I Know How The American

Love Is The Air That I Breathe, Like Oxygen. When I Lack It, I Feel Atrophied, Asphyxiated. When I Have It, I Feel I Am Growing. And So This Growth Is Linked To Others, Or To A Collective Other. If I Realize That I Do Not Love You, My Faith Diminishes, And I Breathe Less And Less Of The Oxygen Of Life. When I Feel Linked To You, In Communion With You, There Is A Current Of Love That Passes Between Us, And The Intensity Can Multiply. And The More This Love Grows, The More The Faith Becomes Luminous, The More I Feel Linked To The Collective Other. I Am Speaking Of God.

I Am Still The Only Elected President Of The Country.

Chopped Down The Tree Of Peace, But It Will Grow Again.

In 1994, When I Went Back To Haiti From Exile, We Established A Commission For Truth And Justice And Reconciliation. I Passed The Documents To The Next Government, And I Never Heard About It Again.

In Order For Peace To Reign, One Must Speak The Truth, And That Is Why I Have Spoken Of A Political Abduction, ... ... Far From My Own Country, But In Deep Communion With All Haitians, Including Haitians Abroad, I Continue To Launch An Appeal For Peaceful Resistance.