Sweet Mickey is presently president of Haiti. Primped and polished with a pink dress shirt and peace sign. He is professional and poised. There is another side. There are only a few salacious videos of him left, his internet presence scrubbed clean. The other side is carnival crazy. Wearing a diaper and mooning his musical audience with an eyeful of hairy man parts. He is a grinding and gyrating, gypsy. He says his presidency won’t be like the performer Sweet Mickey.
He ran on education reform. He wants free education for all children on the island. Almost all the schools in the country are private.
Some of the people rioted during election frenzy. They took to the streets chanting Tet Kale! Tet Kale! Tete Kale wins after contested results and a runoff with a woman who shares my first name Mirlande Manigat.
Haiti needs infrastructure, jobs for the people, rebuilding of homes, trees, hospitals and schools. There is so much that needs to be done. There are still dead buried beneath the concrete. Earthquake debris is everywhere. There is rampant homelessness and disease.
A year from now, if the hungry, homeless people are still living in the same conditions as today will their anger rise to the surface by way of a coup? Will another president be deposed?