In the Neighborhood Around Marie's

We started today at the deconstruction site. Hammers were pounding when we arrived at 7:30. Pretty much the same crew as yesterday with the addition of some of the younger kids helping to remove the debris. They were carting it off and dumping it in the streets, the same as everyone else.


The girls were all doing fine at Marie’s with a good looking peanut butter bread and juice breakfast. They seem to fairing well despite the chaos and destruction around them. Shawn and I hung out with them a little this evening before we left—a bit crazy but fun.

We took a walk with Marie around the neighborhood which was really the first time she has seen more than the area immediately around her. Destruction is clearly everywhere with little pattern—well built houses on the ground in rubble, flimsy block building standing next to it. This was all throughout her neighborhood. We visited a doctor and his wife who house is completely gone, living a tent, with nothing but rubble around them. Small tent cities where neighbors have gathered to sleep together were seen in several locations. I had my CNN baseball cap on so people wanted to talk with me and help them somehow. Requests for college funds, food, new homes, prayer, etc. I told them I would help with prayer. Marie is very sad and distraught over all of the loss. We may try to take her into PAP in a few days so she can get a bigger picture of the devastation. Not sure if she will go.

There is a “rumor” that there is free land being “given” away not too far from here. It is a business man who said people can but their tents up there temporarily—but it turned into a free land giveaway rumor. Thousands were walking there maybe 10 miles from here. We drove there and people were staking out their piece of land—probably no bigger that maybe 15 by 15 feet, probably smaller. Both sides of the road were busy with people coming and going to check it out. Many of the work crew had gone to stake out their share. I believe it will be a temporary Refugee camp vs. the “landowner dream” many Haitians had. Marie did see some of the many collapsed buildings along the way, again no pattern to the destruction. She gasped at the collapsed ABC Market as she knows people who died there.

We walked down the road to see Marie’s brother Para Lou who was badly hurt when a security wall fell on him. His face and head were badly injured but he has healed fairly well. Two young children died in that same collapse. It was Marie’s neighbor who saved Para Lou and unburied him from the rubble. He was playing dominos in his familiar place along the wall.

The work crew destroyed another third of the roof today and by tomorrow the concrete roof should be broken into pieces with only the rebar remaining. They may begin to bring the rebar down tomorrow as well.

Shawn and I are doing well. We are staying down the road from Marie’s at Hope House and Debbie, a missionary in Haiti is feeding us well. We get one cold shower at the end of each day while the generator is running. No electricity since the earthquake—there rarely was before the quake. The people have all been very nice. Peace remains in the neighborhoods we have been in.

Haiti 1.29.2010

Haiti kids...

 

Jim and Shawn--Destruction Crew at Orphanage

Spent my 21st wedding anniversary in Haiti without Patty. I know she wants to be here too. Shawn and I spent the entire day at the collapsed church and orphanage. The second story of the church was the orphanage and although severely damaged and non livable it was still standing on top of the collapsed church. In discussing rebuilding it was decided that the old buildings had to come down and the rubble hauled away before anything new could be constructed. Shawn and I knew that it would require heavy equipment to demolish the remaining structure and bull dozers to take it away, and whatever heavy equipment exists in Haiti (which is not much) is being used elsewhere. We were mistaken and must have forgotten we were in Haiti. The Haitians are used to working with their hands. Nineteen neighborhood men arrived at 7AM with hammers in hand. They built rebar hooks and began to pull the concrete block walls down. The chunks of the walls hit the ground with a thunder and shook the school building I was standing on. Then they proceed to take their hammers up onto the roof and begin pounding the concrete and bit by bit it began to come down. They took down about 1/3 of the roof which is about 50 by 100 feet of 8 inch thick concrete and rebar intertwined. They will use the rebar in the construction of any new structure. Amazing people. The best part of this was that when they all got up on the roof they stood and sang praise to God—how cool—19 men singing praise to God in Creole, it was a familiar hymn but I don’t recall the tune right now. It was a great way to start the day.


One of the saddest parts of the day was seeing the crosses come down. They stood high above the neighborhood as a sign that this land had been claimed for Christ! Marie asked for them to be saved and the men would have it no other way. They carefully hammered around the base and broke the rebar and lowered the crosses to the ground with a tow rope. It was similar to stripping the sanctuary on Good Friday—at least that is how my heart felt. I sent Patty pictures and she will try to get them posted somewhere so you can see them. Shawn and I will make a wooden cross and mount it on top of the gate tomorrow to make sure the cross stands high in the neighborhood.

I was wondering how they would get all the rubble out of there and Marie said she has been asked by several of the women in the neighborhood if they could be employed taking the rubble out. They will work all day for a few dollars US and haul all of it away…probably dumping it into the streets.

We asked about the laborers who were swing the hammers as to how much they may make—I would say that somewhere between 3 and 10 dollars US for the day depending on how big you hammer was and how well you used it. They worked hard from 7 to 4 in the heat of day on top of an unstable building, breaking concrete with hammers for what we spend on morning coffee or a quick drive through. They are amazing people and I am glad to know them and become friends with many of them even though I don’t speak their language.

Shawn and I will attempt to arrive there tomorrow and pray with the workers before they begin. Please pray for their safety as well. Many of them are working in sandals, tennis shoes, crocks, and none of them have safety glasses.

I will continue to keep you posted of the events of the day if the internet connection continued to work.

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