Haiti

I don't have a lot to say. It's a bit overwhelming.

There is a very selfish part of me that is just grateful that the epicenter was not close enough to Eduardo to hurt him or anyone in our family.

There is another selfish part of me that feels that I am *more* connected to this than a lot of people. While my time was mostly in the DR with only a very brief sojourn to Haiti, that's my island. You know, not like I own it, but MINE, nonetheless.

There is the historian in me. Feeling a renewed interest in colonial history and Toussaint L'ouverture and the birth of revolt in the Western Hemisphere.

There is the Occidental student in me. A girl who traipsed off to Afro-Haitian dance class with my roommates and Professor Chin every Tuesday and Thursday. Learning about a country through its dance.

Then, finally, there is the common humanity of the whole thing. This isn't about me or how I feel about it. It's about a time to find a common humanity, and act like we ought to all the time: here on this planet to hold one another up when we need it.

Ok, I guess I do have quite a bit to say.