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Who do Voudou?

For summer 1975 I went to Haiti with a group of students from the Jamaica School of Art. I wasn’t an artist but it was a cool place to hang out and meet arty chicks! We stayed at a budget bed and breakfast in downtown Port-au-Prince and I was stunned by the abject povery that surrounded us, I’d seen poverty in Jamaica but this was another level altogether. One evening the boarding house served fish for dinner. I took one look in that dead eye and decided: nah. Even though I was short of money I walked down the road to eat a delicious meal of what turned out to be poulet de montagne: frog. I returned to the boarding house two hours later to a scene of utter chaos: every one of my companions who’d eaten the fish had become violently sick, two of whom had to be rushed to the hospital and thence home to Jamaica. Moral: always look a dead fish in the eye!

For the rest of the week the survivors visited artists and galleries across Port-au-Prince, but the high point of the trip was a visit to an authentic Voudou ceremony. Or the low point? I’m no expert on Voudou but I believe this was the real deal, certainly we were the only foreigners there, and they didn’t like me taking pictures. But when they started biting off chickens’ heads, I had to:

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Some of these  small islands   , big ones too   ,,,,  still practice Voudou .
JAM up there  , so is Trini .  Gree of course.
Bim , not really.
Blame  Haiti
smh.

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For summer 1975 I went to Haiti with a group of students from the Jamaica School of Art. I wasn’t an artist but it was a cool place to hang out and meet arty chicks! We stayed at a budget bed and breakfast in downtown Port-au-Prince and I was stunned by the abject povery that surrounded us, I’d seen poverty in Jamaica but this was another level altogether. One evening the boarding house served fish for dinner. I took one look in that dead eye and decided: nah. Even though I was short of money I walked down the road to eat a delicious meal of what turned out to be poulet de montagne: frog. I returned to the boarding house two hours later to a scene of utter chaos: every one of my companions who’d eaten the fish had become violently sick, two of whom had to be rushed to the hospital and thence home to Jamaica. Moral: always look a dead fish in the eye!

For the rest of the week the survivors visited artists and galleries across Port-au-Prince, but the high point of the trip was a visit to an authentic Voudou ceremony. Or the low point? I’m no expert on Voudou but I believe this was the real deal, certainly we were the only foreigners there, and they didn’t like me taking pictures. But when they started biting off chickens’ heads, I had to:

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From ah distance, would love to see one.  Got to keep distance doh, half ah them folks does be drunk.

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half ah them folks does be drunk.

WELL drunk, lots of white rum in evidence, when they not drinking it they spraying it from their mouths onto the women dancing in a trance. Weirdest shit I ever saw, one guy went into a rigid trance, eyes bulging, they lifted him up by his head and feet and carried him off, stiff as a board!