We’re sleeping in the open air
This is our most challenging emergency response in years, and we’re launching it from pup tents? I want to say, “You’re kidding, right?” But of course he is not joking …
January 21st, 2010 | by Elizabeth StevensThe news from the Haiti earthquake is always staggering.
With the loss of life, the lack of medical care, the collapse of the center of government, the airport that can’t keep pace with the needs, the ruined roads, the non-existent communications system, and the desperate lack of fuel, the pain and worry that survivors are experiencing is almost impossible to imagine.
Facts and figures tell a piece of the story, but I find Haiti’s reality sometimes hits home through the casual remarks of my colleagues.
Like when my buddy Coco McCabe writes me a message from Port-au-Prince. It starts out sounding kind of normal: “I’m sitting in a meeting, ” she writes, before veering off into a scene from a bad dream. “It was just suggested that we hold meetings outside in future because we are a lot of people and if there’s a big hit, we’ll suffer a lot of casualties.” In my world, staff meetings and sudden death don’t exist side by side, but in hers today in Haiti, they clearly do.
“There seems to be plenty of food on the streets,” she continues. That is wonderful to hear, until she points out that there is no cash anywhere to buy it with. “Banks are mostly shut down, and people can’t get to their money.”
Louis Belanger of Oxfam Canada has been on the ground in Haiti for a week, and he has lots of good news in his daily podcast:
“We had a good day today …We delivered a lot of water. We were active in three main sites across Port-au-Prince. Two of them were in Petionville and one in Delmas. We delivered probably over 30,000 liters of water to over 3,000 people…
Today was a good example of how we work together…Oxfam Spain delivered the water bladder to store the water, the trucks were provided by Oxfam Quebec, and the engineer that installed the entire system was provided by Oxfam Great Britain. …we had a tough time to start this whole operation, but now it’s well underway.”
Then he, too, veers off into the surreal:
“We’re tired. We’re sleeping in the open air…”
This is our most challenging emergency response in years, and we’re launching it from pup tents? I want to say, “You’re kidding, right?” But of course he is not joking, and so for the hundredth time today I wish I could do something or say something to bridge the gap between Haiti’s reality and ours, if only to let the staff on the ground know how much we appreciate them and how loudly we’re cheering them on from the USA.
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Slow going on the road to Port-au-Prince
We’re quiet as we roll onto the plain. We pass a cement wall that has toppled, intact, onto its side, looking suddenly like an extension of the road we are on. We see cracks in walls and occasional heaps of rubble. But what strikes me most about the approach to the capital is the number of people streaming along both sides of the road, going about their business.
January 20th, 2010 | by Coco McCabe
Oxfam’s Coco McCabe is one of several Boston-based colleagues in Haiti to help with the relief effort, where they join over 200 Oxfam staff already on the ground. Here’s her latest update, dated January 19.
It’s been one week since a massive earthquake flattened a good portion of Port-au-Prince, the Haitian capital where about two million people live. Coming over the crest of Mourne Cabrit–Creole for mountain of the goats–we spy the city in the distance, lost in haze at the end of a broad plain. From that height, all looks still below. The road is well-paved, snaking up the side of the mountain, and easily wide enough for two cars.
It is impossible to imagine what we will find ahead, but a hint came soon enough: a landslide, set loose Yves Gattereau says, by the 7.0 temblor. It has knocked enormous white boulders onto the road. Gattereau is the director of the bi-national Oxfam program that works on watershed preservation between Haiti and the Dominican Republic. This was his second visit to Port-au-Prince since the quake struck. His first mission had been a few days before to find his parents–safe, luckily, and asleep in their car.
We’re quiet as we roll onto the plain and into Croix Bouquet, a community a short distance outside Port-au-Prince. We pass a cement wall that has toppled, intact, onto its side, looking suddenly like an extension of the road we are on. We see cracks in walls and occasional heaps of rubble. But what strikes me most about the approach to the capital is the number of people streaming along both sides of the road, going about their business. Some carry large metal tubs of laundry on their heads. Others have set up kiosks to sell everything from small bottles of caramel-colored liquor to packages of crackers, circles of cheese, and sacks stuffed with roots.
But something else stands out, too: the face masks. The closer we get to Port-au-Prince, the more I see–blue ones, white ones, ones decorated with flowers. Two boys, goofing around, have theirs attached to their chins like beards. Are they to prevent people from breathing the dust from the collapsed buildings? I ask Gattereau.
No, he says grimly. They’re to keep out the stench of rotting bodies.
There’s no way of really knowing how many people lost their lives in this catastrophe.
“You can’t know,” says Gattereau. “There’s no way to figure it out. They didn’t know in the first place how many people were in Port-au-Prince.”
Soon, we find ourselves in a traffic jam, stopped dead in the baking afternoon sun. Horns blare around us. Tap-taps, packed with people pressed into the windows, inch by in the other direction. Two large UN vehicles rumble past. And pickups loaded with more people than seems scientifically possible sag on their chassis. But on our side, nothing moves for a while. And Gattereau wonders out loud: Where is everyone going?
“There’s nowhere to go,” he says. “They’re going to regret wasting all that fuel.”
Fuel has been worrying everybody. Will there be enough to keep the now-decimated city functioning? Enough to truck in sorely needed food and water? To run the equipment needed to clear massive piles of debris from streets and lots? To ferry out the people who want to escape all the sorrow and horror of the last week?
A moment later, Gattereau answers his own question. He knows where everyone’s going: to search for news, any news, of family members still unaccounted for.
As we start the climb into Delmas–a neighborhood of Port-au-Prince–the scale of the destruction leaves us stunned. There are three of us in the truck. We don’t speak, except in staccato bursts.
“Pancakes,” says Gattereau looking at the layers of concrete–once the floors of banks and commercial operations, and dwellings–now lying on top of each other. “It’s a grave.”
And he worries about what will come next. Plenty of buildings are still standing, and to the untrained eye they look like they could be fine, save for the cracks–some massive. But Gattereau, who has some construction experience, knows better. He says because of the structural damage, many of them will need to be bulldozed. But that might not happen.
“Some people will just cover some of the cracks because there’s no authority who will say no, you have to tear it down,” he says.
I ask if he thinks the city will ever recover.
Gattereau’s eyes light up. Earlier in the day, as we bounced over the rough dirt road from the border, he had told me his feelings for this poor and struggling country that he has made his home since 1987.
“If you like it, you fall madly in love with it,” he had said. “Or you hate it. But there’s no middle.”
And there’s no middle to his conviction that Port-au-Prince will come back.
“It will,” he says. “And hopefully, it’s a good occasion to build it for a better place to live.”
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