Author: Melissa Schilling

الشمس لم تقل للأرض ابدا "أنت مدينةً لى". انظر ماذا حدث لمثل هذا الحب. لقد أضاء السماء كلها

Claire Heureuse and the start of Freedom Soup

...seek beauty to find beauty.

The girls began pummeling garlic and parsley in three separate batches, in wooden mortar and pestles on New Year’s Eve.
Twenty girls strong were all participating in a task associated with the famous Haitian Winter Squash Soup known as Soup Joumou or Freedom Soup.
To make enough soup for 40 people the girls would cut, chop, pound, puree and stir into the wee hours of the night. Then a shift of girls would go to sleep and a new round of girls from the OJFA girls empowerment center would arise and take up the baton, in this case a long wooden spoon.

Sometime around noon on New Year’s Day everyone sat down to a giant bowl of soup.
As we ate, I wondered where this delicious soup came from and why everyone was eating it. Up and down alleys, streets and boulevards you could see Haitians hunched over eating soup. Delicious soup.

...seek beauty to find beauty.

“The soup was considered superior,” Marie Romelus says. “The slave – they were considered as lower class. So when we get our independence, we were free to have a soup.” – NPR Article, Belly Full of Soup

After more digging, someone at Atis Rezistans mentioned Claire Heureuse.
After careful digging, I read her inspirational story.

...seek beauty to find beauty.

New Year’s Day marks each anniversary of Haiti’s independence from the French and the birth of the world’s first black independent nation. To celebrate independence, Marie-Claire Heureuse Felicite, the wife of revolutionary leader Jean-Jacque Dessalines, proclaimed that on this day no Haitian should go without a bowl of pumpkin soup (Soup Joumou). A colorful and delicious item on every Haitian New Year menu.


Marie-Claire Heureuse Félicité (1758 – 8 August 1858) was the Empress of Haiti as the spouse of Jean-Jacques Dessalines. During the siege of Jacmel in 1800, she made herself a name for her work for the wounded and starving. She managed to convince Dessalines, who was one of the parties besieging the city, to allow some roads to the city to be opened, so that the wounded in the city could receive help. She led a procession of women and children with food, clothes and medicine back to the city, and then arranged for the food to be cooked on the streets.

On 21 October 1801, she married Jean-Jacques Dessalines. She was described as kind, merciful and natural, with an elegant and cordial manner. She legitimized the children produced by Dessalines’ adulterous affairs. She was a contrast to her husband in her tolerance and support and by showing indiscriminate kindness to people of all colors. She was a great opponent of Dessalines’ policy toward the white French people of Haiti; she saw to the needs of the prisoners, and she did not hesitate, despite her husband’s anger, to save many of them from the 1804 Haiti Massacre arranged by her husband. She is reported to have fallen to her knees before him to beg him to spare their lives and is said to have hidden one of them, Descourtilz, under her own bed to save him. She was made Empress of Haiti in 1804 upon the creation of the monarchy of Haiti, and crowned with her husband at the Church of Champ-de-Mars on 8 October 1804. She kept the status for two years.

After the deposition and death of her Dessalines in 1806, she denied the offer from Henry Christophe to move in with his family. As a widow, she was styled Princess Dowager on 17 October 1806. As the property of her late husband was confiscated, she lived in poverty in Saint-Marc until August 1843, when she was granted a pension 1,200 gourdes.

...seek beauty to find beauty.

So it was Claire Heureuse who took to leading women into the streets to cook food out in the open, to be shared with all.

Soup Joumou is a mildly spicy soup native to Haitian cuisine, although variations of it can be found throughout Latin America and the Caribbean.
This savory pumpkin soup is served in Haiti on January 1, the anniversary of Haiti’s liberation from France. It is said that the soup was once a delicacy reserved for white masters but forbidden to the slaves who cooked it. After Independence, Haitians took to eating it to celebrate the world’s first and only successful slave revolution resulting in an independent nation.

The soup is based on winter squash. The squash slices are simmered in a saucepan along with pieces of beef, potato, plaintains and vegetables such as parsley, carrots,green cabbage,celery and onions. The squash is puréed, usually in a food processor, with water and the purée is returned to the saucepan, where salt and seasoning along with garlic and other herbs and spices are added. Thin pasta such as vermicelli and macaroni and a small amount of butter or oil is sometimes also put in. The soup is always served hot and is usually accompanied with a sliced bread with which to dip in the soup.

