From Manbo Sallie to Gumbo Ya-Ya, Jews, shamans in mystical common ground.
In Haiti, the Other World is this one. Everywhere in the night are the dead — the gede — and their spirits.
In the wreckage of the earthquake, in that heavily Christian-Voodoo nation surely some whispered Psalms, words born in Hebrew, now shared, a crying from “out of the depths.” It is an island punished by nature but not God forsaken. Many Haitians believe that even before the rescuers arrived, God was with the mourners on the mattresses in the dirt, and on the pieces of cardboard that pass for mattresses.