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Intro to THE RED SEA ("Lanmè rouj")
VOICES
...Uh-hmmmm, Uh-hmmmm, Uh-hmmmm, (echoing)
VOICEOVER WOMAN: The clock ticks louder for me now. it's more personal than before i went to Haiti. Now every month the urgency gets more urgent. i've claimed the voices in the periphery. They're in me, part of me - i'm a face of Haiti. Now, whenever a Haitian child dies of starvation, injustice
or our neglect, like an open wound, the blood pours down my thighs. i'm the red sea.........
Lanmè rouj. The red sea. The
read sea... * The Red Sea, copyright ( c ) 1997 Marguerite Laurent, Esq.
Excerpt from The Red, Black & Moonlight monologues based on Kenbe
La!: Crossings of a Vodun-Roots Woman. All rights reserved. You may
not copy, re-post or publish, in any manner, without the copyright owner's
written permission.
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