Soup Joumou Recipe
Beef marinate made by crushing 4 garlic cloves, 1 teaspoon thyme 1/4 teaspoon pepper, shallot and 2 sliced scallions and 2 teaspoons of salt
1-pound piece of beef stew meat
10 cups water (add more later if necessary to make soup less thick)
1 whole scotch bonnet pepper with stem
2 pounds pumpkin (or winter squash / butternut), peeled and chopped
2 carrots peeled and sliced
2 stalks celery sliced lengthwise and cut into pieces
5 parsley sprigs
1 large onion cubed
2 medium turnips peeled and cubed
2 medium potatoes peeled and cubed
1 pound cabbage sliced fine and chopped
1/4 pound vermicelli or other thin pasta, broken into shorter lengths
2 limes juiced
1/4 can tomato paste (for browning meat)
1/2 cup or 1 can tomato sauce
1 low sodium beef bouillon cube (if you’d like more flavor)

Directions
1.In a medium pot, cook pumpkin over medium heat in 6 cups water for 30 minutes. Purée pumpkin in the water.
While the pumpkin is cooking, clean meat with lime, rinse with hot water and drain. Marinate meat with meat rub. Rub the meat with the spice paste-scallions, onion, thyme, garlic, shallot, , green pepper, salt and black pepper ground together. (For an enhanced flavor, you can marinate the meat from 1 hour up to one day in advance.)
2. In stockpot, add the meat with the oil and tomato paste and brown by adding small amounts of water to caremelize the meat. Cook covered over medium heat for 20 minutes. Add 3 cups water and puréed pumpkin and bring to a boil.
3. Add the cabbage, carrots, celery, onion, turnips, tomato sauce, potato and parsley  to the soup, bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for 1 hour with a whole scotch bonnet on top. (The whole scotch bonnet is for flavoring not to make the soup “hot”. Remember to find and remove the pepper as you stir the soup and remove it before it bursts)
6. Add the spaghetti broken in to short pieces and cook until soft and tender.
7. Taste and add a minimal ammount of salt, black pepper or hot pepper to taste.
8. Turn off the heat, cover the pot, and let sit until ready to serve.

Makes 10  one-cup servings.

Number of Servings: 10

short story: oranges and granola

Oranges and Granola

The tall catholic church stood gleaming against the grime of the street.
Women crouched on their heels hawking fruit across from the church. The most beautiful fruit. More beautiful than could be found inside the adjacent supermarket. More beautiful fruit than in any supermarket in all of Haiti.

produce sales

The only good thing about the supermarkets with the wilting produce was the air conditioning. It was almost worth it to purchase a single soft apple or brown tinged banana just to cool your forehead against the glass of the soda case. Relax from the heat for a few seconds.

Trying to negotiate fruit for Haitian Gourds, stuttering creole numbers around the air in front of your face, was like trying to roller skate with three wheels on a gravel street. Awkward. Difficult. And you only hurt yourself in the end.

kenep fruit

The fruit women needed the extra 50 cents more than I could ever imagine needing it. They wore monochromatic pencil skirts and bright colored tops. Some with bras. Some without. Some nursing babies. Some bent over with age, missing teeth.

Garlic and Herbs

Leaning over the fruit hawkers you could glimpse into their world, briefly. Babies crying. Smoke from open fires cooking rice, wafting past you on a journey to the heavens. Someone bathing upright in a tiny bucket glimpsing their underwear through old fashioned soap suds. Plastic bags on the ground amidst the broken concrete rubble of the public street. Odd triangles of light shafting through bright red Digicel umbrellas.

Arcing your body from an acute angle backwards to an obtuse angle reverted you back into the vision of the church and the supermarket. Back to air conditioning and everything you ever knew as a human being in the first world.

Eventually a bag of oranges found its way into my hand. Trudging back to Hotel Doux se Jours, back to the patio upstairs, back to the rainbow mural that was unfolding onto waxed, blank canvas amongst a group of American artists.


garlic cilantro

I was alone.
Walking down the street, away from the hotel.

I encountered the same two boys I had seen throughout the week. Without the gift of language, I beckoned them into the hotel with me. They followed at a safe distance, unsure.
The hotel was more of a tree house than a formal building. Following a narrow path and climbing up a ladder, landed you on the outdoor patio adjacent to my tiny room that I shared with two other artists. The boys followed me up the ladder, closer now. They stopped at the edge of the walkway, which more closely resembled a gang plank on a ship.

green door window

I never felt more like a stalker molester in my life.
Again, I beckoned them closer.
No language to be exchanged. Nothing I could say to ease the discomfort in the air.

