In the on-screen text it’s spelled ‘Troubadou’ not ‘Twoubadou’ but everywhere else I’ve seen it with the ‘w’ which better reflects the pronunciation as far as I can tell, and though there’s some debate over which orthographic convention Haitians ‘should’ use, I’m sticking with ‘W’. See a future post for more on this letter.
Enough intellectual masturbation! Ready for more forbidden desire? In cases like the one here, there is something to be said for the voice of experience cautioning youth. The song begins with the lyrics, “Angelina pa koute manman, Angelina pa koute papa. Pase pa la fennèt…” or in English, “Angelina doesn’t listen to mom, Angelina doesn’t listen to dad. She passes through the window…”
So while there is or can be much value in the elders’ voice of caution, what we have in most of the world today is more than caution, it is authoritarian (and often hypocritical) prohibition against under-aged erotic exploration. It is punishment/shame obsessed, not focused on welfare of the young.
What meaning does a child’s ‘no’ carry if they’re categorically denied their very own ‘yes’?
The real tragedy is not that youth ignore the advice of the old, but that the old oppress the young. The ignoring is most likely a reaction to the oppression; people are prevented from experimenting when young, when the costs of doing so are more transient, and when neoteny and neuroplasticity allow for learning and development.
Instead what we get is a cyclic addiction pattern set in place by an entire childhood of deprivation. Relationships are one area where adults are almost universally utter failures. Catastrophe is the norm, long-term success a freakish and revered anomaly.
Naturally the young in such a milieu may develop an identity of rebelliousness and disrespect, since their elders are eminently unworthy of respect, having routinely misused authority and failed to take responsibility for the bad design of culture handed to them. Generation after generation has done this for God-only-knows how long in my cultural lineage. …In some areas of life–true–the pattern is a recent one, dating back some hundred years or so, give or take fifty. I’m talking here about things like rope-making, fishing, hunting, basket-weaving, and timber-frame building. But in the area of sexual exploration, it is a story as old as our poorly named ‘civilizations’.