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Post by Doc on Jan 9, 2018 19:28:24 GMT -5
The cookies — made of dirt, butter and salt — hold little nutritional value, but manage to keep Haitis poor alive. Merchants truck the dirt from the central town of Hinche to the La Saline market, a maze of tables of vegetables and meat swarming with flies. Women buy the dirt, then process it into mud cookies. Carrying buckets of dirt and water, they strain out rocks and clumps on a sheet, and stir in shortening and salt. Then they pat the mixture into mud cookies and leave them to dry under the scorching sun. The finished cookies are carried in buckets to markets or sold on the streets. A reporter sampling a cookie found that it had a smooth consistency and sucked all the moisture out of the mouth as soon as it touched the tongue. For hours, an unpleasant taste of dirt lingered. news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/01/080130-AP-haiti-eatin_2.htmlKinda helps to put some things into perspective, as it's hard to complain about being broke (or much else) after seeing this.
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Post by divebitch on Jan 11, 2018 13:42:14 GMT -5
Totally mind-boggling. They are on the very same island as The Dominican Republic. Also corrupt and not quite as third world, cuz the gov't has the brains to at least promote tourism thru all the all-inclusive resorts (Jamaica does this too). Vacationers are shielded from the crime and other ugliness outside of the resort. They feel safer, and can enjoy the only things they care about on vacation - creature comforts, booze, beaches and tons of food. It is the same island, so Haiti could've at least done the same. Instead they rape their people, including almost all women at will literally, at any age. I've flown into Haiti (en route to Curacao), and it's astonishing to see the distinct line of demarcation between the 2 countries. Didn't see the entirety of Haiti, but every last neighborhood I saw looked impoverished. Thatched roofs, unfinished concrete block construction everywhere, clothes lines, few paved roads.
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