Showing posts with label Haiti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haiti. Show all posts

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Post Earthquake Haiti and gender-based violence


A censored post from March 2010 when I visited Haiti after the earthquake there. I was reprimanded for publishing this on my private blog. Now that I no longer work there, I've decided to re-publish it.

March 2010

I went out near Cite de Soliel today to visit an obstetric hospital that we have been working in for three weeks. I was completely dismayed at the conditions! I walked in and saw a woman delivering her child in front of me (no curtain, no cloths, she was naked and her “privates” were on display) and the baby was dead so the staff had to put it on the floor, I was told. Another woman right next to our office was lying there moaning covered in blood and gore and no one was around her. I felt like I had walked into hell. The government staff here don't give a shit about the women. The agency I work for is desperately trying to motivate them, improve the quality, and try to prevent some maternal and natal deaths. I can’t imagine recommending that we try to even set up a sexual violence program in a hostile setting like this. Our medical coordinator told me that if they put up curtains to screen the privacy of the women delivering, they’d be in worse trouble because they staff would ignore them and not even see them.

Then I went across the street to the displaced camp across the road from the hospital in the old airport- there were young girls bathing naked outside, horrible gangster types swaggering around the camps sexually harrassing our female water/Sanitation engineer. There was a prison break in Haiti during the earthquake and thousands of extremely violent prisoners busted out and headed back to their old haunts. There are daily battles for turfs in the new camps. Our brave Italian woman goes into the camps almost every day – walking around supervising our staff digging latrines and putting in showers. But the gangsters threaten our staff and collapse the latrines at night so we’ll have to pay them to rebuild it. She said she saw a lack of women around and she thought there might be a police action going down that afternoon and the women and children hide to keep from getting caught in the crossfire between the gangsters and the police.

Someone has to get rid of those thugs but the Haitian police are almost as corrupt as the gangsters. We actually had police come into our tent distribution and steal tents from the women and children that we were distributing them to. Our current strategy is to try to encourage the community to resist them. – But they are the victims and victims, by definition are powerless – how can they be expected to resist? We’ll see what we can do – we don’t want to try to push the police to come in there because innocent women and children will be shot. I guess we'll find a way but I think this is where we should be – these people had nothing before the earthquake and they have less now.

I truly believe the adolescent girls are the most at risk in this setting - it's not Darfur where they are raping any woman that goes out to gather firewood. They are yanking young women out of the tents at night if they get "strange ideas in their head from watching them bathe" as the women put it. We're trying like hell to do good Water and Sanitation projects because this issue impacts women the most. I like the idea of a woman's health clinic. If we could focus on family planning, reproductive health, STIs, mental health, and SGBV, we could make a difference. Where we've had mental health programs in similar settings, we've successfully identified SGBV victims- they often show up from the "stress" of dealing with their children or husbands. Even if we're unable to overcome their fear of disclosing that they've been raped or unable to see the numbers everyone thinks is out there, slowly they might come to trust us and seek help. And the rapes aren't going to go away in Haiti. They were there before the earthquake and will be there afterward.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Best of 2010 to date

Here's a few of my photos from my life in 2010 to date. I traveled to India - Delhi/Taj Mahal/Manipur/Kerala, Turkey- Istanbul and the roman ruins near Selcuk, the post-earthquake devastation of Haiti -Port-au-Prince and Carrefour, Edinburgh Scotland, a nice trip with my sister to Charleston South Carolina, and a bike ride with friends through the Tulip Fields of Holland.


Friday, April 02, 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010

Preliminary Thoughts about Haiti

I wrote this post before I went to Haiti after the devastating earthquake there in 2010. I was very burned out and very tired and struggling with the death of my father and hating my job. I was reprimanded for it at work but I no longer work there so I'm publishing it again (for whatever that is worth).


Haiti is a tough country and the earthquake has taken an already poor country that was devastated and made it even worse. What I see in Haiti is the worst poverty I've encountered - it was true when I worked at JSI and hadn't seen much of the world and its true now that I've been to some of the worst places in the world. I went with the nurse outreach workers on Thursday to a little shack in the median of the national highway where an old woman who was naked with a broken hip from the earthquake who has lost her reasoning takes care of a little severely malnourished girl. We bought them out for the Therapeutic Feeding Centre. It was one of the worst places to live I've ever seen. The passing giant 18 wheeler trucks were constantly honking as they went by, the rush of their wind caused the bed sheets that served as her wall to fly in and dust covered their meager belongings. The heat and the noise was unbearable. The floor was muddy and the old grandmother sat on a piece of cardboard and the 2 year old girl just sat their listlessly as we tried to examine her. I've been to India, Congo, Zimbabwe, Darfur, Somali border of Ethiopia, Guatemala, Liberia, and other hotspots and I don't think I've ever seen as much misery as I see here.

Of course, life goes on for those with money as well. The markets are booming and people are selling things. In the guest house that I was in by the Caribbean in Carrefours, men paid prostitutes to have sex with them in the ocean in front of our patio and music, beer, and good times flowed on their side of the wall and if you hadn't seen the collapsed building in front of the entrance to our compound, you
wouldn't know that anything was different from 2000 when I first came here.

I had a rough night last night. I'm in one of the expat houses and in this job, I am of course, the constant new person in the room. It's exhausting always being newly introduced to people and trying to be social and not a burden on the teams. I think Haiti must be affecting me more than I realized and a couple of beers unleashed some real sadness. But it was also partially due to the expat team here- I know that we have to be able to laugh at everything and the humanitarian aid workers of the world have a dark side but some of them take this world weary attitude too far. There was one woman in particular who had a cynical opinion about everything. But there are other colleagues who are proud of our work and fight to make us different from the others and to really stand in solidarity with the people of Haiti. Like anywhere else, with large groups of people, you get a mix.

I was talking with someone about a friend who killed himself a few weeks ago over a cultural issue in his country. I was trying to point out how fucked up the situation was with the arranged marriage and everyone jumped in with their opinions and attitudes and cynical beliefs - none of them knowing what a great person he was and I just couldn't take it - especially since I also lost a close friend of the family to suicide just a few months after my father died. Sometimes, our hardened "been there seen that" attitude really pisses me off. Why are we humanitarians if not to feel like humans?

Everyone here believes that someone has the right to die -which I believe too- but my point was that I wondered if he knew how loved he was and how it would impact people who barely knew him, if he would find life worth living. we believe that the little baby and the grandmother living in the median of the highway have the right to live -even though where they live degrades their human dignity, yet we accept without blinking when a talented and loving and warm colleague kills himself. Was it not mental health issues? Or a cruel and hopeless culture and society? Why were they not as outraged as I was? Or is it just a defensive measure taken to insulate themselves from the horrors around us?

I know I'm the "delicate flower" here (as my father used to tease me) and I sometimes think this was a bad choice for a career as I seem to be unable to block out the sadness and misery sometimes.