Here I sit.
It’s so difficult to go about a normal teaching day, while at this very moment, scores of Haitians are struggling to survive.
It’s a haunting reality.
Every tweet on Twitter and every status update on Facebook, in my opinion, should be devoted to Haiti. How can the world think of anything else? The images of dead babies, women and children walking aimlessly down the streets, fathers crying tears for their loved ones, and here I sit – writing – thinking – drifting, and really, doing nothing. Yes. I gave. But that to me is not good enough for this writer > me.
After my blog posting yesterday, a woman asked me, do you have relatives there? And while I don’t, I have a lot of friends who are Haitian and the fact that they are Haitian and I am not, really doesn’t matter. They are people who need our help.
But there are writers who are doing something.
According to Marjorie Kehe at Christian Science Monitor, Haitian-American writer Edwidge Danticat, who authored "Breath, Eyes, Memory," "The Dewbreaker," and "Brother, I Am Dying," has been speaking out about the earthquake that has ravaged her hometown. "She refers to the earthquake as "an apocalypse for this small and often tried country."
Wall Street Journal writer, Jeffrey A. Trachtenberg also interviewed Kehe.
"The author, interviewed in Miami by telephone, noted that a number of international writers had been expected to meet Jan. 14 in Haiti to discuss literature, as part of a broader arts festival that got underway Jan. 1. A blog that comments on Caribbean culture, Repeating Islands, said that 50 authors had been expected to attend." (via Haiti Novelist Edwidge Danticat: ‘Magnitude of This is Immense’by Jeffrey A. Trachtenberg)
Now I am off to teach my next class, how to use MovieMaker. And something just does not seem right about that.