Jerry is taking me to affected areas no one has been to.
I wish I could tell you how death feels and I hope I can get rid of it.
I thought I knew death. I don’t.
Updates on Haitian relief efforts by Stefanie Fletcher, a burn and trauma nurse.
Jerry is taking me to affected areas no one has been to.
I wish I could tell you how death feels and I hope I can get rid of it.
I thought I knew death. I don’t.
Some of the relief teams are already having to cycle people back out of country.
It’s very hard here. It’s hard for me too, sometimes, but the Haitian folks I am staying with are amazing and help me more than you could imagine.
Thank you again, Steve, Jerry, and Carla. Your courage and forbearance humbles me every minute.
An army helicopter dropped supplies into a neighborhood called Croix-des-Bouquets, about eight miles northeast of PAP. No one to distribute them, just a naked supply drop. This area of about 450,000 people was not as badly damaged as central Haiti so the Haitian government is planning to locate tent cities here. Ironically, Croix-des-Bouquets used to be a beachtown community, but it was relocated inland after the 1770 quake.
Right now we are sitting in UN - created traffic jams, trying to get to Bistou. There seem to be random caravans of military from all nations (not just the U.S.) moving jeeps and MPs from the airport.
Also Friday night, in the restaurant there was this little brown dog, who had been somewhat cared for but was very thin. I have been avoiding dogs because of the rabies problem here, but she was clearly no threat, and had a collar with tags. Somewhere, some family had loved her.
She laid at my feet and I surrendered and petted her head. Then she slowly got up and just stood and looked at me with her head bowed a bit. I petted her some more and she jumped up on the ledge where I was sitting. She put her head in my lap. We sat for a while this way and then she eased her way into my lap and fell asleep. She had been well loved before the quake.
Then Steve came out of the restaurant and was yelling at me, very animated, that I was crazy, that this was a dirty street dog and I should get up right away. The dog and I both looked at him, probably with the same puzzled expressions on each of our faces. Steve realized we were happy right where we were and walked away, mildly frustrated, but amused.
Leaving her was not easy.
Stef: Some unnamed “official” is being quoted on CNN as saying concerns may be overblown. Sanjay Gupta is blasting them right now. Gupta just had a fucking fit on camera about it.
Fuck the asswipe who said this.
Mark: May I blog this?
Stef: Don’t post yet, till we know who it is, because the descriptive might change.
The wait for basic supplies seems endless you know. By the time they get there we will have lost so many lives due to the incompetent coordination.
Do not believe that there is some threat by the Haitians to riot – or any other excuse. The delay is due to the utter absence of clear, defined leadership.
Many groups have slowed down influx because new arrivals cannot be accommodated, and because of their needs for housing, security, etc.
We have four huge warehouses with 24 hour security available. Or the UN could provide security. The UN base here is just enormous. But then again, I’m just a nurse. Nobody asked for my two cents and when I offer suggestions I realize they don’t really want them.
There are no supplies to count on now. I guess this is a little like how the Haitians have felt for decades. I understand the long term issues but there are going to be so many fucking unnecessary deaths in the meantime.
Kasra Mofarah, Director of Operations for Bambou Generation, the French relief team informs me that for every $15,000 of supplies that are distributed, the US Army spends $30,000 distributing them.
Everyone is talking about the water trucks here. Two companies, Frechelocal and Mag are SELLING the water.
I spent part of the day trying to secure supplies for a children’s clinic in Peterville neighborhood of Port-Au-Prince. There are many children with diarrhea from drinking contaminated water. And babies with diarrhea from being breastfed by mothers who are drinking contaminated water. The babies are the scariest, because they have so little body fat and extra fluid to give up.
It’s almost like everyone has prepared themselves, relief workers and Haitians alike. It is like a movie where everything that can go wrong did . . and you are waiting for the hero to come save the day, only to realize in those last minutes of the movie that there is no hero. You know that really awful feeling when you realize it and you can’t stop watching and you can’t take back that you watched it.
You can forget it if it's a movie.. but tragically, this time we wrote the script. And now we have to live with the ending.
And it will never go away.
Friday began with me afraid I would be leaving because there was no way to get supplies. My own had not come and would not for another week because we were not privileged enough to get a landing slot. So I went to the airport to see if I could find anyone to let me work with them and hiked about four miles with full gear. Striking out, I hiked another mile to the UN command area to give report on my findings.
I reported to the shelter cluster (Bldg 60f) responsible for assessment management and coordination of displaced persons. After writing my report, the nice lady in the air conditioned building (who has probably not been out of the compound) said to me, “we need to know more specific details about where you were in each area. You know each area is really big.”
