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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:13 am
I want to study law in New York, Boston, or Florida. I was born in Haiti and these places have the biggest Haitian populations in North America.
Essay I
Born and raised in Haiti, a country where justice, equality, and economic opportunities are scarce, I have always had a great appreciation for the American ideal of freedom. As a child, I witnessed travesties that encouraged my hope for ‘something better’. I once saw a man burned alive because he asked for basic freedoms that we take for granted everyday; and I often saw people killed for small indiscretions, such as stealing food to feed their families. As a child I was caught stealing food from the market, I was taken to a local police station, where I was burned repeatedly on my back and arms.
Furthermore, in the wake of an impending United States invasion by the Clinton administration to remove a brutal Haitian regime, I saw firsthand what a government without checks and balances was capable of. The soldiers rejected the impending dissolution of their power; and went on a killing rampage. They were notorious for killing people in every town they entered. One night, one of my neighbors screamed “the Haitian soldiers are coming our way.” In response, my mother and I, along with all of our neighbors left our homes in the middle of the night. At just a young age, I was moving from town to town (often passing dead bodies) to avoid death. My mother and I often slept anywhere people would take us in, and I recall one night in particular, when forty of us were huddled in a small room, afraid we were soon going to die. That night, our intermittent sleep was ended by footsteps, trucks and lights. We feared the worst—that the Haitian soldiers had discovered us—yet the noises turned out to be American soldiers on patrol. That was the first time I had seen an American face to face and the first time I had ever tasted a Hershey candy bar.
I will always be extremely grateful for the Americans soldiers who rescued us that night. Having witnessed so many travesties in the past led me to believe that that night was my last on earth. I have been both a witness and a victim to injustice by my own people. However, the compassion and courage I witnessed and felt from the Americans, gave me hope for something better.
That hope was given to me by my father, who had already established a life in the United States. After being immersed in the American way of life, I began to notice just how much Haiti could improve, if it had more effective leaders. In a way, I have always known I would be one of those leaders. In effect, my personal and professional goals are inextricably linked.
Although I often think back to the moments in my life which continue simultaneously to haunt and encourage me; the day those American soldiers rescued my mother and I was a day I will never forget. The day I tasted that chocolate bar was the day I knew I would make a difference.
I am looking for a means to connect my legal education with my strong commitment to humanitarian endeavors. And I believe that XXX Law School—with its strong tradition of preparing students to be effective community leaders, it’s Academic Success Program, and its proximity to one of the biggest Haitian population in the United States—can provide me with a strong foundation.
Essay I
Born and raised in Haiti, a country where justice, equality, and economic opportunities are scarce, I have always had a great appreciation for the American ideal of freedom. As a child, I witnessed travesties that encouraged my hope for ‘something better’. I once saw a man burned alive because he asked for basic freedoms that we take for granted everyday; and I often saw people killed for small indiscretions, such as stealing food to feed their families. As a child I was caught stealing food from the market, I was taken to a local police station, where I was burned repeatedly on my back and arms.
Furthermore, in the wake of an impending United States invasion by the Clinton administration to remove a brutal Haitian regime, I saw firsthand what a government without checks and balances was capable of. The soldiers rejected the impending dissolution of their power; and went on a killing rampage. They were notorious for killing people in every town they entered. One night, one of my neighbors screamed “the Haitian soldiers are coming our way.” In response, my mother and I, along with all of our neighbors left our homes in the middle of the night. At just a young age, I was moving from town to town (often passing dead bodies) to avoid death. My mother and I often slept anywhere people would take us in, and I recall one night in particular, when forty of us were huddled in a small room, afraid we were soon going to die. That night, our intermittent sleep was ended by footsteps, trucks and lights. We feared the worst—that the Haitian soldiers had discovered us—yet the noises turned out to be American soldiers on patrol. That was the first time I had seen an American face to face and the first time I had ever tasted a Hershey candy bar.
I will always be extremely grateful for the Americans soldiers who rescued us that night. Having witnessed so many travesties in the past led me to believe that that night was my last on earth. I have been both a witness and a victim to injustice by my own people. However, the compassion and courage I witnessed and felt from the Americans, gave me hope for something better.
That hope was given to me by my father, who had already established a life in the United States. After being immersed in the American way of life, I began to notice just how much Haiti could improve, if it had more effective leaders. In a way, I have always known I would be one of those leaders. In effect, my personal and professional goals are inextricably linked.
Although I often think back to the moments in my life which continue simultaneously to haunt and encourage me; the day those American soldiers rescued my mother and I was a day I will never forget. The day I tasted that chocolate bar was the day I knew I would make a difference.
I am looking for a means to connect my legal education with my strong commitment to humanitarian endeavors. And I believe that XXX Law School—with its strong tradition of preparing students to be effective community leaders, it’s Academic Success Program, and its proximity to one of the biggest Haitian population in the United States—can provide me with a strong foundation.