Doggy for your information my grandfather was a farmer. He worked the land from 5AM til 7-8PM everyday. His children (my father and his brothers) were the only help he had to help him farm and only 2 out of the 5 finished high-school because they had to work to help the family. His wife and her brother's wife would be the ones to take said produce to market. None of them EVER owned a car or truck. They carried this stuff on mules from Camp-Perrin to Les Cayes every day. That's 14 miles walking on a daily basis, doggy. ONE -WAY
My great-grandma had it slightly better than them but wasnt wealthy either from what i understand.
My father, when he turned 16 rebelled against his father (after his mom passed) and moved out. Thus why he decided to take on his mother's name thus why i have an Indian last-name (dads mom was from indian family that migrated from France during WWI to Cuba and then eventually Haiti). My father, because he was always rescinded his original last name and he also declined to inherit his father's possessions even tho he was the sole provider out of all the children when his dad got old. The land that I was left was because my cousin told me to not let it go to waste because when my father declined to take it his sister (cousisns mom) said it shoud at least be passed on to me and my sister (we were teenagers at the time). All of my fathers' siblings died poor.
My father was a mechanic who worked for a dealer when he was 17 while living in the streets of PAP. Again living in the streets of port-au-prince. There werent shelters like here. You can either crash at your boy's place every now and then and sometimes your boy cant accommodate you. He eventually started his own business and then moved on to be a contractor for FADH (haitian military) and Maison Raymond Flambert (Haiti's version of Home Depot) and various other merchants.
My mother came from a rich family in a way because her dad wad from money. But my mother's mother was poor and only had one child (my mother) with said privileged man who loved and took care of my mom but didnt leave my mom a dime after he died . He wasted it all on liquor.
While my parents worked their asses off to put me and my sister in a position to succeed it doesnt mean i dont sympathize with those who werent as fortunate. But if you think im gonna sit here and tell you im okay with some clown coming in to "redistribute" wealth that my family built that im responsible to maintain and build upon and eventually pass onto my niece YOU GOT ME fukkED UP. I will split open the head of any mofo coming at me on some "we taking this for the people" shyt. I love my country and i support our efforts to keep haiti for haitians but i also have a responsibility to my family who worked hard to acquire that 5 acres of land
So watch your fukking mouth with that "priviledged" talk . We worked and suffered for this shyt
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