Angry in My Living Room

As of right now, a container full of tarps, supplies and a flat-bed truck, destined for Carrefour, is sitting at the port in Gonaive. It has been sitting there for almost three weeks now, while our friends in Haiti: Dieudonne, Jean-Michelle, Rodney, Bryan, (when he was there and now from here on the phone), and others, have worked to negotiate its release from Haitian port authorities, who are currently demanding $200 for each "piece of paper" (ie: manifests, signature documents, etc.). Of course the number of papers required for its release keeps increasing. Ah, life was good before customs was "back in efficient working order."

There are other containers in process of shipment right now from other organizations who are now helping the Carrefour area that will undoubtedly meet the same fate. We are all very frustrated and the government officials in Port-au-Prince claim that "their hands are tied."

When Rod's container ships to Jeremie, you can be sure it won't be going through Gonaive. I came home to hear Bryan yelling on the phone in Creole. He is very frustrated (understatement).

We used to just pay the bribes after wheedling them down. Now, however, we thought that surely, in the wake of such a disaster, there would be a general outcry against this kind of corruption, which is literally taking food from the mouths of children and shelter from their families. But nothing.

And the rain is coming.

Anybody want to call the New York Times? Anybody want to call God?