The
United Nations reported there are 1.2 million people living in �spontaneous
settlements� or homeless camps around Port au Prince. Three people
living in the camps spoke with this author this week, before the
hard rains hit.
Jean Dora, 71
My name is Jean Dora. I was born in 1939.
I live in a plaza in front of St.
Pierre�s church in Petionville [outside of Port au Prince]. I am
here with twelve members of my family. We all lost our home.
We have a sheet of green plastic to shade
us from the sun. We put up some bed sheets around our space.
I have many small grandchildren living here
with me. My son and daughters live with here too.
My daughter will soon have a child. She will
go to the Red Cross tent when it is time for the baby to come.
I worked for the Chinese Embassy for 36 years.
I cleaned their offices. I retired in 2007. Until the earthquake
I lived in an apartment with my family. The building was destroyed.
At night we put a piece of carpet down on
the ground. Then we lay covers down and try to sleep. When it rains,
the water comes in.
We bring bottles to fill up with water. But
we have very little food.
There is no toilet in the park. We must go
behind the church.
My son used to work to support us. He is a
good chef. He worked at a restaurant by the Hotel Montana. The restaurant
was destroyed. He lost his job. There is no work.
During all my days, I have never seen anything
like this. I am not in a good position to say what will happen next.
I think things are not going to change. I hope things will get better.
But I don�t think so.
My son has no job and he cannot help our family.
If my son is working, we can all stand up. If he is not working,
we are down.
The future is not clear. It looks dark for
us.
Nadege Dora, 28
My name is Nadege Dora. I am 28. I have three
boys and one girl. I am supposed to deliver my baby this month.
I now live in the plaza in Petionville with
the rest of my family. Our house was destroyed. I used to sell bread
on the street to make a little money. The father of the children
does not help us. It is as if we are not alive to him.
We are just trying to survive. No one in our
family is working. There is no work.
If you get a ticket you can go get a bag of
rice. But I am a pregnant woman. I cannot fight the crowds for a
ticket. I tried. But people were squashing me and I was afraid I
would get knocked down and crushed.
My niece helped a woman bring rice back from
Delmas [another neighborhood outside of Port au Prince]. She shared
her rice with us. Right now we still have some rice. But we have
no oil. No meat, no milk, nothing but rice. We have no money to
buy other ingredients.
Since the earthquake I have never eaten a
full meal.
When my baby comes, I will go to the Red Cross
tent to have the baby. I went there to see a Doctor. They gave me
some pills. Those pills made me sick.
The mayor came here and asked people if we
had relatives in the countryside. They would help us go there. But
we do not want to go to the countryside. We don�t know anybody in
the countryside. We need to have a better life than this.
Garry Philippe, 47
My name is Garry Philippe. I am 47. I live
by the airport entrance. I built my own tent. I tied a sheet to
a tree and I put up poles to hold up other sheets.
I live here with my five children. My wife
was killed in our house in the incident. We lived in Village Solidarity.
I owned our house. I built our house over 4 years, step by step,
as I got the money. I was outside when it happened. My girls were
by the front door and ran out. My wife ran back to help the boys
and she died.
We had no funeral for my wife because we have
no money for a funeral. I buried her myself in a cemetery by Cite
Soleil.
The children cannot imagine that their mother
is gone just like that. They are always thinking about their mother.
We do not have beds. When it is time to sleep
we put bags on the ground. Then we put our covers on the bags and
sleep.
We wash ourselves by putting water in a bottle.
Then we stand in a pot and pour the water on our selves.
When it rained we went to a place where they
had a plastic tent. We stayed there till the rain stopped. More
than 20 people were inside that tent.
Before, I was a mechanic in a garage. Where
I worked was destroyed. There is no work since the quake.
We heard other camps got bags of rice. In
our camp, nothing. I ask friends for food. Sometimes someone will
give us something to eat.
We
have no toilet in this camp. When we have to make a toilet, we do
it in a bag. Then we bring the bag to the edge of the camp. It is
about a one minute walk away.
We see the trucks going in and out of the
airport. Many trucks. But the trucks never stop for us.
It is not safe here. But what can I do? I
accept it, it is God�s work. We pray in the camp together.
No one has come to talk to us to tell us what
is going on. We know nothing about tents or tarps. There is no school
for the children.
I cannot tell you exactly what is going to
happen next. I am not the Lord. I think it is going to get worse
for us in the camps. We need tents and food. We need water and school
and jobs. We need help to find a place to stay. The rain is coming
soon. Water is going to come and our babies will lose their lives.
BlackCommentator.com
Columnist Bill Quigley is a human rights
lawyer and law professor at
Loyola
University,
New
Orleans. He has been an active public interest lawyer since 1977 and has
served as counsel with a wide range of public interest organizations
on issues including Katrina social justice issues, public housing,
voting rights, death penalty, living wage, civil liberties, educational
reform, constitutional rights and civil disobedience. He has litigated
numerous cases with the NAACP Legal Defense
and Educational Fund, Inc., the Advancement Project, and with the
ACLU of Louisiana,
for which he served as General Counsel for over 15 years. Bill is also legal director of the Center for Constitutional
Rights and a long time human rights advocate. This article
was written with the assistance of Vladimir Laguerre in Port au
Prince. You can read the opinion at www.crrjustice.org.
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here to contact Mr. Quigley.
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