HURAH!

HURAH arrived in Port-Au-Prince via the Dominican Republic on Wednesday, February 17th.  Fr. Ricardo Santileses of the St. James the Apostle archdiocese in Santo Domingo, a seminary classmate of HURAH President Tom Luce, assisted in making travel arrangements to Haiti.

Tom Luce with Fr. Ricardo Santileses of the St. James the Apostle Archdiocese in Santo Domingo

Originally the plan was to fly directly to Port-au-Prince, but many commercial flights have been cancelled.  The primary route into Haiti is over land through the Jimani Mountains.  Bus fare was $40 one way plus a $29 exit tax.

At the Haitian border

Tons and tons of relief supplies and materials pass through every day. Here is a bus with a trailer full of goods on its way into Haiti.

Relief Supplies headed for Haiti

The earthquake damaged much of the interior of the country as well.  As you can see below, the tremors altered the contours of a lake near the Dominican border and submerged several houses on its shores.

Submerged homes

With no running water and only intermittent electricity from AUMOHD’s generator, alternative means for purifying water and cooking are required.  HURAH brought along this donated solar oven.

Solar Oven for cooking and boiling water

AUMOHD’s headquarters in the Delmas neighborhood of Port-au-Prince, rented with funds donated by HURAH supporters,  survived the earthquake largely intact, and has become a hub of relief activity.  Its courtyards are now filled with tents, tarps and relief workers from several different groups, including members of the American Center for International Labor Solidarity (ACILS), an international labor organization affiliated with the AFL-CIO.

AUMOHD HQ Tent City

ACILS generously donated equipment to AUMOHD to replace the computers, printers and office equipment destroyed in the quake, shown here.

AUMOHD's outdoor office and tech center

AUMOHD’s headquarters has become a “safe” zone for Haitian labor activists receiving organizational assistance  and tactical advice from ACILS.  Either they didn’t have offices before, or their offices were destroyed.  Labor representatives can come here to use the internet, telephones, printers, and copiers – all essential tools to organizing for worker rights in the aftermath of the quake.

AUMOHD President Evel Fanfan facilitating a labor rights meeting

The offices are secured by are wall surrounding the entire compound, and have quickly become a center for conducting meetings, organizing among relief groups, and providing shelter for Haitian and international volunteers.  Tom Luce ran into Michael Brewer, who has worked with Haitian street children for years, and to whom AUMOHD provides legal assistance.

Tom Luce, HURAH president, and Michael Brewer of HSKI at AUMOHD HQ

Here are a few more photos of the AUMOHD compound and surrounding area – miraculous that it survived the quake at all when compared to damage to adjacent buildings.  An urgent fundraising need for AUMOHD will be next year’s rent on the facility, which will come due in a few months – last year’s rent was donated entirely by HURAH supporters.

Rear courtyard and generator

First floor meeting room

View from the front gate

And now a few shots of some of the destruction in the surrounding neighborhood:

Collapsed home down the street from AUMOHD HQ

Why some buildings collapsed and others didn’t is a mystery.  Most Haitians are still afraid to sleep in buildings that survived, and for good reason – strong aftershocks are a daily occurrence here.

Remains of a bedroom

Vehicles were few and far between even before the quake, making functioning ones quite the commodity.  Up next: The AUMOHDmobile and a visit to one of Port-Au-Prince’s Tent Cities.

Destroyed vehicle in driveway adjacent to AUMOHD HQ

I put this blog together in my head as I walked around the area taking pictures, getting money and attending a meeting on Friday.

What was on my mind is the controversy over home demolition here in PAP, specifically, last summer in Cité Soleil, and recently close to where I’m staying in Delmas 10 plus in Petionville.

It is reminiscent of home demolition in Gaza because it is the government bulldozing homes without any recourse on the part of the dwellers.

Some say that the government must have the right to take property for installing, e.g. a police and UN barracks (Cité Soleil). Some are upset that poor folks have broken zoning laws by building on the sidewalks and violating code regulations. There are those, and I naturally tend in this direction, that see this as a matter of social justice, 1)anyone is entitled to recourse and compensation; 2)the forced immigration of hordes of poor from the countryside into the cities was only to cater to the monied class’s interests (ruining local crops and spawning sweatshops in the cities).We did issue a complaint last year, but have not been involved in this year’s actions.

