“When will the dead be left in peace?” This question was repeatedly asked of me by closest colleagues, (and others around us), as we witness yet another display of ignorance and political opportunism at the ceremonial mass grave site in Titanyen. While at the time I was to angry to allow words to escape
Auditing the Condition of the Mass Graves… It’s Sunday morning, which means it is time that I turn my full attention towards the less pleasant portion of my work here in a Haiti; death, desecration and despair. In a few moments I will travel to Titanyen to audit and record the condition of the mass
Haiti Trip (June ’14), Day Two: It’s nearing dusk in Haiti and I’m exhausted. Unfortunately for me, my workday is hours from completion and I am miles away from my next appointment. Since I will not have access to the Internet until much later this evening, here is a brief overview of today’s activities. I
‘For the fallen there is only silence. It is we who make the noise.’ These words came to me in 2010 when I first knelt amongst the visible bones and human carnage in Titanyen. They struck me like a hammer to an anvil and they still resonate within my soul each and everyday. As
4 years ago today close to 300,000 Haitians lost their lives in less time than it will take you to read this post. If being crushed to death wasn’t a cruel enough fate, most of the innocent victims found their way into the back of dump trucks and were unceremoniously deposited into mass burial
It’s early Wednesday morning and I am awaiting my flight from Tampa to Miami en route to Haiti. Since I will be on the go from the moment I deplane in Port au Prince, I thought it wise to check-in before fully engaging in the tasks that await me. Though I will be in
In August, while mapping out new GPS coordinates for unmarked mass graves in Haiti, I discovered that one of the main mass grave sites in Titanyen was once again being used as a landfill for garbage. Though filled with great rage and immense sadness at what I had uncovered, I resolved then and there
I’m in New York City in a hotel that borders Ground Zero. From my window on the 17th floor the scars of 9/11 are still visible, though new construction courageously pushes back against the devastation wrought here long ago. As I gaze below there is a reverence to this place that only mass death
Just after sunrise, I met with Father Frechette (a well respected religious figure and hospital administrator) to discuss his experiences and activities in Titanyen. For years Father Frechette has provided dignity for the dead by burying murder victims of the coups, epidemics, and various natural disasters (hurricanes and the earthquake). Additionally, he has
It’s early Tuesday morning and I am awaiting my flight from Tampa to Miami en-route to Haiti. Since I will be on the go from the moment I deplane in Port au Prince, I thought it wise to check-in now while I have a access to the Internet and before engaging in another grueling schedule.
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