After 3 Weeks – Helping the Most Vulnerable

Three weeks after the earthquake in Haiti, the consequences continue to deepen the pain. People walking or on bicycles crowd the roads leaving Port au Prince; leaving the city behind, they hope there will be some food in the country.  Many cannot leave.

One friend reports that his 72 year-old aunt injured her hip when the roof crashed down during the quake.  She and her 73 year-old husband are living on the street. They hope the hip injury will heal, since they can’t walk to get medical attention.  They depend on others to share food since they can’t walk to the aid distribution centers.  When asked if they can make it, they answered, “Yes, we pray that God will help us.”   These are examples of the people your gifts are helping, the many who cannot stand in line, who cannot compete for the water and food.

In Boileau they recognize the importance of re-establishing the fragile structure of a normal schedule.  School started again last Monday. Although we are nervous, they responded that they have “tested” the building to confirm it remains strong. They report: “We now have a lot of people from the earthquake in Boileau.  They need a lot of help with food, shelter, and clothing.  We don’t have enough, but we will do the best we can.”

Quake Aftershocks Continue, So Does Your Help!

More “THANKS”!!!   Your sacrifices are feeding the starving and providing medicine for people in pain in Port au Prince.  Your gifts have been directed about 50/50:  50% for food and water; 50% for medicine.  Much of the medicine and medical treatment is for amputation and surgery.  (We’ve recognized some of the doctors on CNN.)

The reports from Boileau are still very limited.  Telephone communications remain disrupted.  Dozens of attempts have produced 3 brief connections which were cut off after 2 or 3 minutes.  In the village, the aftershocks continue and people are frightened at the prospect of what might happen next.  They are sleeping outside since they are afraid to stay inside buildings. The people streaming out of Port au Prince are reaching the rural villages like Boileau.  Most are “moving in” with a friend or relative.  Since they have nothing and do not dare sleep in the house, “moving in” means little more than finding another flat place on the ground to sleep. Boileau is glad to be able to welcome them and offer clean water from the wells you provided. Their limited food is, however, being shared among many more people.  The cost of all staples is rapidly increasing.  Gasoline is scarce and expensive.  It is already difficult to get fuel needed for the generator at the clinic.

School has been suspended.  The clinic is very busy.

Since the exodus from Port au Prince threatens to overwhelm the village, we might need to redirect a portion of the funding for emergency food to Boileau to feed the “guests”.

Meanwhile, our goal remains to keep using our contacts in Haiti to fill the gaps between the efforts of the large programs, to catch victims who are falling between the cracks.  Your gifts are saving lives!!  Thanks.

The People Rocked by the Quake

Note: This account portrays the Haitians we’ve met. It’s also an example of the reports we’re getting from people with whom our only connection is a shared concern about the people in Haiti. 

Subject: Update from Port au Prince by Sasha (an American)
Date: January 19, 2010

This afternoon, feeling helpless, we decided to take a van down to Champs Mars (the area around the palace) to look for people needing medical care to bring to Matthew 25, the guesthouse where we are staying which has been transformed into a field hospital. Since we arrived in Port au Prince everyone has told us that you cannot go into the area around the palace because of violence and insecurity. I was in awe as we walked into downtown, among the flattened buildings , in the shadow of the fallen palace, amongst the swarms of displaced people there was calm and solidarity. We wound our way through the camp asking for injured people who needed to get to the hospital. Despite everyone telling us that as soon as we did this we would be mobbed by people, I was amazed as we approached each tent people gently pointed us towards their neighbors, guiding us to those who were suffering the most. We picked up 5 badly injured people and drove towards an area where Ellie and Berto had passed a woman earlier. When they saw her she was lying on the side of the road with a broken leg screaming for help, as they were on foot they could not help her at the time so we went back to try to find her. Incredibly we found her relatively quickly at the top of a hill of shattered houses. The sun was setting and the community helped to carry her down the hill on a refrigerator door, tough looking guys smiled in our direction calling out “bonswa Cherie” and

When we got back to Matthew 25 it was dark and we carried the patients back into the soccer field/tent village/hospital where the team of doctors had been working tirelessly all day. Although they had officially closed down for the evening, they agreed to see the patients we had brought. Once our patients were settled in we came back into the house to find the doctors amputating a foot on the dining room table. The patient lay calmly, awake but far away under the fog of ketamine. Half way through the surgery we heard a clamor outside and ran out to see what it was. A large yellow truck was parked in front of the gate and rapidly unloading hundreds of bags of food over our fence, the hungry crowd had already begun to gather and in the dark it was hard to decide how to best distribute the food. Knowing that we could not sleep in the house with all of this food and so many starving people in the neighborhood, our friend Amber (who is experienced in food distribution) snapped into action and began to get everyone in the crowd into a line that stretched down the road. We braced ourselves for the fighting that we had heard would come but in a miraculous display of restraint and compassion people lined up to get the food and one by one the bags were handed out without a single serious incident.

During the food distribution the doctors called to see if anyone could help to bury the amputated leg in the backyard. As I have no experience with food distribution I offered to help with the leg. I went into the back with Ellie and Berto and we dug a hole and placed the leg in it, covering it with soil and cement rubble. By the time we got back into the house the food had all been distributed and the patient Anderson was waking up. The doctors asked for a translator so I went and sat by his stretcher explaining to him that the surgery had gone well and he was going to live. His family had gone home so he was alone so Ellie and I took turns sitting with him as he came out from under the drugs. I sat and talked to Anderson for hours as he drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point one of the Haitian men working at the hospital came in and leaned over Anderson and said to him in kreyol “listen man even if your family could not be here tonight we want you to know that everyone here loves you, we are all your brothers and sisters”. Cat and I have barely shed a tear through all of this, the sky could fall and we would not bat an eye, but when I told her this story this morning the tears just began rolling down her face, as they are mine as I am writing this. Sometimes it is the kindness and not the horror that can break the numbness that we are all lost in right now.

So, don’t believe the news reporter when he says that Haiti is a hotbed for violence and riots, it is just not the case. In the darkest of times, Haiti has proven to be a country of brave, resilient and kind people and it is that behavior that is far more prevalent than the isolated incidents of violence. Please pass this on to as many people as you can so that they can see the light of Haiti, cutting through the darkness, the light that will heal this nation.

We are safe. We love you all and I will write again when I can. Thank you for your generosity and compassion.

With love from Port au Prince,