Our car broke down as it went to get me at the airport Thursday, not for the first time. That’s why I’m documenting the road conditions a bit here as the basis for having to mount a campaign to buy another automobile.

As I walk around the ‘hood and live the life of ordinary folks, I certainly can identify with the plight of the poor. Houses on top of one another, absolutely no open space. Pictured first left above is the street where I live. Next down is a fairly common washed out street which we have to navigate everyday to get to the office. Next is the water trough–no running water in any of these dwellings. Cold water bird baths are what we have to give ourselves. Electricity is on now almost every day for a couple of hours, a little more on Sunday. But then it comes and goes without notice. Our push for solar energy has made us self-reliant. (See further in this post.) And tonight the next door neighbor has started up the noisiest electric generator I’ve ever heard. I can only hope it will shut down so I can sleep.

And back to the theme of fear. It’s really so true about the worst fear of all is fear itself. I said I was beginning to fear being here–due to lack of being in touch mainly and listening to the bad stories–but now even though conditions have probably not changed all that much, I’m not afraid. Today we–an AUMOHD person– walked to the bank, about 15 minutes through the elbow to elbow crowds on market streets and we walked back with a bunch of cash, split between the two of us. This person shrugged off the idea that there might be a problem but he went along with my idea of splitting the cash so that we might save at least half of it in case of a heist or kidnapping (I’m really not hysterical, believe me.) It was pretty hot and crowded as usual. But everyone was so civil and responsive to my “bonjour”.

The culmination of the day was meeting with 3 reps from the Grand Ravin CHRC, Marc-Lucann Ducasse, Patrick Estimphil, and Jean Ernest Point du Jour. Marvelous, thoughful persons with the same dedication and skill and concern I’ve seen consistently with the Grand Ravin and other CHRC’s. These are experts without the credentials in non-violent justice advocacy. If only we could get a smidgin of the funding that so many other undertakings receive. I’m thinking of the USAID funded operations for weapons and defense for one example. These men recounted the numerous shootings of innocents just in the recent past and how they are still succeeding in negotiating with armed men to cease the violence. They were very happy with the justice Tees I brought. They want visibility to help them be recognized and respected. They are ready to open an office for which we will be donating the first CHRC solar powered communication system.

Finally back home Saidel, Evel’s brother and the techie among us went at the new solar equipment donated from Namaste Solar–Stephen Kane co-owner. I was able to read the manual and find out at least for my amateur mind what it was for. It’s called the “Booster” and by that they mean it captures energy, conserves and distributes energy from solar panels in a much more efficient manner. That’s good enough for me.

We’ve been using a tiny (red box in the picture) “inverter” and jury-rigged (is that just for nautical makeshift?) electrical connections. The solar power is still outlasting the public utility power even though it is on more regularly than when I first was here.

It’s now 10 pm and the devilish diesel electric generator which came on right under my window around 6pm is relentessly banging my eardrums. Will I ever sleep? Do we take out a suit against the neighbors for noise pollution–and air pollution? Do we go over and smash it? Maybe they would be marvelling at our silent and free solar system and would gladly buy their own!

April 2, 2009 – Back in Haiti after 16 months. Weird feelings were bothering me leading up to this unexpected (due to lack of funds) trip. I actually was beginning to feel anxieties about my safety. My guess is that this is what happens when one is not grounded, in touch, present to a place and its people after an absence. Feelings can be misleading, if well intended as a protective device, but I’m here to say that the feelings now flooding my psyche are positive, grounded, in touch, enjoying the grasps of the real people, the real place. Yes, the US State Department warns people not to come. Yes, I’m here to continue working on the violence done against innocent people. But now instead of feeling frightened, I’m bolstered in my faith in humans again, because of the incredible (until you’ve experienced it) soulful, deep feeling Haitian people. It is part fantasy, sure, but the banner greeting me at the airport, “Haiti has been looking forward to seeing you”, started it all.

The trip from the airport is typical Haiti, cars bumper to bumper on narrow, deep rutted, unpaved streets. But I don’t experience the road rage with honking horns back home. People just keep moving. A man walks the narrow space between the opposite lanes selling something for the thirsty (below right).

I see people walking the streets, unafraid, focused on getting somewhere, looking alive. Then comes the cute artsy walls of a kindergarten to charm us all.

