Beauty Salon in Jacmel |
Tent where I worked in March 2010, now collapsed. |
Much as changed. The
hospital is no longer controlled by security. The long lines of patients are
gone. The tent that I worked in has been raised up on a wooden platform,
presumably after it flooded during a rainy season, but the platform was poorly
constructed and the tent collapsed and this extra hospital room is no longer
functional. The Medicines Sans Frontiers tents are no longer there. The tent with the Cuban doctors
is gone. All that remains is the original hospital with an obstetrics area, an
ophthalmology area, an emergency and outpatient area, and a small inpatient
service. The grounds seemed deserted by comparison, which I guess is good.
Hopefully this means that health has returned to the community.
Tiled street art in Jacmel. |
Jacmel looks
positively prosperous. The rubble is gone. The community plans are for the city to be a major
tourist destination with facilities for cruise ships. The harbor looks
adequate. After the quake, a Canadian Armed Forces Vessel was offshore.
Canadian soldiers helped rebuild the airport at Jacmel.
Political art in hotel in Jacmel. |
Haitians are a
creative people and Jacmel is a creative hub for the country. The art and music
in the streets and in the cafes is exciting.
The bold colors
and the cultural, religious, and political themes of the paintings, the masks,
and the carvings are distinctive and exceptional.
Music is woven
into how the Haitians move and talk. Some of the music reminds me of New
Orleans and I wonder if this Louisiana city traces the Carnival sound to Haiti.
While in Haiti, I
am reading a wonderful set of three novellas by Marie Vieux-Chauvet, who wrote
about the persecution during the years
of the Duvalier dictatorship. Vieux-Chauvet lived during my parent’s
generation. She was a gifted writer and she has helped me put Haitian culture
into historical perspective.
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