#197 Marlborough & Polk
16 July 2021 // San Diego, California
Holding my Haitian friends close right now.
The assassination of President Moise puts Haiti in a very concerning place. This has less to do with his politics or effectiveness as a leader and more to do with the reality that a situation which was already extremely fragile just got a whole lot more uncertain.
To properly Haiti’s current situation, one needs the context of white supremacy, French and American imperialism, and the environment since the 1700s. However this current moment of uncertainty really worsened about two years ago.
An economic crisis converged with a spike in gas prices, triggering riots, crackdowns, and a constitutional referendum attempting to greatly expand presidential power. (There’s a lot more, but the basic picture is a domino effect of stressors)
By the time COVID came around, it could only rank so high on a list of concerns amidst everything else going on. But it too contributed to the chaos. As leadership became a lot more fragile, people tried filling the power vacuum. Both politically and in the streets via gangs.
Due to the pandemic, ongoing political crisis, and now the assassination, a large number of high government positions are vacant.
Roadside kidnappings became common. To the point where many Haitians were taking small boats around the perimeter of the island to deliver goods.
Now the uncertainty has reached new levels. With a vacancy in power, there will likely be many efforts to claim authority and it would be naive not to prepare for some of those struggles to turn violent.
My teammates in Haiti’s cities are sheltering at home for now.
I hate that these are the things people know about Haiti. It’s important to pay attention, but the Haiti I know is more. It’s Nael and Dieula and Messoyel and Ramon and Gernita…
…in 2018, just before things went downhill, I paid a visit to Haiti. It was after a long stretch of trying to become parents, realizing health concerns might prevent that, and feeling very discouraged.
These people shared so openly with me their hardest moments. The earthquake. Losing a brother in a car crash. Losing control over alcohol. Yet they didn’t give up. Their stories were the dose of hope I needed. Sending hope back.