And another preschool painting on the street where I will live for two weeks. I’m feeling “back home”, a place vibrant with trucks filling water tanks that people come to for house water because there isn’t any running water, with kids playing in the street because it’s “Easter” vacation. I know that vast numbers of children don’t have access to good education but I’m here to be with people who suffer this and yet have a will to advocate, non-violently, for this right.

The neighborhood comes alive when the public power is turned on (typically for a couple of hours). I can continue working on this blog because we have a solar powered system, another richness of Haiti. And at 9:38 the “EDH”, public power goes away. And the first mosquito buzzes me. Not something that happened often before. Out with the mosquito net!

At the end of a long day on the last day of my working trip with AUMOHD we gathered to celebrate. Milka, Paul, Moïse, Evel, me, Issa (and photographer, Gentilhomme).

“EpiDor” is place on our main thoroughfare (Delmas) near the office, near home, and it is a fast food place with a difference. The name I think comes from the French or Creole meaning golden sword. Not really akin to the golden arches. The place has a little mascot that probably is a sword. In any case you can get burgers, chicken nuggets, salads, sandwiches, pastries. We bought a luscious strawberry cake to top off the celebration of the days in Cité Soleil, in Bainet, in Grand Ravin, and at the office and home trying to get our technology up to speed.

Just as we gathered we were visited by another neighbor, Moïse Jean-Charles, a well-known champion of the poor and human rights from the north and now working in the President’s office. What a nice reunion! I had worked with him in 2005 when he needed an international observer to help him convince the UN that the demonstration he wanted to hold concerning demands for a fair election would be peaceful and observed.

The water purification campaign continued last week with several more trips to Cité Soleil. Here is a picture of just one of the dozens of community cisterns where residents must come to get their water. Because of the vulnerability of these cisterns to contamination the campaign is designed to raise awareness of the need to purify water in the cisterns as well as in the containers that are brought home.

13+ different neighborhoods in the vast inner city section called Cité Soleil (300,000 people) were organized tightly in teams of 1-2 people who took responsibility for taking a seminar in water purification, for advising their neighbors, and for delivering Chlorox and Aquatabs for the actually purification process. Each area has 1-3 community cisterns with water pumps. The water needs purifying in the cistern and in the home as well as it is kept in containers. AUMOHD gathered buckets for demonstrating in houses the process of decontaminating and keeping it pure with covers. These neighborhoods are not in the center of Cité Soleil and were feeling abandoned by all the authorities and service groups. AUMOHD, our partner, worked hard (see my post earlier) to calm things down and bring the Mayor and the people together.

Here is a picture of the water purifcation seminar about to get underway. The leader is a member of the water commission and he volunteered his time. All the group leaders were volunteers as well, residents of the areas. This scenen captures the group in a beginning meditation and prayer.

As my 21 days drew to a close I was taken on Sunday, Nov. 18 to Musique En Folie, now in its 2nd or third year of featuring Haitian musicians and their CD’s It includes a festival of food and booths with many exhibitors including one for women’s rights and for services to alcoholics. Most of the crowd was young and laid back with lots of young parents with children.

This is a pitch for changing outsiders’ images of Haiti to one of normalcy, of faith, of family and warm community. The people are beautiful, gentle, and engaging. You should think of visiting here.

Those of us engaged in human rights struggles have by definition to expose unpretty scenes. And don’t forget, these scenes have their roots in the ugly practices people from the “first” world have brought here–slavery, dictatorship, terrorism.

There is even a concerted effort on the part of some criminals who benefit from a bad image for Haiti. There are those also who because they have been attacked personally send out messages not to come to Haiti. The stained glass window in Atty Fanfan’s home church is a beacon of faith and hope that inspires him and a huge congregation of 500 every Sunday at church. I’m suggesting that you think of Haiti as a majority of faithful, decent people. You would enjoy a stay here.

You should not hesitate to come. You should support the struggling tourist industry. There are suitable vacation spots, celebrations, film festivals, concerts. It will help everyone. Or come observe and/or work with some social change group and you will enjoy it.

I’m sitting here listening to a soccer game–the public electricity is on now and we have no problem keeping TV’s going. Sweden and Spain are playing and ordinary folk unlike us crusaders are crowded about TV’s everywhere. It is Saturday and people are out on the streets, crowding the lines at the banks, at the supermarkets, people just like us out getting what we need to keep home life going. Today it is the 8th birthday of Atty. Fanfan’s son, Meltary.

