The Dominican-Haitian Border Has Always Been a Revolutionary Space

Edward Paulino in Remezcla: “¿Tú estás loco!?” shouted my relatives when I first began my doctoral dissertation research in the late 1990s. Uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends in the Dominican Republic were reacting to and discouraging me (sometimes half-jokingly, sometimes not) from visiting la frontera, the Dominican-Haitian border. They told me that the border was too dangerous. “Don’t you know they eat people there?” was the common refrain during casual conversations in my parents’ hometown of San Francisco de Macorís, in a region of the country called the Cibao, where a preference for whiteness has always been, let us say, very palpable. I was surprised to see and hear my own family and friends react so viscerally to my border trip. Their ominous comments made the border seem more like a death trap. Like I was stepping into a scene from the TV show The Walking Dead. It was, to say the least, surreal.”

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