Under the Surface, by Carole Howard

When I posted my last blog (Turning Swords into Plowshares), we were about to leave for some volunteering and some vacationing in the Dominican Republic. Mother Nature kindly reminded us why we like to escape the winter by providing a massive snowstorm that delayed our flight for 24 hours.

The trip was an eye-opener, though not exactly in the way we expected. As for the work we did, well, let’s just say I’ll never get a job constructing cement walls, though I’d have a better shot at a job painting bee boxes or schools. There were five of us volunteering and, in truth, I think the amount of work we got done in five days could have been done better by a couple of Dominicans working one afternoon. Plus they’d get paid. But we quickly realized that wasn’t the point. Or, rather, it wasn’t the whole point.

To understand the rest of the point, you need a little background.

12654133_10205814999629617_268236841898087572_nBack in the 1930’s, there were very productive sugar cane producers in the DR and not enough Dominicans who wanted to work in them. So the government of the DR invited the neighboring Haitians to come and work. (Haiti and the DR share an island named Hispaniola.)

So far, so good.

Unfortunately, the DR didn’t give the workers citizenship, and when they had children, the children also didn’t get citizenship. And neither did those children have Haitian citizenship. It’s now three or four generations (and one massacre) later, the sugar cane factories have closed and there are about 2,000,000 Haitian Dominicans who are, ironically, neither Haitian nor Dominican. No citizenship, no work papers, no nothing. Even if there were jobs, they couldn’t get them. Let’s just say the word “poor” doesn’t do any of it justice. Neither does “desperate.”

They live in communities called Batteys (bat TAYs), until the DR deports them to “their” country where there’s even less for them. That’s where we worked, in the Batteys. So it wasn’t just about the work we did, it was also about the demonstration of fellowship for a group of people in an impossible no-exit situation with not many friends.

One of the things that struck me – actually, it hit me over the head – is that I knew nothing about this terrible problem. I bet you don’t either. Syria, yes. Dominicans of Haitian descent, no. My experience in the Dominican Republic made me realize there are almost certainly many other tragedies we know nothing about.

“Tragic” doesn’t even come close.  Do you want to call attention to something you know about that we might be unaware of?

*     *     *

Carole Howard is the author of Deadly Adagio, a murder mystery set in West Africa, published by Indigo Sea Press.








Filed under writing

4 responses to “Under the Surface, by Carole Howard

  1. I spent 18 month in the Dominican Republic, it was 1983-84, and there I left a piece of my heart… and I was young, very young. I saw the poverty of the “campesinos”, the one living inside small houses made with bricks and earth and with the roofs of metas sheet… I ran away from there in a hurry, leaving all my things, with a flight of Dominicana de Aviacion full of gringos, after a military puch against the president Salvador Jorge Blanco… but this isn’t reported, I guess there was even worst around in El Salvador in Central America. I loved the dominican people, their music merengue and the food. The beaches were just a dream… with cristal water and the nature from the sea side up to the Hills, just green and uncontaminated. You know what? I never had the impulse to go back there since I’m sure everything is drastically changed, to the worst. So I prefer to keep dreaming into my memories… oh, yes, that right I’m a coward. :-)c

  2. You are right. I didn’t know this. I wonder how many other places this happens.

  3. I, too, didn’t know this. Thank you, Carole, for bring it to our attention. And thank you for trying to demonstrate to these people your fellowship and support. I can only pray that something will be done to rectify this terrible situation.

  4. Thanks, Sheila. And thanks, Coco. It was quite an eye-opener for me, too.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.