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Salt Is A Powerful Symbol In Haiti, As Elsewhere. Salt Of The Earth, For Example Is An American Phrase. In Haiti, Myth And Legend Has It That If You Are Turned Into A Zombie, If Someone Gives You A Taste Of Salt, Then You Can Come Back To Life. And In The Life Of The Fishermen, There Are So Many Little Things About Salt That I Wanted To Incorporate. The Salt In The Air. The Crackling Of Salt In The Fire. There's All This Damage, This Peeling Of The Fishing Boats From The Sea Salt. But There Is Also Healing From It, Sea Baths That Are Supposed To Heal All Kinds Of Aches And Wounds.

One Of The Things That Sparked My Interest In This Is The Case Of Emmanuel Constant, Who Started A Militia Called Fraph That Was Backed By The Cia. Fraph Killed Thousands Of Haitians In The Early 1990s. Now While Constant Is Living Comfortably In Queens, Other Haitians Are Being Deported. I Wanted To See How Those Who Have Been Bruised By People Like That Deal With Coming Face To Face With Their Torturers.

I Come From A Place Where Breath, Eyes, And Memory Are One, A Place From Which You Carry Your Past Like A Hair On Your Head. Where Women Return To Their Children As Butterflies Or As Tears In The Eyes Of The Statues That Their Daughters Pray To

You Learned In School That You Have Pencils And Paper Only Because The Trees Gave Themselves In Unconditional Sacrifice.

We Live Now In A Global Culture Where Anything That Happens In A Place That's 90 Minutes From Your Shores Really Affects You.