This image of the condemned books remains for me one of the strongest images of the repression, this repression of knowledge and of creative freedom.… - Évelyne Trouillot

This is a year not just to celebrate the past; it is a year to build, to change, to question, to recover our history and demystify it.

As a Black, non-Anglophone Haitian woman writer, I write about my personal world in my own languages (Creole and French) in order to move toward other people. With no concern for what a prospective Anglophone editor might think of my texts. Furthermore, the published book no longer belongs to me, and translated, my hold on it loosens even further. And my writings, stemming from my lived experience and my aesthetic and social vision for a more beautiful and just world, are presented to readers who are not always acquainted with my reality. It’s the same for other writers who, like me, are translated into English or other languages. Our words become conduits, bridges, walkways that transport meaning. It is to be hoped that these writings reach new readers in their full integrity and without distortion in a form conducive to candid and fruitful encounters. Respecting the diverse roots of creativity.

Two crimson nights, followed by so many days of silence. (chapter 1 p34)