I had given her the neighborhood names – Delmas, Nazon, Peggyville, Peterville, and Bistou, with the approx. numbers of casualties, infections, and people displaced who needed assistance.
Then she asked if I could identify the areas which had received relief aid. Of course, standing there like a deer in the headlights, I politely and sadly replied, “none, ma’am.”
The nice lady in the air conditioned room thanked me and I’m sure my report was filed in a latrine somewhere.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/01/17/AR2010011702941.html
By William Booth
Washington Post Foreign Service
Monday, January 18, 2010; A08
PETIONVILLE, HAITI -- Through decades of coups, hurricanes, embargoes and economic collapse, members of the wily and powerful business elite of Haiti have learned the art of survival in one of the most chaotic countries on Earth -- and they might come out on top again.
Although Tuesday's 7.0-magnitude earthquake destroyed many buildings in Port-au-Prince, it mostly spared homes and businesses up the mountain in the cool, green suburb of Petionville, home to former presidents and senators.
A palace built atop a mountain by the man who runs one of Haiti's biggest lottery games is still standing. New-car dealers, the big importers, the families that control the port -- they all drove through town with their drivers and security men this past weekend. Only a few homes here were destroyed.
"All the nation is feeling this earthquake -- the poor, the middle class and the richest ones," said Erwin Berthold, owner of the Big Star Market in Petionville. "But we did okay here. We have everything cleaned up inside. We are ready to open. We just need some security. So send in the Marines, okay?"
As Berthold stood outside his two-story market, stocked with fine wines and imported food from Miami and Paris, his customers cruised by and asked when he would reopen. "Maybe Monday!" he shouted, then held up his hand to his ear, for customers to call his cellphone.
So little aid has been distributed that there is not much difference between what the rich have received and what the poor have received. The poor started with little and now have less; the rich simply have supplies to last.
But search-and-rescue operations have been intensely focused on buildings with international aid workers, such as the crushed U.N. headquarters, and on large hotels with international clientele. Some international rescue workers said they are being sent to find foreign nationals first.
There is an extreme, almost feudal divide between rich and poor in Haiti.
The gated and privately guarded neighborhoods resemble a Haitian version of Beverly Hills, but with razor wire.
Elias Abraham opened the door of his pretty walled compound, a semiautomatic pistol on his right hip and his family's passports in his back pocket.
His extended family's four-wheel-drive sport-utility vehicles are filled with gas. He has a generator big enough to power a small hotel. And even if his kids are sleeping in the courtyard because they are afraid of the continuing aftershocks, his maids are dressed in crisp, blue uniforms and his hospitable wife is able to welcome visitors with fresh-brewed coffee.
Abraham has not been unaffected by the quake. His Twins Market grocery store collapsed Tuesday and fell prey to looters Wednesday.
"They took everything," said Abraham, the Haitian-born son of a Syrian Christian merchant family. "I don't care. God bless them. If they need the food, take it. Just don't take it and sell it for a hundred times what it is worth.
"This is not the time to think about making money," he added. "We need security. We need calm."
Up in the mountains, there are flower vendors selling day-old roses across the street from refugees in tents. There are beauty salons, fitness gyms and French restaurants. All of them are shuttered but mostly undamaged.
"Thank God for the mountain," said Wesley Belizaire, who escaped to the hills above Petionville with 15 friends and family members to camp out in a sprawling stucco. "It is so safe, safe, safe." The house belongs to his boss, the owner of a travel agency, who was visiting the Bahamas when the quake struck.
The police are operating out of a well-supplied station in Petionville, where the parking lot was filled with idle police trucks. There have been few reports of looting here, even though the town has banks on every corner.
Hervé Delorme, executive marketing director of Sogebank, stood outside a branch and said the building was safe and sound. "Only because of the electricity and communications we do not have the technology available to open," he said.
Across the street, one of the few pharmacies in the area was open. It was guarded by three Haitian police officers with rifles who let one customer in at a time. Down at the General Hospital, families wandered through the courtyard filled with patients with amputated limbs and open wounds, begging foreigners for medicine.
For better or worse, it will likely be the residents of Petionville who through their government connections, trading companies and interconnected family businesses will receive a large portion of U.S. and international aid and reconstruction money.
After a service at St. Louis Catholic Church in Port-au-Prince early Sunday, Yva Souriac was warning fellow parishioners what would come next with international assistance. "They only give the aid money to the same big families, over and over. So I ask, what is the point? They have given money to these families to help Haiti for 50 years, and look at Haiti. I say the Americans need to make up a new list."
