taylor has her tits sculpted by beatnik Charles Bronson in the movie; I have never been to California, but I miss the one in the movies up to the mid 1970s.

    Burton, Taylor, Taylor's tits, Bronson:

    https://youtu.be/iGo2p47GglA

    Cleopatra was Liz’s last stand.

    Despite her intriguing (before she got fat) face and violet eyes, she was not even as hot as Kim Novak by then. Ava Gardner and Monroe were far and away hotter.

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  46. anon • Disclaimer says:
    @Harry Baldwin
    I remember an early AIDS joke:

    Q: "What's the worst thing about having AIDS?"
    A: "Convincing your parents that you're Haitian."

    If I could hit the LOL button, I would have.

    I know people say LOL online a lot, but they didn’t really laugh out loud. That time, I actually did.

    God, that gives me memories of sitting around bonfires as a youth, trading Truly Tasteless Jokes.

    The Current Year has made me thirst for the Blanche Knott of our age.

    Is there anyone who has a tip for joke books like the ones we used to have?

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    About 10 years ago, I bought my teenage daughter a copy of a book called Truly Tasteless Jokes. Most of the jokes were of the Polaks are stupid variety and nobody thought anything about them when I was growing up. First she was kind of horrified, probably because she'd been trained that way in school, then she thought they were hilarious. Half of them will get you fired today, at the very least.

    Looks like you can still buy it: https://www.amazon.com/Truly-Tasteless-Jokes-Blanche-Knott/dp/0345329201

    Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring and good-looking? Because all those men already have boyfriends.

    What do electric trains and women's breasts have in common? They were originally intended for children but it's the men who play with them the most.

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  47. @Jim Don Bob
    There used to be the 4 H's to watch out for in the blood supply in the 80s. Haitians, homos, hemophiliacs, and I can't remember the fourth.

    Heroin addicts.

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  48. @anon
    If I could hit the LOL button, I would have.

    I know people say LOL online a lot, but they didn't really laugh out loud. That time, I actually did.

    God, that gives me memories of sitting around bonfires as a youth, trading Truly Tasteless Jokes.

    The Current Year has made me thirst for the Blanche Knott of our age.

    Is there anyone who has a tip for joke books like the ones we used to have?

    About 10 years ago, I bought my teenage daughter a copy of a book called Truly Tasteless Jokes. Most of the jokes were of the Polaks are stupid variety and nobody thought anything about them when I was growing up. First she was kind of horrified, probably because she’d been trained that way in school, then she thought they were hilarious. Half of them will get you fired today, at the very least.

    Looks like you can still buy it: https://www.amazon.com/Truly-Tasteless-Jokes-Blanche-Knott/dp/0345329201

    Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring and good-looking? Because all those men already have boyfriends.

    What do electric trains and women’s breasts have in common? They were originally intended for children but it’s the men who play with them the most.

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  49. MEH 0910 says:

    UK, Canada warn tourists after violent crime in Jamaica’s Montego Bay

    (CNN) — British and Canadian authorities are warning their nationals visiting Jamaica’s Montego Bay to limit their movements following a state of emergency over violence and shootings in the tourist hotspot.

    Jamaica’s Prime Minister Andrew Holness announced a state of emergency for St. James Parish on Thursday and deployed the military to the area amid a rise in violent crime.

    Montego Bay, in St. James Parish, is a popular destination for international tourists.

    “I have been advised by the security forces, in writing, that the level of criminal activity experienced, continued and threatened, is of such a nature and so extensive in scale as to endanger public safety,” Holness said, according to a government news release.

    Police Commissioner George Quallo said 335 murders were recorded in St. James last year, almost twice as many as in any other parish.

    “This is Bobby Bloom. Montego Bay is in Jamaica, West Indies, which is in the Caribbean, and um, it has a certain peacefulness that makes it kind of stick in your mind. It’s the kind of a place that kind of makes you write songs about it.”

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