Blindness was spreading, not like a sudden tide flooding everything and carrying all before it, but like an insidious infiltration of a thousand and one turbulent rivulets which, having slowly drenched the earth, suddenly submerge it completely.
Jose Saramongo, Blindness.Epigraph from Five Days at Memorial: Life and Death at a Storm-Ravaged Hospital by Sheri Fink
Men are not indispensable. But Trujillo is irreplaceable. For Trujillo is not a man. He is… a cosmic force…. Those who try to compare him to ordinary contemporaries are mistaken. He belongs to…the category of those born to a special destiny.
— La Nación. Epigraph from The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
Christ have mercy on all sleeping things!
From that dog rotting down Wrightson Road
to when I was a dog on these streets;
if loving these islands must be my load.
out of corruption my soul takes wings,
But they had started to poison my soul
with their big house, big car, big time bohbohl,
coolie, nigger, Syrian and French Creole,
so I leave it for them and their carnival –
I taking a sea bath, I gone down the road.
I know these islands from Monos to Nassau,
a rusty head sailor with sea-green eyes
that they nickname Shabine, the patois for
any red nigger, and I, Shabine, saw
when these slums of empire was paradise.
I’m just a red nigger who love the sea,
I had a sound colonial education,
I have Dutch, nigger, and English in me,
and either I’m nobody, or I’m a nation.
"The Schooner Flight" by Derek Walcott. Epigraph from The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz