The Manhattan Times is a bilingual newspaper that serves the Washington Heights and Inwood communities.

I’ve gotten a great response from it so far. A special thank you again to everyone who helped look over this piece and the paper for publishing it.

Below is the piece I sent in before it was edited.

“Wary of History, but proud of D.R. response to Haitian earthquake,”

By: Claudio E. Cabrera

It was over a month ago when one of the worst earthquakes in history struck the poorest country in the western hemisphere, Haiti. An estimated 250,000 people died in this tragedy and over 300,000 were injured.

This was a saddening turn of events in a country that hasn’t been able to catch a break since they became the first Black republic. They’ve gone through centuries of discrimination, occupation, a dictatorship, and natural disasters.

Despite the sad state of affairs in Haiti, the global response in the wake of this tragedy has been nothing short of tremendous; from countries providing Haiti with soldiers and doctors; to the world pulling together to contribute record amounts of aid to their recovery efforts. But the response that I was curious to see was the one closest to home, the Dominican response.

As a Dominican American and resident of the Washington Heights and Inwood sections of Manhattan (largest concentration of Dominicans in United States), I was worried about many friends who may have lost family members in this tragedy. But at the same time, I was worried about how my community would react to the earthquake that devastated a region of Hispaniola that many Dominicans don’t care for.

I was worried because throughout the years, hanging out at local barbershops and bodegas, I’ve heard the disdain for Haitians that mostly had to due with their complexion and increased migration to the Dominican Republic. I’ve also witnessed it when I traveled to visit relatives and saw the poor treatment Haitians received firsthand.

When you look at our collective histories, both sides have committed their share of atrocities onto one another. But within the last century, we’ve taken advantage of, deported, and committed mass murders against Haitians.

The hateful words and actions of previous Dominican Presidents like Rafael Trujillo, who ordered his army to kill Haitians (30,000) in the 1937 Parsley Massacre; and the claims of Joaquin Balaguer in 1994 that “if Pena Gomez (his opponent) won the election, he will merge Haiti and DR and darken the country,” helped widen the divide between both groups; a divide mostly rooted in racial issues.

In the Dominican Republic, many Dominicans view themselves as the whites of Hispaniola because of their lighter skin. Many don’t embrace their African heritage; a heritage that comprises approximately eighty percent of their bloodline.

In that election year of 1994, Balaguer also passed out pamphlets claiming that Gomez was really Haitian to further his claims. Gomez, who was born to Haitian parents, was adopted by a Dominican family when his parents fled after Trujillo ordered the deportation and murders of all Haitians.

Historically, when you look at the relationship between DR and Haiti, it’s no different than the US relationship with Mexico. Poor Haitians look at the Dominican Republic as a means to a better life.

When you look around the Dominican Republic, you see a lot of what the Haitians are responsible for: new hotels, government buildings, and beautiful homes built by their cheap labor.

The same people who clean houses, cook, wash and raise many Dominican children. The same people who cut sugarcane in 100 degree weather and contribute to the country’s economy more than many want to believe.

Dominicans often complain about a loss of jobs as do many Americans. However, the jobs that Haitians take – as do Mexicans – are ones that Americans and Dominicans refuse to do; jobs they feel are beneath them.

Despite all these differences, at least domestically, I’ve seen something I didn’t expect at such a grand level – an outpouring of sadness and eagerness to help from fellow Dominicans – even those I’ve heard speak negatively about their neighbors.

I’ve seen Dominicans in my neighborhood travel to Flatbush (in Brooklyn) and Cambria Heights (in Queens), predominantly Haitian areas, to provide support. In my neighborhood, various fund raisers and clothing drives have been held as well.

I must say that I’m not only surprised, but proud.

Despite the outpouring of support, there have been rumors that some Haitians were denied entry across the border to DR, despite repatriation of illegal Haitians being suspended by the Dominican government.

If rumors of Haitians being turned away are true, the actions of the Dominican government don’t match their words. It wouldn’t be shocking as I heard many in the neighborhood say post-earthquake, that now the Dominican Republic would “lose its Hispanic culture” due to the large influx of Haitians.

But for the most part, let’s focus on facts.

