I was recently in Haiti, and what I experienced there made my heart very sad for humanity. Two and a half years ago, when Haiti suffered a devastating earthquake, I, like so many others around the globe, sent what aid I could to the people who lost, if not their lives, then almost everything else: housing, clothing, schools, food, among other basic things.
It was shocking to realize, in Haiti as of last week, that the funds so generously and thoughtfully gathered by the collective human family in an attempt to stand by the people of Haiti who suffered the most from the earthquake, never reached them. That over 400,000 persons: women, men, children, the elderly, the infirm, the mentally stressed, are still homeless, having (some of them) been moved to an internal refugee camp in a desert with no visible sources of either water or food.
Dreading the likely impact this week-end of oncoming tropical storm and possible hurricane Isaac on the fragile tents and shanties displaced Haitians are attempting to live in I can only ask that, again, collectively, humanity will rouse itself to demand to know where are the funds sent with such faith after the earthquake. Why are so many Haitians still homeless? Why are so many without adequate shelter, commiseration, compassion and food? Why are we not allowed to care for each other as we very much wish to do? As a film made about this mismanagement of apparently everything states in its title: Where Did the Money Go?
As catastrophic climate change tightens its grip on the planet, there are bound to be more disasters of the kind that has so harmed Haiti. We would do well, as a human family, to make every attempt to remain steadfast in our support of one another as we face a future far from secure for any of us.