All they wanted was some help. Some water, a little food, maybe some medical supplies. But what had started out as an interview with an earthquake victim turned into scary scuffle in downtown Port-au-Prince, the area worst hit by Jan. 12's earthquake. Desperate Haitians clamored for my card on the misapprehension that somehow my Washington, D.C., office number might be the magic pill to alleviate their suffering. I gave out my cards, then produced scraps of paper when I ran out of them, writing down the numbers.
My story isn't unique: CNN nearly sparked a riot when their cameras went into Cité Soleil, one of the poorest areas in Haiti. Everywhere you go, people beg for help, help that has been disjointed at best, preferential at worst. While some search-and-rescue teams were organized by the U.N. to scour the destroyed country grid by grid, others had no guidance whatsoever. Daniel Kedar, for example, arrived from Israel with a 30-person team ready to dig people out of the rubble, only to find no command structure on the ground. "We listen to the radio station without cell phones or a central government source for information it's the only way to find out where to go to search," Kedar said, as a Russian team worked behind him to free two men trapped beneath a house in the Delmas neighborhood. Kedar's team had heard that voices had been detected at the residence, but the Russians had beaten them there. "People could've been saved; there were a lot of air pockets in buildings, but people have just written them off. It's adding to the disaster."
Five days after the earthquake, few rescue teams are holding out hope of finding anyone alive. Hundreds of buildings remain unsearched, and the voices of the dying have grown too faint to hear. Most rescue workers will tell you 96 hours is usually the time to switch from rescue to recovery especially since the lack of rain means those trapped have had no water. But on Saturday people were still being pulled alive from the rubble; three, including two Americans, at the Hotel Montana. Some 16 remained trapped in an upscale supermarket, the Caribbean in Delmas, texting to Turkish and Miami rescuers their condition. (They were reportedly later rescued. The headline: "American Woman Freed.") But, mostly, crews found only death and moved on.
The Montana was the best hotel in town, and the Caribbean one of the swankiest markets. Perhaps because these are the places where people are most likely to be calling from or because the expatriate aid coordinators are more familiar with them the contrast of resources is most striking. Rescue teams from the U.S., France, Spain, Colombia, Ecuador and Chile were at the Montana working frantically to save some 50 to 70 trapped people. Many (several said upwards of half) of the hotel's guests were U.N. workers and almost all of the victims were foreign. Each body found was identified and wrapped reverently in a body bag and sent down the hill to be shipped home or buried, as dozens of reporters watched and filmed. This was one of the first response sites in the country, even though it's 45 minutes from downtown. "We are extremely pleased with the response," said Ganthe Cardozo-Stefanson, one of the hotel's owners. As reporters left, she was leading a contingent of Filipino blue-helmeted U.N. guards out of her house next to the hotel. "People are looting my home," she barked angrily, "and they aren't Haitian, they're white."
Meanwhile, the residents of Canape Vert, a lower-middle-class Haitian suburb behind the hotel, have received no aid whatsoever. Fearing for their health, men piled 31 bodies of family and friends into a mass grave, said Clemente Dirre, 29, a mechanic who lives in Canape Vert. He showed us the grave a bloody hip bone stuck out from beneath the rubble. They worried that the bodies hadn't been buried properly and might cause disease, Dirre said. But even more important, he pleaded, the local residents needed help water, food, tents. Many of the homes in Canape Vert had slid into one another down the hill, severely damaging the surviving structures.
The apparent disparity of aid can only be told anecdotally. There are thousands of destroyed buildings and hundreds of rescue teams in Port-au-Prince. But a potentially bigger humanitarian disaster is rapidly approaching. Without drinkable water and food, many more people will die, and there's a rising tide of anger at all the aid bottlenecked at the airport, with the U.N. and the Haitian government incapable of distributing such vast quantities. Search-and-rescue teams ignore sheets painted with pleas hanging on nearly every other street corner. "Comite Tamanoir. We need help. Food, water, medical. Many children," read one sign in English and Spanish, hanging on the side of a bottled-water shop in Delmas. As rescue specialists, the teams aren't equipped to help the needs of the mobile living.
Life is moving on. Shops are reopening. People are beginning to rebuild. And, whether or not anyone is left alive in the ruins, bulldozers are starting to clear the rubble. Bodies have been collected from the streets. One that we saw by the cathedral on Saturday a woman identified only as Nana, who worked in a photo shop was dumped in a giant mass grave dug in the Port-au-Prince cemetery. Alongside, a separate mass grave was carved out for children. Perhaps as a warning to those who might agitate too much in their hunger and need, a man lay dying next to the mass grave. He had been shot by the police, said 15-year-old Clifford Cadet, ostensibly for looting, along with three others who had already been moved to the mass grave. The man, shot three times in the abdomen, lay pleading faintly as the life seeped out of him and people watched. None would help for fear of the police. No one knew his name.