For the last week I have been out walking in the neighborhood, out to the main street, Delmas, to the supermarket, to the bank. This is an inner city neighborhood, crowded to be sure, narrow streets, packed with small merchants. Trucks actually can navigate these tiny streets. I prefer the country myself–where we were last Saturday in the mountains and then by the sea. But city life is exciting and stimulating, no doubt about that. People party here.

Here is a picture of Annie’s, downtown. Not a smoky bar with lots of noise. We went there because it is owned by a friend of ours and there was a nice, calm
birthday party being celebrated. Soft music filled the background. All young parents it seemed, some with babies and children. Nice time.

Walking on the streets is crowded. Especially when the street also is a place for small merchants who put their wares on the ground so that the already narrow street becomes even narrower. It is mind boggling how these folks make a living, hawking their wares.

Yesterday I witnessed something that was a stark symbol of how hard life can be here. A young man, medium size was hauling one of those huge carts–they remind of a chariot or a rickshaw–you know where a human is where a horse would be in other places. As I was coming down a steep incline he was coming up and he stumbled and fell flat on his face. His load was heavy metal scrap. Another man was pushing from behind. But they both had to stop and catch their breath.

Here is a picture of my neighborhood. All cement block houses. Some are decorated with filigreed railings. Life is very crowded with the houses close together. I imagine that there is a small city in just this immediate area–10,000 or more people.

There is school here for those who can afford it. Universal education was a goal of the Aristide administration and more public schools were built here in his time than in the entire history of the country. The access for everyone goal is a long way off. People like the superstar rapper Wyclef Jean make a lot of collecting money for scholarships, but the system is simply not designed for everyone. But I’m back on my human rights kick. Enjoy these two school pictures of our partner’s children.

SOLAR POWER

O.K. here is a mundane, but environmental friendly piece of our life here. Sun is abundant here and I’ve tried valiantly to make the sun work for us. It has been slow and has had its moments of doubts. This visit I found the system: 2 – 80 watt panels, a charge controller, an inverter and a bank of 4 batteries– had been aging and that was the reason communications had been diminishing. Solar power is great but it, at least in my experience, is fickle, not just the sun hiding, but the electricity in the batteries can tend to come and go. You think you’re set for working on the computer and “wheeeeeee” the inverter screams it is low on power. So you unplug and some times even that doesn’t fix things. The inverter we purchased new is now headed for the cemetery. We went out and bought a small Vector MAXX 400 watt-800 max jobby that people sell to truckers or others with batteries to run appliances. This actually works as well as the professional one we are throwing away. Go figure.

Then there is the internet hook up. At first we installed a satellite dish. It worked pretty well, but not during the rain. And then we discovered the “magic box” approach to catching the internet. This is a little portable wireless broadband receiver that you can put anywhere or carry it with you to different places. It connects to your computer or wireless router and you’re plugged in. Trouble was this first “magic box” ($100 purchase, $50 monthly fee) didn’t have a strong signal. So we had to find a new company (Hainet) recommended by a friend who does a lot of journalism uploading. It cost another $100 ($60 monthly fee), but it is fast and efficient. There it is being protected in our hallway by the stuffed animals!

Here is Delmas, 32 block, a huge main thoroughfare connecting from the bay to the mountains outside of Port-Au-Prince. We live quite a ways up and far away from the city center. This is the local supermarket. Just like home. And people out doing their Saturday shopping–those who aren’t watching soccer.

Finally there is family. Here Uncle Saidel keeps 2 mos old Melgore happy while his parents are out. He is an extremely calm, happy baby–except when he is awake and left alone.

This gutted building once housed a few hundred kids rescued from the streets of Port-Au-Prince by Fr. Jean Bertrand Aristide in the 90s and into the new century. It was called, Lafanmi Selavi (Family Is Life).

The fate of kids driven to the streets by poverty, abuse, or death back in the Duvalier dictatorship days was not only street violence, but, not unusually, extermination by paramilitaries. “Cleansing” the population was the way these utterly depraved men described what they were accomplishing. Fr. Aristide signaled the end of such treatment if he could have any say in the matter. A crying shame.

That human beings, let alone young children, could ever be treated this way is not the only shame. Almost as soon as the doors were opened back in the 90s, enemies of Aristide’s social programs began plotting to keep this home from becoming a beacon of hope for the poor. It was attacked and damaged. Outsiders plotted with some residents to overthrow the home and denounce it as a bad place for kids. Subsequently these same kids confessed to the ruse.

