Day in and day out, six months later

•12 July 2010 • Leave a Comment

Six months have passed since the earthquake in Haiti, and we’ve begun running out of adjectives to describe the scale of destruction, suffering and hopelessness.

Little has been done to address the most dire need here, which is shelter.  More than a million people are still homeless, most living outside in tents or shacks or under tarps, which are showing the strain of continuous use after six months of tropical heat and rain.  The IOM, the organization responsible for coordinating shelter efforts, says it has only constructed just over 3,000 transitional shelters– only enough to house a handful of the people who need it.

Daily life in the camps is wearisome for their residents, and beyond description, really.  Most tents and shacks are built directly onto the ground, meaning mud seeps through whenever it rains.  There is poor sanitation in many camps, with not enough toilets or showers, and never enough privacy or quiet.  The mental stress alone of living in the camps is almost unimaginable.

Thousands of tons of rubble have yet to picked up, and progress is made slower by narrow, unpaved streets in many areas, and a lack of heavy machinery.  Making the overall situation even worse is that a majority of funding pledged by the international community has yet to be actually given to Haiti.

The progress in Haiti feels like it’s at an impasse, and reporting that nothing much has changed, that the situation is stagnating, begins to sound repetitive and old.  But it’s all true– hundreds of thousands of Haitians are stuck in a stale, degrading and deteriorating situation.  What will it take to change something, anything?

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Ladies’ Home Journal

•12 July 2010 • Leave a Comment

Check out this blog post written by my colleague Megan Finnegan over at Ladies’ Home Journal, on Haiti’s recovery six months later.

The libraries of Haiti

•9 July 2010 • 1 Comment

I recently spent some time with the Director General of Bibliothéque National in Haiti, Françoise Beaulieu Thybulle.  She was welcoming the current president and president-elect of IFLA, an international society of libraries and cultural organizations.  IFLA has pledged at least 1 million euros to help the libraries and archives of Haiti recover.  (The Smithsonian Institute also has a major restoration and preservation project underway).

Thybulle is a force to be reckoned with.  There are currently just 20 municipal (government-run) libraries in Haiti, along with several other privately-run cultural and literacy organizations, but Thybulle envisions over 100 libraries in Haiti someday.

Françoise Beaulieu-Thybulle remembers exactly how long the earthquake was (38 seconds) and how many aftershocks there were the first night (30). Thybulle, Director General of the National Library of Haiti, was on her way to a conference at FOKAL, the cultural organization, and was stuck downtown the entire night when the earthquake struck.

“All the dust– it was like 9/11,” she said referring to the attacks on America. “It was only in the morning that I saw how many bodies I had to cross.”

Thybulle knows she was lucky – the National Library, located in the heart of downtown Port-au-Prince where some of the worst damage occurred, is still standing and none of her staff was hurt because the library happened to close early on January 12.

Still, inevitably, the librarian and her colleagues are dealing with the aftermath of the disaster nearly six months later…

Read more here: Haitian Times – Fighting to Protect Literacy in Haiti

Through the eyes of a child

•28 June 2010 • Leave a Comment

Last Sunday one of the volunteers on the Sunday Project brought her young son with us to the preparation and distribution of food in Cité Soleil.  It was a jarring experience for him, and when I tried to imagine how he was seeing it, I was pretty jarred myself.

Her son is about 6 years old, and like most of the volunteers is considered in the upper class of Haitian society.  Both his age and his innocence contributed to his shock, I think.  As soon as we arrived in Cité Soleil, his eyes widened, and he grabbed my hand, scared at what he was seeing.  I stopped for a moment and tried to see it as if I had never been there before, didn’t know what a slum was, hadn’t seen much of malnourished children.  He was overwhelmed by the number of scrambling children, pushing and shoving and shouting and forming themselves in a rough and tumble line to wait for their small boxes of food.  Many of them were his age or younger.

“Why are they hungry?” he asked at one point.  I couldn’t answer him.

 
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