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Daniel Fignole -- President Of Haiti A request has been made on Wikipedia for this article to be deleted in accordance with the deletion policy. This request is being discussed to form a consensus whether this is, or could be, an article appropriate for Wikipedia. Please see this page's entry on the votes for deletion page for details. Also see possible outlets for removed articles. If you feel deletion is not justified by Wikipedia deletion policy you may vote against its deletion. Please do not remove this notice or blank this page while the question is being considered. However, you are welcome to continue editing this article and improve it, especially if you can address the concerns of those who believe the article should be deleted. Daniel Fignole -- president of Haiti Jun. 24, 1957 "Cote li, cote li?" cried the black workers of Port-au-Prince last week, tears in their eyes. But Daniel Fignole, their idol, could not tell them where he was. He had gone. Nineteen days after he vaulted to power as Provisional President, the silver-tongued mathematics professor, who boasted he could unleash a "steam roller" of black supporters, fell without a shot fired. He went meekly into exile, and was replaced by a military junta. Fanatic Daniel Fignole suffered the disability of excessive ambition. Lunging too fast for power, he postponed the presidential elections originally set for June 16, then maneuvered to get himself a full six-year term without an election. He ordered the army to purge itself of anti-Fignole officers, demanded commissions for his black civilian partisans. Once he routed Brigadier General Antonio Kebreau, the chief of staff, out of bed at 2 a.m. because he wanted to talk. One night last week, while the mob slept, the army struck. General Kebreau's troops invaded the palace, forced Fignole to sign a letter of resignation, later whisked him to Miami on an air force plane. Next morning Kebreau went on the air and announced Haiti's seventh government in six months: a three-man military junta, headed by himself, to ruleas usualuntil "fair and free elections" could be held. For two days it was uncannily quiet, then at midnight the blacks hit back with an animal roar. Propelled by a rumor that their Fignole had been put to death, they burst out of the slums, put the torch to eight buildings, sacked a government warehouse. Truckloads of soldiers rolled up, sprayed the wailing, raging rioters with gunfire in the light of the flames and machine-gunned their flimsy shacks. Trucks loaded with prisoners taken at bayonet point rolled off to the jails, and the morgues of Port-au-Prince were full. Respectfully reprinted from Time Magazine June 24, 1957 article --65.1.158.227 07:18, 28 Jan 2005 (UTC)This article was submitted by his beloved grandaughter (yeah, the bad one) Camille.
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