According to reports, ‘visitors to Memory Village would decide whether they wanted to be spectators or participants during a twelve-hour day. The latter would receive traditional African clothing and then be mock-kidnapped from their homelands, shackled, chained and forced to march to the slave ship (resting on a real stream), where they’d be piled in as cargo for the crossing of the Atlantic. Once the ship reached the New World, the participants would be brought to market and sold, then broken down in the quarantine and put to work out on the plantation. Near the end of the day, a slave rebellion would start, a rebellion that would eventually lead to the establishment of Haiti.’
“Slavery is a terrible wound.” … Carla says she feels indebted to Haiti for beginning the end of the slave trade. And that’s why she and her husband have used their retirement money to build a house in a Haitian village roughly 25 miles from Port-au-Prince, where they plan to build Memory Village.
I’m disgusted with this idea so much that all I want to do is curse these idiots – 20 years in Haiti and all you can come away with is an idea to exploit our history, struggle, pain and joy. I cannot find words to express myself – damn do I need to go through a mock lynching to imagine what it is like to be lynched and have my breasts cut off and burned alive? And what the hell is “traditional African clothing” Kalabari, Zula, Mandinka?