Finally in Feb. of 2004 the place was closed for good. Then President Aristide was kidnapped by the US government in a ruse to protect him from a “popular uprising”. In fact it was a small band of mercenaries who went on a rampage with powerful CIA-derived weapons in the north, killing innocent people. Lafanmi Selavi, the home for street kids, already virtually closed, was further ransacked after Feb. 29, staff beaten, and left abandoned.

One of the residents of Lafanmi Selavi was Reagan Lolo who was driven to the streets by family violence at age 11, but was soon rescued by the Aristide staff. He prospered there and became nationally known for his news commentary and disc jockey work at the Aristide Foundation’s Youth Radio and TV station.

When the last coup brought down Pres. Aristide in 04 and thugs began attacking the home, Lolo, now living with friends and finishing high school, went to its rescue, put street kids back in, recruited adult volunteer caretakers, and put up barricades. After a few weeks the police arrested Lolo without any warrant and clamped him in prison where he languished for over 3 months in jammed cells, eating infested food and drinking contaminated water.

An honest judge threw his case out but to no avail. The justice department under the control of the illegal interim government of Gerard Latortue (a US supported measure) did not respect such orders regarding anyone connected with Pres. Aristide.

On June 25, 2004 through the dogged efforts of Atty. Evel Fanfan, President of AUMOHD a Haitian human rights, non-violent/non-partisan, advocacy group, Lolo was freed from prison, a first for the partnership of Hurah, Inc and AUMOHD.

Now Lolo is continuing to work on his dream of working for street kids by laying a solid foundation for the revival of Lafanmi Selavi. He has been elected among his peers from the former residents as coordinator of the team to bring Lafanmi Selavi back to life.

Lolo has already formed a community organizing project.

Here is a new kid, amazingly young, hanging out at the old Lafanmi Selavi and part of a group of 20 invited by Lolo and his committee to consider forming a “family” in his old home. There are substantial parts of the building left where a classroom, a storage room and living quarters are slated to be made permanent. Beside the structural difficulties that need to be rectified there are the problems of ownership, and vagrants who consider this their territory. But Lolo and his committee are working carefully with the authorities and with AUMOHD to get this groundwork taken care of as they look for funding.

Here Paul, a volunteer, Lolo, Tom Luce, and Patrick a former resident and member of the steering committee stand out front of the home. The sign was for the now closed women’s health clinic that came in after the home was ransacked.

Leaving the capital of Port-Au-Prince for the south east provides breathtaking beauty of the mountains Haiti is famous for. But 10 hours (coming and going) on washed out dirt roads to give 4 hours of a seminar on human rights has to take the prize for dedication to a cause.

We were squeezed 4 in the back and two in the front of our land rover which proved a good match for the at times mud pools and deeply rutted steep hills. Breathtaking beauty just the same and a totally different world from the teeming capital.

The winding and roller coaster hill roads pass through rock walls with many tumbled down rocks, through a couple of rivers. It is amazing to see that people actually live and apparently are at home here. The temperature is more pleasant. The hills are verdant. Lots of corn growing. Many beasts of burden used for transportation as well as mopeds.

Bainet is a sea town (78,000 pop) in the south east near the more famous cinema festival town of Jacmel. We went there at the request of friends and families of an AUMOHD volunteer lawyer, Bainet-born Atty. Toussaint.

Bainet probably was a quaint resort town back in the days of the Duvalier dictatorship–you can see the beach is only attractive to the donkeys– but now seems to be pretty hard hit by all the ills of Haiti’s hard times.

In looking up this town on Google I found several organizations dedicated to improving the quality of life there–schools, clinics, etc. The town celebrated its patron saints, Peter and Paul, this past summer in a huge celebration that included all sorts of dignitaries, politicians, UN personnel. It sounded like a huge and important celebration. But I read nothing in the report about human rights and the needs of the people, just the merits of following in the footsteps of Peter and Paul. Still, given all the panoply of the church and political presence in this place, I had to wonder whether our outreach was really needed.

The people of Bainet had heard about the model of a Community Human Rights Council (CHRC) which AUMOHD has been building in 4 of the inner city zones of the capital from Bainet native and AUMOHD volunteer lawyer, Atty. Toussaint. They wanted to gear up to advocate for their rights with this model apparently because they didn’t feel recognized or empowered to work for them. To judge from the attendance (50+), the attention span, the questioning, the signups for follow-up, the CHRC model has a lot of credibility.

