|VODU, VODOU, VAUDOU, VAUDOUX, however you spell it. The french pronunciation is vo-du. Moreau de Saint-Méry, french slave-owner in the eighteenth century, is one of the first to have used it, and the trend never stopped: the written media had found a catchy name to describe what the negroes of Saint-Domingue did. The succesful slave revolt of 1804 that created Haiti brought away the white planters and hundreds of their slaves -treated like cattle - to the land of the "free", the United States, and in particular to New-Orleans. Need I say more? Unlike cattle, my distant cousins carried with them the seeds of what became voodoo and hoodoo in the States. But whereas these descendants of the Saint-Domingue slaves adopted that name with pride, in Haiti, this word has never meant anything to the masses. It remains a word used by the white man (or the westernized intelligentsia of Haiti) to reduce a culture to a supertitious hodge-podge. It carries prejudice, suspicion of moral turpitude. It reeks of intolerance.|
|I am aware that people in Benin proudly practice a religion that they call Vodou, but this african origin only adds to the confusion regarding haitian "vodou". There is no such thing as vodou in Haiti, or rather no authentic organization bears that name. Incidentally such a word does exist in the traditional lexicon, but it does not begin to describe our culture no more than the word "mustard" taken out of context could represent an imaginary american "religion".|
|So this word means nothing to us, worse yet, it pretends to describe a "religion", a very dangerous proposition as witnessed by the senseless murders of innocent practitionners by pseudo-religious fanatics. If by religion you mean a church, or sect, with a creed, a dogma, a hierarchy of priests, with one religious leader, you will find none of that here. No more will you find devil-worship, snake-worship, tree-worship or human sacrifices. Of course you will find one or two ritual murderers a century, or if you are a tourist, some hoodlum that will worship your dollars and recreate your fantasy.|
|Instead you will find a loosely wound yarn of family traditions, some better kept in old sacred grounds tended by the same family since colonial times. Of course they all share ancestor worship, and one step beyond, spirit worship. Spirits, which is what we become when we fade away in the firmament of our descendants memory. Did King Arthur really tread England's green hills once, or does it matter. Was ever Ogou a real, breathing warrior? Or does it really matter? Of course there are precise rituals that are attached to these beliefs. They don't make up a religion. Instead, these are the foundations of a real culture that is shared by all haitians. For we believe that in Haiti, the african born slaves voluntarily smoothed their differences (in one or more mythical Bwa Kayiman ceremonies) in order to fight the common enemy. To this day, an opening litany to "vodou" ceremonies salutes all other rites from other "nations". The key to peaceful co-existence in this new land.|
|Still, there is more in common between episcopalians and catholics than there are between a practioner in Soukri, near Gonaives and Kanzo/Ginen in Port-au-Prince.|
|We then were caught in this dilemma : under what name can we describe the beauty and harmony fostered by our traditions in all its diversity without falling in the trap. Using the same artificial word would seem to condone the confusion that has gone on before. On the other hand, since our purpose is to communicate we needed a clear way to indicate what we are talking about.|
|The evident solution is to talk of "Culture", but we needed to go beyond that. To talk of Haitian Culture would unfairly brush aside our occidentalized brothers and sisters, arguably no less haitian. "Vodou" crept up logically, plainly having gained visibility, but this time we turned to the speakers themselves. We hear "Vodoun" with a nasal, velar pronunciation of the final syllable the few times the word comes in the rituals. So its more like VO-D'n. We hoped this difference would elicit your curiosity.|
|Hence our choice : VODOUN CULTURE.||Estelle Manuel, 6th of March 1999, La Cheppe, France|
Afterword by Jean-Paul Manuel
In March 2010 when I googled "Vodoun Culture", an expression that Estelle and I had coined in 1997 for the reasons explained above, I was shocked to find out that our website had disappeared from the web after ten years of existence and that a number of actors in the extended vodou(n) community were keeping the spelling, and in some cases the entire expression, alive without nary a nod of acknowledgement to the clear-minded woman who coined it.
Our first free host in the 90's, Geocities, then a community of just as free thinkers in the pre-blog era, had been gobbled by Yahoo who then, much later, liquidated the whole thing in the name of economics right about the time of Estelle's too sudden death in november 2009.
Estelle left us without knowing the coincidental and unfair demise of our website and I can see no reason why this unique contribution to mankind should vanish with this exceptionally gifted scholar who I was priviledged to be married to.
Estelle Manuel's VISION OF VODOUN CULTURE