Fun With Voodoo in Miami's Little Haiti
The last time I went to Miami, a friend of mine mentioned Little Haiti.
"Oh yeah—they do all sorts of voodoo down there," she said. "It’s really weird."
I am a connoisseur of weird, and frankly, I was a little bored with South Beach. So, naturally I was all for checking out Little Haiti. There is a lot of superstition and fear surrounding voodoo. I met the high priestess of New Orleans a few years—a woman named Sallie Ann Glassman, a Jew from Maine (who knew there were Jews in Maine?), who explained voodoo to me and showed me the studio where she practiced. It was filled with statues of saints and skeletons—all of which were surrounded by cigars, booze and beads. Apparently, voodoo saints like to party. Hard.
Allie next to a mural at the Libreri Mapou.
Darnst, the man working the shop while he owner was away, showed us around, sold me a book on voodoo, and took us to see the art gallery on the second floor.
I loooooved this piece. It depicts signs for 10 Haitian saints, and the chicken bones in the middle are the “heart” of the wire person. It is supposed to denote love. Or doom. Darnst wasn’t sure.