I have heard scholars of Vodun and Santer?a alike discuss how serious and legitimate these religions are, but their discussions resemble in no way what I have seen. Here in Miami, I have attended several santer?a rituals, and they tended to be more like a Monty Python skit than anything you could call a religion. One arrives, bows to several images, distinguished by their colors and surrounded by bunches of fruit and food and children's toys and dolls. Here one makes a contribution of $10 or $20). Later, drummers arrive and pound on bongos and other drums and people dance. Usually some woman goes into a jerky fit. A priestess walks through the crowd, puffing on a cigar and wearing ritual robes, followed by a younger girl, a priestess in training, carrying a dish of some liquid. The priestess sprays rum in four corners of the room, followed by blowing smoke from a cigar in the same way. More bongos and dancing, nearly everyone eats a lot of pork and rice and beans and sometimes chicken, rice and beans, everyone drinks a lot of beer, Heineken, Corona and President being the favorites, then the kids swing at a pi?ata. All the kids go home with cheap Chinese toys. The whole thing is more a party than a religious ceremony. Perhaps it was not a typical santer?a ritual.
I am less familiar with Haitian voudun. On several occasions, I attended early Saturday morning classes at Barry University and noticed vinyl basins filled with dead chickens and herbs at the entrance of the parking lot during final exam week.