I am speechless, after watching this report: I had no idea at my age I was going to have such an experience, a kind of repetition, but, worse than what I had lived 56 years ago.
Delmas 3 Reception Center Click here ⇓ ⇓ video IMG_5977
I was in boarding school when I was 10 years old or I spent 5 years at the REEDUCATION CENTER in Carrefour. At that time, Carrefour was famous for having these boarding schools, some more prestigious than the others, but everyone was proud of them, it was a relief for the parents who had more children. The Central School was more connected to the profession, as proof, the musicians of the National Palace for the most part graduated from this school. The Rehabilitation Center was more classic. While in some of my messages I liked to say that: It is not the school that is not good, but the student, it was based on observations until today or I understand that my understanding deserves other considerations after watching this video, a report that made me realize and understand that the Haitian man is not the same as all other men, or, to quote one of my spiritual instructors T. Lobsang Rampa. Haiti is a country on the hard road, a country that has a really heavy karma that welcomes malicious souls. What are the organizations and institutions doing that brew a lot of money on behalf of the people? What are charities doing in this country? Here is where human rights organizations should step in to sound the alarm bells to show the importance of such a center, which if taken care of would prevent criminal networks from finding thugs to execute. their dirty work and thus continue to keep the country in insecurity. Can’t you see that these children are on the verge of prison? These are the nurseries waiting to be taken over by the armed gangs who are spreading terror in the country. Is there only one Madam Verna in the whole country who can meet the challenge these priests have given us?
I suggest you watch the interviews this lady Verna gave to Metropole on Le Point and PRG on Blockade this year, to understand that politics works against society. I do not know when or on which president these establishments were established in our country. Perhaps the bishopric can enlighten us on this, since at the head of these establishments there were religious Brothers and foreign priests, and there, I speak for the boys and in port to the Prince and its surroundings. There were surely other boarding schools for girls and in other towns across the country. At Carrefour, there was L’Ecole Centrale des Arts et Métiers. The Rehabilitation Center where I was a boarder which had a capacity of five hundred students, my chapel on which I am going to talk to you. In the city center, there were Les Salesiens with the same Arts et Métiers formula, The J.B. Damier same formula and the Learning Center in Saint Martin de Delmas. Apart from the Rehabilitation Center and the Central School of Arts and Crafts which offered accommodation, I don’t know if the others did half board or school only. These prestigious centers were headed by Belgian priests and brothers. In these centers, especially in my school, we kept a low profile, because we received a service that went beyond our expectations, we were very jealous believing that there was no better establishment than ours, why? Although there were 500 of us, we ate enough 3 times a day, plus two snacks, one in the morning during recess at 10:00 AM and one in the afternoon at 4:00 Pm. There was an Olympic-size swimming pool and two full-size football pitches. 3 playgrounds, one between each 4-storey dormitory, the lower floors of which served as classrooms among other buildings that served as dining rooms and the workshops of: Shoe repair, Mechanical fitting, Cutting and sewing, music lessons which were given 3 times a week by real music teachers, the Bakery which supplied the breads every morning and desserts such as potato bread and pudding were the delight of the boys .
The characteristic of the children was that we were either the third or fourth children, the surplus in the family, the neglected, so we had a great time there.
The teachers were handpicked,
Classes ended in preparatory 2
or 7th. The seventh then especially in this school, was equivalent to the current patent, since we were at home and we liked the school, it even seems that the eighth and seventh teachers were paid accordingly to go beyond the program required by the state.
We showed films for us every Saturday evening, we were brought to those who wanted to the sea on public holidays and every Sunday after the mass which was held at La Chapelle of the school with a capacity of 250 people, is – this is why the mass was done in two stages, the older ones first, in order to be able to receive the first communion where one should be on an empty stomach, while the children ate breakfast.
We were so good that we didn’t want to go on vacation, obviously it was better than home.
The priests begged us to go on vacation for at least a month so that they could visit their parents.
Our descent into hell began when the Uncle Macoutes (then-dictator’s henchmen) had rumored that this school was providing unparalleled service to the community. Since, to enter, one had to be from good family, or pass exams, or recommended by respectable and respected people in society.
These criteria did not please the macoutes who wanted to go beyond, as they did in all administrative spheres of the country, habits which have continued to degenerate into what we see today; an ungovernable country with incompetent people at its head.
Witness, Jacques Sauveurs Jean, whom I ask you to listen to.
I will not say Senator, to respect his wishes and not offend him.
Well, one fine morning, these priests had been driven out Manu militari
on the pretext that they were communists.
This is our Haiti.
Since then, the school has started to lose its reputation, the Haitian state, poor manager, not knowing how to run a boarding school with all these well-established infrastructures, has made a paradise, HELL.
Still at the crossroads, very close to the sea, there was the Duval Duvalier reception center, named after the dictator’s father, run by locals whose administration left a lot to be desired, this establishment welcomed street children, a kind juvenile prison, the Alcatraz of Haiti pour enfant.
Believing to be able to continue to do like the Belgians who had left a formidable administrative structure, well-disciplined children.
Wanting to do well, they transferred nearly sixty children from this Duval Duvalier Center whom they believed could be recovered in our beautiful establishment.
They had them accompany them with guards formidable enough to counter the savage tendency of these children who often ran away from the other center.
We had no problem with them being with us until it was discovered that their education left much to be desired. Their language and behavior were different from ours.
Being children and also without prejudices, we saw no harm in integrating them into our circles, we were even very amused to see the difference in behavior. it didn’t take long for them to adjust and conform to the same discipline.
It seems that children are better teachers for children.
At the end of six months, the food reserves and especially the incompatibility of character and management that the new director and his new administrative staff displayed towards professors whose treatment was different from what they received before.
Seeing the change that took place on the children they considered more malleable, they decided to close the other center near the sea and also sent the bigger and more brigands they had to keep for fear that they do not come to corrupt us at the Rehabilitation Center which in the meantime, and to our great despair, we saw the name change to be called: Duval Duvalier Reception Center.
Parents began to parade through the center, they came to pick up their children, because there were rumors that the center was no longer the same, that it was vagrants who were welcomed into this school.
The descent into hell had started since then. Indeed, the politicians who had taken control of the center did not have the capacity to provide adequate supervision.
For example, the school swimming pool was reserved exclusively for the family of the principal who had taken up accommodation with his wife and children.
Arrogance and disrespect had become the norm.
Fortunately, my generation was about to start, in the last line, we were given special treatment vis-à-vis other children, to leave an example.
There was a rumor that we were very loud and exceeded our class level.
To settle down, the director, who was intellectually up to the task, had himself come to pass us exams or he had come out in awe. This had been shown in the primary school leaving exams where 41 out of 42 had passed in the first round of June and the only one who had not passed, ironically, he was the youngest of us and kept the head of the class. Due to poor handwriting (fly paste) he had in the meantime improved and was successful in September.
I met some of these former classmates later. I can take pride in saying that everyone I have met with whom I have made any friendship at all have done well in life.
The new administration had encountered serious problems:
Feeding the children had become a big dilemma for them.
Feeding the children had become a big dilemma for them.
Unfortunately, she did not have the same options as the priests who provided almost everything from the toothbrush, toothpaste, bath soap, uniforms and the five meals that made this center an enviable establishment.
I could have written a whole book to explain the five years I spent in this boarding house which left me with unforgettable memories, including the last year I saw how hell is close to heaven.
This video reminded me of a last image I had of the center in the year 2000, the state of disrepair in which I had seen the center, to show how the officials at the head of the state of my country had no vision of the well-being of this people.
I want to cry 😢