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- Oct. 10, 1994: Haiti:In the Midst of Trouble
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Oct. 10, 1994 Black Renaissance
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- HAITI, Page 48
- In the Midst of Trouble
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- <p>By Edward Barnes/Limbe
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- <p> In Limbe, a Haitian town of perhaps 20,000 on the road from
- Cap Haitien to Port-au-Prince, the chaotic interlude between
- the disintegration of the old order and the establishment of
- the new began last week with the spectacular helicopter landing
- of U.S. Marines. We heard stories of how townspeople began tentatively
- probing the extent of their new freedom. They dared to say the
- name Jean-Bertrand Aristide in public--and were not beaten.
- Then, from hiding places under beds and inside suitcases, pictures
- of the exiled President emerged. Step by cautious step, people
- grew bolder. Friends formed groups that swiftly grew into crowds,
- and the crowds began to move with their own will.
- </p>
- <p> Their target was the town's police headquarters. Again and again,
- the crowds surged forward before being driven back by shots
- fired in the air by the remaining police--most had already
- stolen away. (The Marines had confiscated mortars, heavy weapons
- and deadly fragmentation grenades but had left six rifles for
- the police.) Policemen are seldom assigned to their own towns--it is harder to abuse the people one knows well--but nine
- of them had nowhere to run and were huddled inside when reporters
- entered to ask about the gunfire. "They have burned our uniforms,"
- a man who said he was the local commander explained when asked
- why none of them wore uniforms. "Look--they throw stones at
- us," he said, motioning for another man to come out from the
- back. Two white gauze pads, daubed with wet blood, dangled fron
- his skull and neck. "See," he said. "They want to kill us."
- Just then, the crowd surged toward the precinct house. One of
- the police ran out to the gateway wildly swinging a machete.
- This infuriated the mob, who responded with barrage after barrage
- of stones. Inside the post the pounding of rocks on the corrugated
- zinc roof and hollow cinder-block walls was deafening. The police
- nervously grabbed their rifles and went to the windows.
- </p>
- <p> "Shoot in the air," one yelled, and the stone walls reverberated
- with the report of gunfire. Another policeman ripped a grenade
- from his shirt and threw it toward the crowd. It rolled to the
- gate and stopped, a dud. At the sound of the shots, two Special
- Forces A-Teams that were arriving to occupy the town took up
- battle positions and prepared to attack. Looking up from the
- floor where we were crouched, I could see the first soldiers
- readying their guns. Given the firepower of the two A-Teams,
- in a minute there would not be much left of us or the building.
- </p>
- <p> Without thinking, I raised my hands high over my head and, followed
- by Miami Herald reporter Susan Benesch, bolted for the American
- line, jumping over the unexploded grenade. "Don't shoot," we
- shouted. "They're scared and will surrender." Later the soldiers
- would tell us they were within a quarter-second of firing. "You
- are lucky we weren't Marines," one confided. "You would have
- been dead for sure."
- </p>
- <p> In the few seconds it took to get outside, most of the police
- had run out the back, terrified of facing a fire fight like
- the one that had left 10 Haitian policemen dead in Cap Haitien
- three days before. I followed them and found eight hiding in
- other buildings of the compound. I told them to put their hands
- in the air. We were walking back to the main building when the
- Special Forces pushed in. It was over, and no one had died.
- </p>
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