Day 1
Welcome to the U.N. logistics base of the Port-au-Prince airport, epicenter of the humanitarian effort to bring life-saving assistance to earthquake-stricken Haiti. Now serving as Haiti Emergency Coordinator for Outreach International, headquartered in Independence, I’m here to see how the organization can help with the country’s recovery. Outreach International supports a network of 90 schools and over 9,000 children, and has worked in Haiti since the 1980s.
I flew into Haiti this morning on a U.N. plane, packed with relief workers from around the world.
The logistical challenges are enormous. With hotels overwhelmed, I’m spending the night in a tent, pitched at the end of the airport runway, next to some abandoned aircraft and hundreds of other people working with UN agencies. Airplanes and helicopters roar overhead constantly bringing potential supplies like food, medicine, emergency shelter, and even telecommunications equipment.
Mosquitos are biting, there is dust everywhere, and the heat is oppressive. Everyone is sweating, and I’m uncomfortable. “It’s too hot to even concentrate!” a UN relief worker lamented to me as we met in a makeshift camp cabin. But everyone busies themselves about, doing what they can, loading supplies into big white SUVs. It’s heartwarming to see such a massive international humanitarian response to the tragedy here in Haiti, and I feel humbled to be a small part of it.
However, I’m concerned that many of the discussions here, deciding the fate of many lives, includes few Haitians. The overwhelming majority of people here are from outside the country. By contrast, Outreach International works hard to be driven by the issues identified by local people. So in a few days, I will leave the bustle of this place, and head out into the field, to learn how ordinary Haitians are coping with this crisis.
Day 2
This is Day 2 of my assessment mission as Haiti Emergency Coordinator with Outreach International. This morning I had several meetings with other relief agencies on the UN Logistics base here in Port-au-Prince. There is a sudden ramp-up of the international presence in Haiti, but little infrastructure to handle the influx of aid workers. So we’ve been meeting in dusty white canvas tents – everyone sitting on the gravel floor, with the temperature rising steadily towards 12 noon.
I’m beginning to feel stir crazy, so I hitched a ride up to the offices of a major charity that also works to bring help to Haiti. Weaving through the town, I was saddened to see the destruction wrought by the earthquake. I saw many schools that were cracked, crumbling, or leaning dangerously, and brightly-colored buildings, ribboned by cracks and debris.