The Dominican government has assisted in every way they could. They’ve sent doctors, soldiers, and citizens from Santo Domingo all the way to the Haitian border to contribute in these relief efforts.

Even my friend, who is Haitian and a teacher in a predominantly Dominican school in New York City, told me how he feared the reactions of his Dominican students to the earthquake when he asked them to contribute.

The response was nothing but positive.

It’s sad that it may have taken an earthquake that has already claimed over 200,000 lives to bring us together. That it may have taken this to realize that those people who live on the other part of the island are humans just like us.

Hopefully, this show of solidarity isn’t just temporary and we can assist in not only helping to rebuild a fractured Haiti, but our fractured marriage as well.

My friend stopped short of saying ‘maybe that’s why you haven’t gotten those jobs.’ I knew that’s what he really wanted to say, but I guess he thought he’d offend me.

Personally, I believe there should be nothing that holds me back from getting a job - whether it’s a picture of me having cake spread over my face at my birthday - or talking about racial issues in an honest, personal manner. I’m not a clown, nor Minister Farrakhan. If I’m qualified, I’m qualified; that’s how I view things. But I know that’s not how the world works.

When I got rejected from the last position I applied for (NBA), I wasn’t even hurt. It took so long for them to get back to me that I lost interest within that month. If I didn’t get the job because of my blog, so be it.

When my friend mentioned my blog, I actually took the time out to go through all the posts I’ve ever put up - and honestly - I don’t think anything I post here makes me look like a risk to an employer. Well, maybe a few picture posts here and there (rarely happens) of me at other people’s parties, but in terms of content, I don’t think so. I think this blog makes me look like what I really am: a smart, young adult who goes out, travels, and writes about his life.

I mean, I just can’t picture how I can’t be myself on my own blog.

Through the year and three months this blog has been open, it’s done nothing but good for me. So many people have contacted me, commented on posts, left inspired, and thanked me for sharing my thoughts. I don’t know if I was ever rejected for a job because of it and never will. All I do know is that it’s helped me get through tough times, meet people, and be presented with new opportunities.

As you all know, I’m a big “The Wire” buff as are many of my friends. In one episode, Marlo Stansfield said: “My name is my name.” When I was writing this post, I thought of that scene.

Everyone that knows me knows how/who I am. Anyone that reads my bio and the posts here who never met me can get an idea as well. I just can’t imagine how I ever sullied my name in any way while I’ve been operating this blog. If anything, I feel like I’ve made every Cabrera in my family proud of how I’m representing it…

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Now, I will have a bunch of friends who will urge me to go to Columbia University’s Journalism School. I know it would provide me with more connections and prestige, but I loved my CUNY Undergrad experience and the people over at CUNY J School are just as good (if not better) as the ones at CU.

Plus, paying 11,000 for a Masters in comparison to 40,000 also helps.

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- Recently, I wrote a piece focusing on Haitian/Dominican relations which I’ll post here soon. I pitched it to a few sites/publications and am waiting for answers on whether they’ll accept it or not. Thanks to everyone (Ricardo, James, Eric, Carla, Mark) who helped look over the piece and provided feedback.

- I was recently video-taped for a documentary a Columbia University Journalism Grad (thank you Jennifer) student is working on. It focuses on color issues around the world. She contacted me to speak on color issues in the Dominican community and speak on my own personal experiences.

- My former elementary school, Our Lady Queens Of Martyrs (Arden Street in Dyckman), has asked me to speak at their school. I’m one of many candidates they have in mind for a speech at this year’s graduation. But, even if I’m not selected for graduation, I’m sure I’ll be speaking there before school’s out.

A special thank you to Robert and Noel for recommending me as a speaker.

- I’m expanding in the ticket business. Aside from the Yankees (I passed on the Phillies this year because their packages weren’t any good), I invested in the Texas Rangers and may jump on board with the San Francisco Giants for the 2010 season.

Next week, I will begin researching College Football markets so there may be more additions to the portfolio. I’m also on pace to surpass last year’s numbers by a healthy percentage which is great.

In final, I’m trying ladies and gentlemen, I’m trying…

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26 feels better than 25,24,23,22,21,20,19, and 18.

It just does.

Thank you to everyone who came out on Thursday and Saturday to celebrate with me. I appreciate you all more than you can ever imagine.

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