About Dady Chery
Dady Chery is the Editor of Haiti Chery and the author of We Have Dared to Be Free: Haiti’s Struggle Against Occupation. In addition to being an associate professor in the biological sciences, Chery is Haitian-born journalist, playwright, essayist, and poet who writes in English, French, and her native Kreyol. She writes extensively about Haiti and world issues such as climate change. Her many contributions to Haitian news include the first proposal that Haiti’s cholera had been imported into the country by the United Nations, and the first description of Haiti’s mineral wealth.
Dr. Chery’s articles appear regularly in Haiti Chery and News Junkie Post. In addition, her work has appeared in Alternet, Black Agenda Report, Buzzflash, Canada Haiti Action Network, Climate & Capitalism, CounterPunch, DESACATO, Global Research, Haiti Liberte, OpEd News, Popular Resistance, RT Op-Edge, San Francisco Bay View, Synthesis/Regeneration Magazine, Tortilla con Sal, Venezuela Analysis, Z Communications, the Greanville Post, and other publications. She has been interviewed by Sputnik International, Huffington Post, WBAI, PRN, 21st Century Wire, and the Solari Report, among others. Her articles have been translated into French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, and Japanese.
This site is about nature, culture, and place. It describes the unending struggles of beings in the natural world for self realization. It is also a love letter to Haiti, where colonialism is at its most naked and our slave revolution lives.
You Will Find Here
News that are relevant to the struggles against the imperial machine; descriptions of actions, wins and setbacks; details of Haiti’s rich history and culture, and celebrations of life with food and art.
The Peace of Wild Things
A Poem by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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