WATKLIFF AGAIN. NOTHING NEW.
Meet Watklif. Yup, nothing new under the sun. He could be the poster child for Darfur, Somalia, the you name the place malnourished child.
I know him. (So do you.)
Squatting there, watching him, “Why am I taking his picture?” I took it anyway, and a few others, then a short video clip. Objectifying him.
Not that I haven’t seen him and thousands others over the 8 summers and then some tthat I have spent in Haiti, agonizing over Haiti, agonizing with Haiti, living , among the farmers in remote mlountains. Watklif is the boy next door; he’s Toma’s grand nephew or something. The grandson of Madama Karolis. Last summer he was the ugliest toddler, all large head, covered with scabs, flea bites. Now, he is an ugly child of maybe 3 or so. Nobody much knows or cares.
Suddenly, I do.
Will you invest, help us get goats and pigs and work opportunities in the mountain zone?
Below are the faces of the workers, the mothers, the fathers, the lovers, the tired and the hungry, the happy and the watchful...Investors, please, take note.