I Met a Nice Haitian Boy in Miami

On the night of December 22, 2009, I met a young Haitian in his first visit to the US. I was waiting for my plane next Wednesday morning, so I was there talking to his aunt. She told me this was his first visit to this country. I remembered my own first visit in September, 1973. I was twenty four years old then. He looked just like my son. This boy is sixteen, mine seventeen. I felt kinship.

I hope this boy is still in the US, and not in Haiti today.

Long live the US, but the good one, not the one that feeds greed and the KKK.