Since last Thursday, MSF has had five planes diverted from Port-au-Prince to the Dominican Republic. The planes carried a total of 85 tonnes of indispensable medical and relief supplies. Now those supplies are being moved by truck. Some trucks have arrived, others are still making their way along the only viable route. It's causing huge delays and we're in a race against time.
The writer is a British surgeon working for Médecins Sans Frontières in Port-au-Prince
I’m at a restaurant somehow still running, owned by a friend of Steve’s– having the best soup I’ve ever had, and cherry juice. The day was a complete mix of horror, hymns to quiet courage, and the absurd.
Dead bodies are on the sidewalks and there are SOS signs everywhere – with NO visible relief effort in 90% of the city’s ruins. I spent the day driving around to random places to help people with survivable injuries. There will be another unnecessary mass death within five days due to untreated infections.
I do not understand why all of the foreign relief agencies behave as though there is no local capacity or ability among these beautiful, resilient people. The Haitians have offered to find me trucks, arrange labor, and “coordinate” supplies. If the truck pans out, we have located emergency food, water, and antibiotics – and we’re off to Leogane, the still neglected epicenter. If we can’t get the truck, a local police officer and his wife will help me set up a local tent clinic and I will treat the children with what I have and what I can scrounge.
If a nuclear war could have survivors, they would be Haitian. Say prayers for them.
After my prayers I had to listen to someone killing a dog, not too far away, and not very quickly. Nothing could drown it out, and nothing will take it away. None of this will go away. Ever.
From the Doctors without Borders website . . .
MSF plane with lifesaving medical supplies diverted from landing in Haiti Patients in dire need of emergency care dying from delays in arrival of medical supplies
This 12-ton cargo was part of the contents of an earlier plane carrying a total of 40 tons of supplies that was blocked from landing on Sunday morning. Since January 14, MSF has had five planes diverted from the original destination of Port-au-Prince to the Dominican Republic. These planes carried a total of 85 tons of medical and relief supplies.
“It is like working in a war situation,” said Rosa Crestani, MSF medical coordinator for Choscal Hospital. “We don’t have any more morphine to manage pain for our patients. We cannot accept that planes carrying lifesaving medical supplies and equipment continue to be turned away while our patients die. Priority must be given to medical supplies entering the country.”
Many of the patients have been pulled from the rubble of collapsed buildings are at grave risk of death from septicemia and the consequences of “crush syndrome,” a condition where damaged muscle tissue releases toxins into the bloodstream and can lead to death from kidney failure. Dialysis machines are vital to keeping patients alive with this condition.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703569004575009493976627772.html#
In Léogane, Miles From the Capital and Waiting for Aid By JOSé DE CóRDOBA And CHARLES FORELLE
LÉOGANE, Haiti – Hilda Alcindor, dean of the nursing school here, has seen 5,000 patients since Tuesday's quake. She and her brigade of nurses and students have sutured countless wounds, delivered six babies and amputated a little girl's arm.
Sunday, a little relief finally arrived in the form of two volunteer doctors who set up operations inside the nursing college. A town of 50,000 just 20 miles west of the capital, Léogane has been left practically to its own resources since Tuesday's earthquake. "Everybody is talking about Port-au-Prince. What about Léogane?" asks Ms. Alcindor who returned to Haiti in 2005 after 30 years of working in Miami hospitals. "Léogane is all broken." If getting aid from Port-au-Prince's airport out to its shattered neighborhoods is difficult, bringing help to devastated outlaying areas has proven to be a monumental challenge.
To plead the city's case, the mayor drove to the capital Saturday.
Scores of injured people ringed the building, clustered in patches of shade.
Joachin Esau, 22 years old, lay on his back with a gash in his shoulder and a badly swollen right leg. He had been at home when the quake hit and his foot was caught by a falling wall. "I spent the entire night under the rubble," says Mr. Esau. Neighbors found him the next morning.
Salomon Roosevelt, the principal of a now flattened elementary school, had come to the nursing school to help. "We need orthopedists and radiologists,"
said Mr. Roosevelt, wearing a smock and a surgical mask. "Nothing has been done. Nothing." Sunday afternoon a little bit of help trickled into Léogane.
In front of a United Nations compound, a dozen Argentine doctors and medics were setting up a tent for a field hospital. Three Canadian rescue workers were heading out to survey the damage and preparing for the arrival of another eight of their colleagues. "Aid is now beginning to flow into Port-au-Prince, but we are trying to get out to areas that are potentially underserved," said Chris Kaley, a Vancouver paramedic.
