After the Quake

I’m still kind of numb on how to respond to the earthquake in Haiti, and am waiting to hear more details as it relates to my extended family. The images coming out of the island remind me of New Orleans and Hurricane Katrina: black people suffering through a natural disaster without the resources to deal. Of course, the lack of infrastructure in Haiti makes the crisis all the more grim. I’m a broke-ass freelancer, but I’ll try to scrape some money together to donate and will definitely give blood and clothes. Of course, that still feels like all too little.

The most meaningful thing I can think of to do is write about what Haiti means to me.