Atty Fanfan presented a thorough study (with a handout) of the refinements of human rights citing international documents as well as the Haitian constitution of 1987. He received lots of heads nodding in agreement about the difficulty of establishing and maintaining a state with respect for human rights and that a new model was needed–non-political, non-violent–to move forward with an improvement in the lives of people in Haiti. His talk with a question period lasted over an hour.

Atty. Toussaint went into more detail with definitions and case examples (with handouts) in the advocacy for human rights during another hour presentation with questions.

Everyone was attentive, asked pertinent questions including “Atty. Toussaint, how can you explain the fact that Pres. Bush pushed for the death penalty of hanging for Saddam Hussein, if this is against international human rights pacts?”

More than 8 different sectors signed up to form the new CHRC–clergy, school professionals, community activists, women and young people reps. There were no politicians or political party people in attendance and it was clear that the purposes of the CHRC model were not being met by existing organizations.

AUMOHD is obviously fulfilling a felt-need. There was no charge for this service–as is the case for all its services–but there are costs involved, namely, transportation (including wear and tear on the vehicle) printing, and food.

Think about helping AUMOHD by contributing through GOOGLE on our website. Google no longer charges non-profits!!!

Left to right- Tom Luce, Evel Fanfan, Patrick and Lolo celebrating freedom and dedication to helping the poor.

Evel Fanfan, Haitian attorney and human rights champion when we met at the National Penitentiary, site of hundreds of political prisoners.  Among these was Lolo, a street kid rescued at age 11 by the staff at President Aristide’s home for street children, Lafanmi Selavi (Creole for Family Is Life).

In spite of no case and a judge’s order to free him, Lolo languished in prison for 4 months, food bug infested, water contaminated and many people to one cell. After a week of intense shuffling from court to jail to police station, Atty. Fanfan obtained Lolo’s freedom on June 25, 2004.

Both Fanfan and Lolo have continued to pour their lives out in service to the most poor of Haiti’s capital.  He has been a community organizer as well as effective and absolutely pure attorney in liberating illegal prisoners. (A practice of some lawyers in collusion with corrupt police and judges especially during the illegal, US supported government 2004-2006 was to blackmail prisoners into paying for their release. Atty Fanfan and his group, AUMOHD, work for free.

Santa Claus–Père Noël! Just as my camera shutter froze when I wanted to make a little video a crowd of school children at Don Bosco School, Cité Soleil, amassed around our car as we were leaving to do public awareness announcements about preventing water born diseases as a result of Hurricane Noël. Earlier in the week a couple of these kids had been present at preliminary meetings and began calling me as often Haitian kids have done, “Père Noël” This time they raised the cry and kept us from leaving for several minutes! Fun!

Yesterday we met at Don Bosco’s to hold a press conference covering the community awareness project before we left in two cars with bull horns and factual exhortations to the people to avoid contact with the muddy water and to participate in water purification projects in the coming days.

This is an extraordinary community organizing project for many reasons: an undertaking by a private group–AUMOHD–a vast territory of lowlands and 300,000 inhabitants divided into over 13 local communities. Each local community has at least 5 separate water sources and some have huge water towers.

Atty Fanfan has a great gift at bringing people together and helping them to collaborate instead of being beaten down by their circumstances. He has brought the Mayor together with the people with his gift of persuasion. On Monday when we went to the outlying, most hard hit locales the people began putting up roadblocks to protest the lack of city and state government help and reported criminal activity in the shelters. When Atty Fanfan finished his meeting, everyone was convinced that working together was the best way to get the job done.

The local Community Human Rights Council (CHRC) established by AUMOHD has solid roots in this vast poor zone, pastors, school directors, community leaders. The coalition (Haitian Non-violent, Non-Partisan Coalition-HNVNPC) formed at the height of battles between armed groups and the UN troops last New Year. Shortly thereafter a ceasefire was achieved. The HNVNPC continues to collaborate on all aspects of community development and is leading this disease prevention effort.

