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20837: (Chamberlain) To Haiti's poor, peace will do (fwd)



From: Greg Chamberlain <GregChamberlain@compuserve.com>

(LATimes, 23 March 04)



To Haiti's poor, peace will do

Where poverty is a way of life, it's the thugs who are unbearable

By HENRY CHU



PORT-AU-PRINCE -- Life is slowly creeping back to normal after weeks of
violent turmoil in this Caribbean capital.

This is normal in the teeming slum of Cite Soleil: heaps of refuse in the
street. Open gullies for sewers. Ramshackle homes built from a flimsy
patchwork of metal and plywood.

This is normal for Maryse Blain Bruno: hawking drinking glasses and teacups
on the sidewalk. Fending off loan collectors from the bank. Struggling to
feed three children on her own, her husband killed by thugs 2 1/2 years
ago.

It is a measure of just how bad things have gotten in Haiti, just how
abject the misery has become, that "normal" here is a harsh reality of
unrelenting poverty and squalor — and that residents long to return to it.

A new set of leaders has taken over the government after President
Jean-Bertrand Aristide was forced into exile Feb. 29 by an armed revolt.
Prime Minister Gerard Latortue installed a Cabinet on Wednesday in an
attempt to reconcile warring factions and impose some order on a society
reeling from protests, looting and violent death.

All that many Haitians ask for now is a semblance of stability, the freedom
to get on with their lives — as hard and, in many cases, short as they are.
For many, progress has come down to living without the added peril of
flying bullets or roving gangs that punish people for expressing a contrary
political opinion.

"I've always had to fight to eat, and that will remain the same. But at
least I can speak out," said Bruno, 40, who lives in Port-au-Prince's
depressed Bas Peu de Choses neighborhood. "As long as there's security,
things are good."

That's both a modest ambition and a tall order in a land that has witnessed
coup after coup and strongman after strongman in its 200-year history as
the world's first independent black nation.

The new government, billed as a coalition of national unity, is counting on
its team of technocrats to set aside divisive ideology and emphasize
competence in rebuilding ravaged institutions and putting the state back on
its feet. Much of the machinery of government and the economy lie in ruins,
from a battered police force to pillaged industrial parks.

At least in the near term, Haiti's efforts to restore public order will
rely heavily on international troops, the majority of them from the U.S. A
durable peace, however, could prove elusive given the number of guns in
circulation, many of them in the hands of street toughs willing to push
their political views with violence.

Only after a dependable calm has returned will many residents allow
themselves something more extravagant than mere survival: hope.

Rosemene Louis indulged in it a dozen years ago, when Aristide was first
elected on a wave of popular support as a fierce champion of the
downtrodden in the Western Hemisphere's poorest country.

This is a place where life expectancy is lower than in Sudan, only half the
population can read or write, diseases like typhoid and malaria are
rampant, and hunger rates are topped only by those of Somalia and
Afghanistan, according to the United Nations.

Haitians counted on Aristide to make things better. But for many, they grew
worse.

Ten years ago, a small packet of rice cost about 25 cents. Now it's twice
that, which many can't afford. The price of cooking oil has gone up as
well.

With industry laid to waste, thousands of people are out of work, including
Louis' husband.

"At that time, I had hope. But I don't now," said Louis, an ample
32-year-old swathed in a dress the color of the tropical sky. "Sometimes
you feel like screaming, things are so hard…. We can't live this way
anymore."

Louis was peddling yucca crackers on a street corner just a few steps from
her home. Home for Louis, her husband and their seven children is a dark
two-room concrete hut in Cite Soleil, the biggest slum in Port-au-Prince,
acre upon acre of degradation and want.

Pockets of support for Aristide are still strong in neighborhoods like
this, not just among the illiterate thugs he armed and ordered to crush his
perceived enemies, but also among some regular folk who still cling to him
as their advocate.

In interviews since his ouster, Aristide, a fiery former priest who
preached a theology of liberation, said he remained the defender of the
masses. He said his administration fostered important educational and
social projects in Haiti, such as a new medical school in Port-au-Prince
whose campus is now being used as headquarters to the international troops.

But even in places where the priest-turned-president still commands some
loyalty — slums like Cite Soleil and Bel Air, a shantytown rising above the
city's pink-and-white Catholic cathedral — grinding poverty and neglect are
unexorcised demons.

Electricity is scarce; the lightbulb in Louis' anteroom burns for about an
hour a day. Rotting garbage gets dumped and set ablaze in the narrow,
unpaved streets. Flies alight on everything and everyone.

Running water doesn't exist, forcing residents to send their kids to buy
fresh water in big plastic buckets, which they balance carefully on their
heads to take home. Every drop is precious when each bucketful costs about
20 cents.

Underfed children slink around like wraiths, many of them rarely setting
foot in school, which is supposed to be free but, like so many other public
services, is not. When Louis can't afford the tuition for her kids, the
school sends them home until she can pay again.

Her neighbor, Anite Tercier, takes care of four grandchildren between the
ages of 3 and 10. Tercier seems like an average grandmother but has already
outlived Haiti's average life expectancy by four years. She is 56.

She desperately wants to move from Cite Soleil, where gunshots rang out
constantly over the last month, during the height of the turmoil.

"I couldn't sleep at all at night. It was total chaos," said Tercier,
clutching her chest. She has a bad heart, but medication she received from
some missionaries last year ran out long ago.

She looked around at the peeling walls, the grimy dishes on the table, the
single bed. "We don't know how we can keep hanging on," said Tercier, who
sometimes has to skip buying food for a day or two.

The story is similar in other slums in Port-au-Prince. In the Haitian
countryside, hunger, illiteracy, infection and mortality rates are even
higher, and existence is a daily battle amid startling scenes of
environmental devastation. Once-lush hillsides are denuded of trees, which
are turned into charcoal.

Whether the freshly installed, relatively nonpartisan government can
reverse two centuries of instability, incompetence and inequality is an
open question. Technically, it's an interim body, charged with starting the
rebuilding process and paving the way to new elections, which could be as
far as two years away.

Many Haitians are guarded in their reactions to the new leadership, too
accustomed to a repeating cycle of broken promises and sudden reversals to
harbor much optimism.

"It's not what I'm looking for yet," said Bruno, the teacup vendor. She
prefers to wait until the next round of elections before deciding whether
hope is advisable, whether there is any chance that "normal" here can mean
something better than an endless struggle against malnutrition, filth,
deprivation and upheaval.

Serginio Jusme just shakes his head. His 20 years of life have witnessed at
least a dozen fallen dictators and failed democratic governments.

>From his vantage point in front of the imposing Catholic cathedral, where
he sells crudely labeled pirated videos with a friend, he doesn't expect
much.

"The more things change, the more they stay the same," Jusme said.

He smiled, shrugged, then went back to waiting for customers to show up.
Like normal.