Write to Charles Forelle at charles.forelle@wsj.com
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The Florida cruise company leases a picturesque wooded peninsula and its five pristine beaches from the government for passengers to "cut loose" with watersports, barbecues, and shopping for trinkets at a craft market before returning on board before dusk. Safety is guaranteed by armed guards at the gate.The decision to go ahead with the visit has divided passengers. The ships carry some food aid, and the cruise line has pledged to donate all proceeds from the visit to help stricken Haitians. But many passengers will stay aboard when they dock; one said he was "sickened".
"I just can't see myself sunning on the beach, playing in the water, eating a barbecue, and enjoying a cocktail while [in Port-au-Prince] there are tens of thousands of dead people being piled up on the streets, with the survivors stunned and looking for food and water," one passenger wrote on the Cruise Critic internet forum.
"It was hard enough to sit and eat a picnic lunch at Labadee before the quake, knowing how many Haitians were starving," said another. "I can't imagine having to choke down a burger there now.
Despite repeated aftershocks following the 7.2 earthquake that shook Haiti on Tuesday, a 60-member relief team of Cuban healthcare professionals is already providing medical assistance in that country.
The team is part of the Henry Reeve emergency medical brigade, a contingent of Cuban doctors specializing in disaster situations and epidemics created by Fidel Castro to bring professional assistance to peoples in need in any corner of the world.
In a catastrophe report published by the Cubadebate website, Cuban radio correspondent Isidro Fardales reports that this group of specialists brings the total number of Cuban doctors working in Haiti to 300, many of whom were sent to Puerto Principe in the aftermath of the earthquake.
Upon arriving in Haiti, Fardales reports the following, “We arrived at a field hospital located in the central courtyard of a place Haitians call the El Anexo, a facility within the Military Hospital facilities.
“There, under a big tent, Cuban surgeons tirelessly treat every patient that comes in, injured or mutilated; although the line of people waiting for assistance seems to stretch on forever.
“As I write this, our medical staff has already treated more than a thousand patients in little more than 24 hours, and dozens of them have undergone emergency life-saving surgery.
“Another field hospital has been set up in the Renacimiento Ophthalmology Center, the hospital that used to house the Milagros mission [Cuban-Venezuelan Free Eye-Surgery Program] in Haiti.”
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122674038
85 Elderly Quake Survivors Await Death In Haiti
by The Associated Press
PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti January 17, 2010, 01:09 pm ET
The old lady crawls in the dirt, wailing for her pills. The elderly man lies motionless as rats pick at his overflowing diaper. There is no food, water or medicine for the 85 surviving residents of the Port-au-Prince Municipal Nursing Home, just a mile (1 1/2 kilometers) from the airport where a massive international aid effort is taking shape.
"Help us, help us," 69-year-old Mari-Ange Levee begged Sunday, lying on the ground with a broken leg and ribs. A cluster of flies swarmed the open fracture in her skull.
One man has already died, and administrator Jean Emmanuel said more would follow soon unless water and food arrive immediately.
"I appeal to anybody to bring us anything, or others won't live until tonight," he said, motioning toward five men and women who were having trouble breathing, a sign that the end was near.
The dead man was Joseph Julien, a 70-year-old diabetic who was pulled from the partially collapsed building and passed away Thursday for lack of food.
His rotting body lies on a mattress, nearly indistinguishable from the living around him.
With six residents killed in the quake, the institution now has 25 men and 60 women camped outside their former home. Some have a mattress in the dirt to lie on. Others don't.
Madeleine Dautriche, 75, said some of the residents had pooled their money to buy three packets of pasta, which the dozens of pensioners shared on Thursday, their last meal. Since there was no drinking water, some didn't touch the noodles because they were cooked in gutter water.
Dautriche noted that many residents wore diapers that hadn't been changed since the quake.
"The problem is, rats are coming to it," she said.
Old men and women lay camped outside their quake damaged nursing home in Port-au-Prince, Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010. More than 100 elders are living outside the home with no food or care other than an occasional bath from two orderlies who remained to help.
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An elderly woman begs for food from people passing by as she lays with other senior citizens outside their nursing home in Port-au-Prince, Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010i. More than 100 old men and women were living outside the home, that was damaged during Tuesday's earthquake, with no food or care other than an occasional bath from two orderlies who remained to help.
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An old man is fed a few nuts from his nephew while lying outside his quake damaged nursing home in Port-au-Prince, Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010. More than 100 old men and women were living outside the home, that was damaged during Tuesday's earthquake, with no food or care other than an occasional bath from two medical orderlies who remained to help.
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An medical orderly waves flies off an old man asleep on the ground outside his nursing home in Port-au-Prince, Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010. More than 100 old men and women were living outside the home, that was damaged during Tuesday's earthquake, with no food or care other than an occasional bath from two orderlies who remained to help.