Posted inThe Conversation by Garry Pierre-Pierre

What I saw in the border patrol images: African American/Haitian shared history

Growing up in Elizabeth, NJ,  I and the handful of Haitian kids who lived there would sometimes get into schoolyard spats with our African American classmates. In the heat of the moment, the African Americans kids would call us “Frenchy” because of our surnames and accents. We would shoot back, “I’m not French, I’m Haitian.” 

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