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On Saturday, our second day back in Haiti, we got up early and vacated our hotel into Andre's SUV with all our belongings, planning on spending the next night well north of Port-au-Prince in Gonaives. But our first major goal this morning would be to investigate the Truttier refuse and medical waste dump near the giant slum of Cite Soleil adjacent Port-au-Prince, a dump already controversial because even cholera-laced human feces was being dumped into an open and unlined pond there, threatening to contaminate an actual water source that serves Port-au-Prince, Plaine Cul-de-Sac Aquifer.
Inside the ruins of Fort Dimanche, now, in 2011 (photo by Mac McKinney)
going back in time some 45 years, meet this woman, Rosalie Bosquet:
As we approached Fort Dimanche, we drove past these extremely primitive, rusted-out, barely holding together shanties made largely of various lengths of wood and corrugated tin.
A closeup of one shanty and its inhabitants.
As Andre, Georgianne and I parked, climbed out of the SUV and began walking through or leaping over mud, gravel and fetid-looking ponds of water in the short distance to Fort Dimanche, we found ourselves suddenly straddling the intricately interwoven past and present realities of a legacy of deep repression, violence and exploitation, a legacy that has resulted in an all-but-failed State mismanaging a deeply impoverished and abandoned population, all the while predatory forces hover about the land like black-winged vultures. This, perhaps, is more Wasteland than T.S. Eliot ever thought imaginable.
Now we are walking up to the facade of what is left of Fort Dimanche amidst playing or curious children and adults. Note the words to the left of the concrete edge of the second floor's exposed ceiling, "D'EDUCATION DE LA SALINE VILLAGE DEMOCRATIE", which means, roughly, the La Saline Democratic Education Village, so named because some of the vacant spaces inside are being utilized as school rooms for the local kids of La Saline, the shanty-village surrounding the fort.
In the previous photo you may have noticed the golden-tan, disk-like objects on the ground. Here is a closer view. These are "clay cakes", one of the basic staples for many poor in Haiti right now. Although some call them "mud cakes", they are actually made from mineral-rich clay imported from the city of Hinche in central Haiti. The front grounds of Fort Dimanche have now been transformed into a large "clay cake bakery" whose one product is sold cheaply and hopefully daily, depending on the weather, in the surrounding markets.
To my left are more clay cakes and more La Saline shanties and citizens.