The boys hesitated. Then followed me. Once inside the dark room with the evening sun setting behind us, I motioned for them to sit on the bed. I began rummaging around suitcases. My hands surfaced with hand sanitizer jugs, a bulk bag of granola and the bag of oranges I had purchased several days before, from the fruit ladies. I handed the loot over to the boys.

“Mesi madame. Mesi anpil, anpil.”

They hot footed out of the room, across the gang plank, down the ladder and back onto the street.

A day or two later, though in Haiti it felt like weeks later. A women, I never seen her before, overtook me on the street. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf and her dress was shapeless, non-descript. Hard living was etched on her face as if you were viewing a human through a lace veil. When she took my hands in her hands, I could feel the soft person she was underneath her hard living skin.

She began to thank me profusely with many Creole words I just didn’t understand. Words marching around. Her eyes searched mine. More words. The meaning wasn’t lost, I understood. She was the mother of the two boys I had given fruit, granola and hand sanitizer to a few days before.

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Can you imagine being that grateful for so little?
That moment put my entire life into perspective. And continues to shape the person I would like to become.

The Magic Moringa Tree vetted by National Geographic

We’ve been working with the Magic Moringa Tree for nearly a year.

We have passed out 20 literary packets of information, in Kreyol, about the Moringa Tree to teachers, educators and community caretakers all over Port au Prince. That is nearly 2,000 pages of solid anti-malnutrition information.
All that reading material led to roughly 200 Moringa Trees being planted in Cite Soleil by teacher Luc Winter of RAJEPRE.

Now with the help of a few pods of our favorite children in Haiti we have created a Magic Moringa book. Read all about it here

“The day the hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity cannot imagine the joy that will burst onto the world.” –Federico Garcia Lorca, Spanish poet

Sun, soil, earth, trees, vegetables, shade, water and nourishment all contribute to a healthier long term life. This cookbook and vegetable garden guide will give upcycled art planter activities, recipes and information to help the growing number of Haitians who lack sufficient vitamins, calories, minerals and balance in their diets. Featuring paintings, drawings, photographs and recipes created by children in Carrefour Feuille and Cite Soleil during the summer of 2012.
PLUS! An entire chapter focused on growing the magic Moringa Tree and every book delivered in Haiti will contain two Moringa Seeds so kids can replant their neighborhoods.

A perfect gift for the Holiday Season you can place an order until December 3rd.

PhotoPhilanthropy Visual Essay Submission, 2012

Bleak Landscapes and Grim Living Conditions meet your arch nemesi:
Vibrant Color, Laughter and Creativity.
This photo essay follows a group of American artists through the slums of Port au Prince and into schools, hospitals and orphanages. In their war against despair the best weapon of choice is intentional whimsy and purposeful joy.

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Project HOPE Art is comprised of a colorful cast of characters that appeal to my inner child. They work fervently to heal and inspire the children around them. I choose to photograph this organization’s journey into the Third World because I love their efforts, compassion and artful endeavors. They sing. They dance. They laugh. They create beauty from trash. They insert hope into eyes. Inspiring people to not give up or give in. But to laugh and appreciate what is and to make it through another day.

All of my photographs are used to populate the Project HOPE Art web media to tell stories of art upcycling, vermicomposting and dance workshops. This year I am working on my first illustrated Moringa Tree gardening and cookbook. This book will contain upcycled art and agroecology lesson plans, Creole recipes and actual Moringa seeds so each child who receives the book will have a grasp on nutrition, soil cycles and healthy eating. Science and Art really go hand in hand.

Several things are required to stay alive: water, food and shelter. Project HOPE Art provides the things necessary to be ALIVE: laughter, joy, ideas, color and vibrancy.

During my first trip to Haiti, in January 2010, I captured more than 5,000 images for Project HOPE Art. Together we turned those images into a book about PHA’s programming.

Now we have decided to collaborate together on a gardening cookbook, entitled “There Grows The Neighborhood.” The book’s first edition will travel down to Haiti in January 2013 filled with children’s recipes, food paintings and gardening photographs.

I will work on a second edition of the book, with a professional illustrator, to be released in January 2014. This edition of the book will encompass The Growing Gardens Guide, Vegetable Planting Guide and Container Garden Activity List — but also include a handwritten story accompanied by characters like Mardochee Le Magique Moringa and her best friend Herbie the Worm.

Through Project HOPE Art’s Visiting Artist Program and local collaboration with Haiti NPO – Haiti Communitere, I will also be traveling to Port au Prince to photograph a collection of artistic projects each quarter of 2013. My plan is to photograph alongside Project HOPE Art for as long as they will tolerate my intrusive camera lens.