In Haiti, they told the Haitian people the Clintons came to save Haiti.
After the earthquake in 2010, the world watched Port au Prince crumble, and then the saviors arrived. Bill Clinton became the UN Special Envoy to Haiti. Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State, controlling America's aid. And the Clinton Foundation was right there, raising money in Haiti's name.
Husband approving the projects. Wife controlling the money. Foundation collecting the donations. That was a family business.
The world pledged 13.5 billion dollars. America pledged 4 billion. It was supposed to rebuild a nation. Instead, it rebuilt bank accounts in Washington.
Less than 40 percent of that money was ever spent inside Haiti. Only 2 percent of US aid ever reached Haitian organizations. The rest went to American contractors, foreign NGOs, and the UN: a circle of friends getting rich off someone else's tragedy.
Caracol Industrial Park, their great flagship, their promise of a New Haiti. Three hundred million dollars of taxpayer money, built on prime farmland. Farmers were kicked off their land to make room for it. They promised 65,000 jobs. What Haiti got was 10,000 low-wage sewing jobs for a South Korean company. Bill and Hillary cut the ribbon and smiled for the cameras. Haitians called it a sweatshop.
They promised hundreds of thousands of homes. They spent half a billion dollars on housing, and they built 6,000 houses. Years later, millions were still sleeping in tents, with no water, no electricity, and no roads, while the Foundation kept fundraising.
A company called VCS Mining, with a Clinton Foundation donor sitting on its board, suddenly got one of the rarest things in Haiti: a gold mining permit. In a country where those permits are almost impossible to get. Donate to the Foundation, get a deal in Haiti. That was the deal.
Haitians don't call this mismanagement. They call it theft.
Billions came in, cholera brought in by UN troops killed 10,000 people, and Port au Prince still has no reliable water, power, or roads. The Clintons left with their reputation intact. Haiti was left poorer.
This is how the liberal elite works. They find a poor Black country, use it as a charity poster, fly in, take photos with crying children, raise billions, hand the contracts to their friends, and then blame corruption in Haiti when nothing gets built.
The real corruption was never in Haiti. It was in Washington, and it was in the Clinton Foundation.
If a Republican had done this, it would be called a crime. Because the Clintons did it, they called it philanthropy.
Haiti didn't need saviors. Haiti needed to be left alone to rebuild with its own money.
The Clintons didn't save Haiti. They looted Haiti.
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@JohnnyLCKA1@JohnnyLCKai you're right, he doesn't have those iconic roles, and I love all of PS movies. but I didn't vote popularity, I voted on acting merits alone. I stand by my vote 🙂🙂
@JoRansing80929@Eggleston1337@miles_commodore Actually, I'm going to see it mainly for Johnny Depp, which in turn is my finger to the Hollywood that tried to banish him on the word of a lying nutjob.
In 1944, thousands of Japanese on Saipan hid in caves, sure the Americans would torture them if they came out. Many families chose the cliffs instead.
An 18-year-old American Marine from East Los Angeles walked up to those caves at night, alone, and called to them in Japanese.
His name was Guy Gabaldon. He was a Mexican American kid who had grown up partly in the home of a Japanese American family, the Nakanos. That is where he picked up his Japanese. When the war came, the Nakanos were sent to internment camps. Their twin sons, Lane and Lyle, joined the U.S. Army anyway and served in the 442nd.
Fifty years later, he still said it plainly: "These were Americans."
On Saipan, Gabaldon was a scout with the 2nd Marine Regiment. Right after landing, he slipped off on his own and came back with prisoners. His commanding officer, Capt. John Schwabe, threatened him with a court-martial for leaving his post.
The next night, he came back with about fifty.
After that, they let him go out alone.
He crawled to the cave mouths in the dark and promised the people inside water, medical care, and that nobody would hurt them. Night after night, ten or twenty at a time, they followed him out.
On July 8, by his own account, about 800 came out in a single day. Schwabe remembered that day too. It was the day they tagged him the Pied Piper of Saipan.
Not everyone listened. At the cliffs, he begged a mother not to kill her child. He watched her throw the baby and jump. He was still talking about it fifty years later.
His Navy Cross citation says that on Saipan and Tinian he brought in "well over one thousand enemy civilians and troops."
Schwabe recommended him for the Medal of Honor. He received the Silver Star. Sixteen years later, after Hollywood made a movie about him, the Navy upgraded it to the Navy Cross.
He died in 2006 and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
I am Japanese. Those caves were full of my people, frightened, starving, and certain that the Americans were monsters.
An American teenager walked toward them in the dark and offered them water.
On this Veterans Day, Japan should know his name.