For some reason I just remembered that when I was in Haiti back in the mid-90s, Haitians would often ask me if I spoke Creole. I was one of the few ‘blan-yo’ who spoke their language and word would get around. Sometimes, folks would come slinking around looking for a handout or to try and run a scam. When I smelled a rat, I’d answer their query, “Pale ou Kreyole?” with, “M pale neuf millimetre,” or “I speak nine millimeter.” between that and a drop of the hand to the sidearm, it would usually got them turned in the other direction.

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