Esterne Bruner, 38, non-violent champion of Justice, Grand Ravine, shot 9/21/06, R.I.P. On Oct. 18 2007, the “Jacques Roumain” High School (high on the hill) was opened with 1300 enrolled. Only a dream and a mission when Esterne Bruner was killed for his championing of justice in the double massacres and houseburnings in 05 and 06. Caption for second picture: These happy high school students now have a public school thanks to the constant lobbying of AUMOHD and it’s Community Human Rights Council (CHRC) in Grand Ravine.

It was impossible for me to be morbid and teary-eyed today as I went back to the scene of such bloody, burned out homes, and terrifying out of control police and the interim government back on Aug. 25, 2005. That was when Atty. Evel Fanfan gathered victims and families of the first “soccer” massacre at the high school without a name ransacked shortly after Pres. Aristide was kidnapped.

What a beautiful white three story building shining in the sun, but stripped of every piece of furniture and closed to the community which had planned on sending their children to a public school, planned and built by the Aristide government in 2003. On that August day in 2005 I was touring the school with one of the American UN policemen when a shout rang out that the police were on their way. The dreaded Haitian National Police! They who had orchestrated the massacre of some 50 people in broad daylight at the St. Bernadette soccer stadium down the hill in the sprawling poor community of Martissant were marching toward where we were.

Our American UN policeman gathered everyone–some 30 people only 4 days previously subjected to machete-wielding hackers and police guns–in the basement. He pledged along with his sole mates (1 other policemand and two investigators) to put their bodies on the line at the gate of the school and do whatever was necessary to stop the police from advancing on these people. It was a moment of true valor never to be forgotten.

But today I wasn’t feeling badly. I couldn’t. The shiny white school was teaming with some 800 students (another 500 cannot be accomodated for lack of electricity in the late afternoon session) all smiling and full of life, clearly ecstatic and fully occupied with their schooling.

The picture of me and Franzko, the young man who has replaced Esterne Bruner as the coordinator of the Grand Ravine CHRC, shows us standing in the exact spot where I stood with “Bruner” on Sept. 2, 2006, just a couple of weeks before he was brutally murdered. The chief of the murderous gang, The Little Machete Army, Roody Kernizan, has committed suicide and his wife is in jail. Several others have been killed in confrontations with the police. This kind of justice is not what we have wanted and not what we are looking for in the future as we press for reparations and convictions of the remaining killers.

After meeting with the school administrators and visiting classes we went to visit the mother of Esterne Bruner, a gentle and beautiful and dignified octogenarian. And then we went to a meeting of the Grand Ravine Community Human Rights Council (CHRC), some 50 people in attendance. This is the second CHRC established by AUMOHD to be an ennabling force among communities so deprived of human rights as these inner city communities are. There a lively discussion of what was still undone by the authorities, the court case to put those officials responsible for the first massacre on trial, to put the murderers and house burners of the second massacre in July 06 on trial. Even though the chief of the most flagrant band of killers, Roody Kernizan, has committed suicide and his wife is in jail, there are many others including 15 police free on the streets. Some deal has been made behind the scenes according to AUMOHD President Fanfan to forget about these cases, but the CHRC is adamant that they go ahead with the cases nonetheless. They also set up a delegation to visit the city water commission this afternoon to pressure them to take measures to clean up the water after the Noël flooding. These folks are a model of community organizing at its best. They are passionate in their discussions and yet respectful to the utmost of each other’s opinions. Decisions are made by consensus.

By the way the Aristide high school has been named, the “Jacques Romain” High School. Romain was a great intellectual and a Marxist! We think though–the Grand Ravine CHRC and AUMOHD– the school should be named the “Esterne Bruner Memorial High School”. At least we’re going to present a plaque saying as much to the authorities. Also we want to do something about the total lack of electricity–help us with gathering money and expertise for a solar system–to accommodate an afternoon session and to pump water to the bathrooms and kitchen. A small detail left out by the USAID, UNICEF, and OIM grants.

It has been a glorious day.

In spite of my plans for my first days in Haïti, Noël has taken front stage. Barely out of the airport after a two-hour delay on Friday by Spirit Air, I was whisked to the AUMOHD office to help with stuffing emergency packets for victims of Noël in Cité Soleil.

We filled about 30 bags with canned goods, crackers, rice, and candles. AUMOHD workers were very candid about this being a drop in the bucket, but nonetheless a heartfelt outreach effort on these volunteer human rights workers part. I thought maybe that someone had donated the rice since the bags had American flags, and of course, the proud label, “American White Rice”. But no, this was purchased by AUMOHD, no donations.

