Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Haiti, summer 2010.
Yes, there are kidnappings, robberies. Killings. Young men and women walk, sit, carry water, sell, peddle, chat, argue in the camps, and in the streets, in the markets.
What is remarkable is that there are no riots. I am told this is because Haitians do not want foreigners to leave. They worry that if too much gets out of hand, the NGOs and volunteers will leave. Somehow, is this keeping a lid on things, on what would be, could be, a Second Haitian Revolution?
I am told: “Some years ago, one of the cell phone companies had a policy that angered many people here. That company wanted to charge for incoming, reception of calls as well as outgoing calls. Well, people attacked the offices of that company. They broke windows. That was for the cell phone company to change its ways. But the textile factories? People here are afraid if they destroy those buildings, those factories, then there will be no work here. So, they march, they marched, they protested, for better pay. But they did not destroy or beak anything. It’s different for the textile factories – people, workers, respect them.”
In July, everyone is absorbed in World Cup games. Cash for Work, run by different NGOs, has some fraction of the population harnessed, busy hauling rubble or garbage. Workers in brightly colored t-shirts or vests, neon green, yellow, shoulder shovels, pails and pickaxes. Slogans, proclaiming “project Concern,” “Habitat for Humanity,” or other slogans of the alphabet soup of non-profits --- and let’s face it, they are doing something, more than the rest of us are doing.
I stay in a cinder block room – share 2 rooms –actually, with an assortment of family. My friend, cousin of my rural family, Michelet, warns me about being careful. Don’t go anywhere alone (Of course, I would not dream of doing this), the capital is a very rough place. Even here – and he gestures towards the benign, if somewhat barren, hills of Jericho, and Jerusalem, the neighborhoods of these Kafou hills where we stay, even here. Be careful. Don’t go far.
But, he continued, do not think that all of these are bad people. The ones who steal, rob. They are not bad people, they are just hungry people.
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Was this your first trip to Haiti and how are you connected to Haiti? How long did you stay there? How many trips have you taken there? I would be interested to know.ReplyDelete
I have been there every summer since Year 2000. But every time is a surprise, a shock, something new, always something learned, something unlearned, some learning question, some "truths" debatable.ReplyDelete
How I, we, all got there, got together, Toma, Kloteed, Destin, kids, Mesye Jean, Marie-Jo, Met Sove...now how we all came to meet, live on the mountain ---now that is quite a tale, I haven't yet written it up rightly yet. Some, you may garner from our website, a Haitian and American project, www.ifpigscouldflyhaiti.org names by a teenager, back in 2001.
**Thanks for posing these questions. It moes me to...get writing all this, how it all transpired. We say several weeks, months at a time. It is never easy. It is always wonderful. Please visit the website, and think about joing us. There is a video on the site, I hope you'll take the 20 min. or so to view it. It speaks volumes. I didn't do it!