Untimely Observations

Where Black Rules White

If you’ve ever taken a class in the social sciences that isn’t economics, you may have noticed that your teachers are so afraid of human biodiversity that they seek to discredit it from the start while patting themselves on the back over how far their field of studies has come.  Oh, around a century ago people explained things by inherent racial differences.  Today, of course, we all know better because you know, Martin Luther King. They rarely explain to you when or how the old theories were proven false and they don’t need to. They’ll sometimes pull out the old canard about human races being 99.9 percent similar if they really want to beat racial egalitarianism into your head or the professor is particularly ideological, though for kids raised on the public school system and television even that isn't necessary.

Due to this scholarly environment some of the most interesting and honest case studies about the Third World are those from a century ago or older.  Recently a YouTube user put together an impressive video based on an old broadcast of William L. Pierce called “The Lesson of Haiti.” It brought to my attention a volume from 1900 entitled Where Black Rules White: A Journey Across and About Hayti.  The author, Hesketh Hesketh-Prichard, was thought to be the first white man to cross the interior of the black republic since 1803, the year before Haitian independence was declared.  Where Black Rules White was republished earlier this year.

Prichard arrived first at Jacmel, the main Southern port.  The British Consular Agent gave him a place to stay for the night, which was a lucky thing considering the city had no restaurants or hotels (there were three of the latter in the entire country of 1.75 million).  A few white traders and government representatives inhabited the costal towns, but the population became exclusively dark as one traveled inward.  Haiti has very few mulattos and the ones that did exist were widely disliked at the time.

Without having any place to stay, Prichard generally had to live off of the kindness of the natives.  This was one thing that didn’t disappoint him:

Of the peasant’s attitude towards the stranger in the more remote districts, I have nothing to say but good.  His virtue of hospitality is beautiful.  His politeness is beyond reproach.  He is Nature’s gentleman in many ways, and though he is poor in worldly goods, he is rich in some of the higher qualities.

Riding through the rural districts you find it hard to obtain anything to eat, but easy enough to get a place in which to sleep.  The people cannot give you what they have not, but they do give what they have, and that with both hands.

Haiti had been a rich and productive nation when run by the French.  In fact, the main buildings that remained were built by the Europeans.  And on paper all indications of civilization remained, though in reality nothing worked as it was supposed to. The President was in theory limited in power, but in practice Haiti was ruled by a succession of strongmen who were overthrown and shot every couple of years. (When Prichard visited, there hadn’t been a revolution in eleven years, which was a long time[1]). There were courts of law, but the winners are those with the most money or guns.  There are civilized prison regulations, but men are picked up at random off the street, beaten over the head and thrown into a prison with no food or medical care so some police officer can earn a commission.

Even religion isn’t what it seems.  The country is nominally Roman Catholic, but voodoo is the real faith.  A white Catholic priest was once present at an offering to the gods of a “goat without horns,” i.e. human child.  The author describes one ritual he attended were seven cocks were slaughtered and a priestess drank the blood before using it to make the sign of the cross on the foreheads of her followers.  The Christian God is simply one deity among several to satisfy. After observing the bloodletting in the sea of chanting and dancing blacks a nauseous Prichard had to step outside and marvel that this was to go on for a few more days!

Poisoning is common on the island and one attempt was even made on the life of our brave journeyer. Prichard had left a bottle of rum and water at a hut and went back to get it. When he thought it a good time to offer the natives a drink they all refused. This aroused his suspicion, and he later found that the bottle had been poisoned.  Prichard believes it may have been because he petted a fat child, which is considered unlucky.

One of the most entertaining parts of the book is the chapter on the Haitian military and its generals. Every man aspires to this position so he can own a little piece of the island.  In Jacmel there were 500 soldiers, of whom 200 were generals.  Each revolution brings forth a new group and there was even a rumor that a president made a man a general after beating him at checkers.

There is was proverb on the island: “In Haiti there are only three classes who work: the white man, the black woman and the ass.”  This appears to be universal pattern among blacks.  As Steve Sailer wrote before quoting a figure showing 80 percent of the work on the dark continent (excluding the Semitic North I presume) was done by women, “African feminists complain not that men won't let women work, but that men won't work.”  In the U.S. the fact that successful African-American women have a hard time finding males of their own race at their own level has become a cliché.

One is equally struck by the laziness of the Haitians. The fields are the most fertile of the Caribbean, but the natives are content to pick off mangoes and bananas growing on their own. There was something of a de-agriculturization as the blacks fed on wild crops descended from those which had been domesticated.  Prichard found the hellacious jails laughably easy to escape from, but even under those conditions blacks lacked enterprise.

The last chapter of the book is called “Can the Negro Rule Himself?”

The present condition of Hayti gives the best possible answer to the question, and, considering the experiment has lasted for a century, perhaps also a conclusive one. For a century the answer has been working itself out there in flesh and blood. The negro has had his chance, a fair field and no favour. He has had the most fertile and beautiful of the Carribbees for his own; he has had the advantage of excellent French laws; he inherited a made country, with Cap Haytien for its Paris, “Little Paris,” as it was called.  Here was a wide land sown with prosperity, a land of wood, water, towns, and plantations, and in the midst of it the Black Man was turned loose to work out his own salvation.

We must remember that at the time Haiti was a country which distrusted all outsiders and even forbade foreigners to own land.  To bring up Barbados or Botswana would be to miss the point.  The question is whether a country that is of purely sub-Saharan African descent can provide all the merchants, farmers, teachers and government officials it needs for it to be a decent enough place to live, and another century after Prichard, the answer to the question is still negative.  The Dominican Republic, the mulatto country to the East of Haiti, doesn’t approach the living standards of the West, but is considered an indubitable success when compared to the nation it borders.

There is one more issue that we must consider that observers of the first black republic rarely bring up.  Though its failures get a lot of attention because of its historical connections to France and location in the new world, Haiti is by no means a failure by black standards. The IMF lists its GDP per capita as $1,339 a year, which puts it ahead of 20 sub-Saharan African countries.  Haiti has a literacy rate of 54.8%, which bests 15 other black states. A Haitian can expect to live 60.9 years, longer than the inhabitants of 38 other countries that have the same racial majority.

The biggest enemies of the Black Man are not Klansmen or multinational corporations, but the liberals who have prevented an honest appraisal of his abilities and filled his head with myths about equality and national autarky (which is also an economic fallacy to boot).  Lying about human biodiversity ruined a century of what could’ve been fascinating and practical scholarship on the success and failures of nations, while it hurts those it seeks to protect more than anyone else.  For those looking for interesting and honest observations on what black-run countries and its people are like, and what we can expect from South Africa’s future as the country continues to take on the characteristics of the majority of its population, one would do best by ignoring anything published recently and starting with Where Black Rules White.



1 -- Since 1859 there have been 54 different presidential regimes, which averages to a ruler being overthrown or dying about every three years.