I hadn’t seen much detail about Noël’s impact on Haïti. It seemed to me that it had barely grazed the territory as it headed on to Canada-Nova Scotia. But AUMOHD was aware of tough times in a tough place like Cité Soleil. This vast flatland by the ocean is probably at sea level or even below in some spots. Flooding was the result, houses ruined, crops spoiled. Later in my third trip to the sprawling poverty ridden communities we learned that 2,800 persons have been housed in temporary shelter. Some 43 deaths in all have been registered in Haiti. I don’t have specifics for Cité Soleil.

So thanks to AUMOHD’s work over the last 4 years there has developed an on site network to handle human rights issues, the Community Human Rights Council (CHRC). Pastor Doceus is the President. This CHRC formed a larger coalition of church, school, community groups that have worked together before during the horrible battles between the UN troops and the armed groups this past winter. A ceasefire resulted just as this Haitian Non-violent, Non-partisan Coalition (HNVNPC), banded together and demanded a peaceful approach to the struggles. Now with Noël’s devastation this network is positioned to lend basic organizational help. Pictured below with the crutches is the current President of the Community Human Rights Council, Pastor Doceus entering his church/school

Since the ceasefire the whole place has opened up. I was astounded this weekend at the freedom to circulate in a place where I originally had to be escorted in by trusted people scrutinized by machine gun guards at strategic checkposts. I’ve been three times now and all the roads are open and the people circulate freely. I have to say that the people react cheerfully and friendly to our passing by their humble surroundings.

Even if the promised money we read about in the papers from all quarters for relief for hurricane Noël victims were to actually arrive, there would still be problems. The problems of Haiti go back 200 years and no help, will be timely and adequate. So thanks again to AUMOHD and it’s HNVNPC partners we not only brought our token relief packages which were distributed with the utmost caring and fair way, but we held a meeting with reps from a half dozen communities.

The problems were already diagnosed: no effective public awareness program, no organized distribution of relief, no preparation for preventive action regarding post-flooding disease control. AUMOHD President Fanfan hammered out plans for a general mobilization on Thursday when large groups would be gathered and public information would be shared especially information on how to purify water to protect young children first of all. AUMOHD is also collecting for economical water purification chemicals.

Today, Monday we again went to Cité Soleil and covered several of the hardest hit areas. As we ended up our whirlwind tour we found on trying to return that people had set up a roadblock partly in trying to keep the roads from being further eroded, but also in part to bring attention to everyone, especially people like ourselves, and the government vehicles (I noticed later that police and UN cars were headed in our direction). But because we had leaders from these same communities, we were greeted with applause and the roadblock was removed enough for us to get through. We told them we were headed to the city hall to meet with the officials.

At city hall we were escorted ahead of long lines of citizens, briefly were seated in the mayor’s office (Mayor Gustave), and then whisked out of the building quickly to our cars and we were taken to another city hall building down the road and met for two hours with city officials.

I saw Evel Fanfan, President of AUMOHD at his very best in this meeting. I have seen him working this way since we first met in April 2004. He has an unrelenting perseverance in his eyes and speech, and yet he always connects with his counterpart in strategic points with punctuations of laughter and mutual recognition of shared viewpoints. It is magical. Pastor Doceus, the president of the Cité Soleil Community Human Rights Council, has the most wilting eyes and facial expressions as he grasps his crutches bringing his points across.

Mayor Gustave was consummately professional, speaking in almost a whisper the details his administration had collected and what he was doing to go into action. He asked for the group’s help. During the meeting he received several calls, one of which was from the Assistant to the UN representative, Madame Elizabeth. This woman had heard stories of mobs and gunshots where the assistant mayor was present. He assured her that this was not violent and was always under control. He gave the phone to Attorney Fanfan, known personally and respected by Madame Elizabeth and the two of them exchanged views productively.

In the end it was clear that although the government was in charge, having the figures about the displaced and the needs of the victims, it was not capable of doing the job alone and depended on the services of the HNVNPC and AUMOHD to help with the mobilization and organizing of a community effort. AUMOHD and the community folks have been asking for a structure of community networks with communications infrastructure in place to deal with emergencies just like this as well as getting the communities organized for regular development. The 20million USD promised last winter as a result of the end of the hostilities has yet to be seen. We will be following up on this as well as the flood aid.