(Guest post from Trudy Espinoza’s husband Tim — Trudy is a veteran of many OpSAFE camps in China and helped train the Haitian OpSAFE Team and run the initial camp in Haiti.)

Trudy trains Haitian OpSAFE staff
Howdy All,
We’re at it again. Next week we’ll be sliding into our normal routine, actually a new routine for Trudy. She’s going to slow down. She’s going to slow down or I’m going to shackle her to a large rock. Some of you may have considered her in that condition already but we’re not talking about me. She’s got three things to worry about: working a full time English teaching schedule, being a full time Mommy and getting everything in order for TC’s adoption. It’s time to put TC’s adoption at the top of our list of things to do. It’s almost hard to imagine but that has often given way to other needs. Much of what was already done must be done again since we moved from our original. My sense is that she must also get things in order as this summer looks to be very busy, already. Boss willing, if things pick up, she will be available to help with additional Operation Safe training. There are calls for the training coming in from all over the world; Africa, Haiti, China and others. Jonathan has done a phenomenal job putting these materials together. To see some of what was going on in Haiti and other OpSafe presentations take a look at www.youtube.com/user/operationSAFE.
Getting Trudy to sit down and give us a good idea of what took place in Haiti, the things she did and what she saw, has been like pulling teeth. I understand that. After responding to Thailand’s need following the tsunami and being on the ground a couple days after the Sichuan Earthquake, I understand a little of what she went through. On the other hand, things were radically different with respect to the way the relief effort in Haiti is organized. Of even greater impact is the condition of Haiti before the quake. Its weak central government and crushing poverty meant that prior to the quake 1 in 4 children were malnourished. Though there was progress under the latest regime it was barely a stirring of hope that real concrete progress was a possibility. In the aftermath of the earthquake, hope has been dashed. Desperation has begun to take its place and man’s ability to be inhumane is glaringly obvious.
The Operation Safe Camp went very well. For a first effort in a new language and presented to a new culture of children, it sounds as though it went extremely well. Trudy said it was difficult to get through the sobriety of the kids. When they did laugh they lit the place up but very quickly they would sober and retreat into their shells. She added that they were beautiful, a wonderful privilege to work with, to share with. At the same time, it was impossible to ignore the reality of the situation that produced such sobriety in these children.
Among the things that are lacking in Mizak is the most basic necessities; food, clean water and shelter. Already scarce before the quake, the thin margin between subsistence and starvation is being newly challenged. Even the volunteers were on a nearly subsistence diet for the time they were there. Limited to two meals a day, breakfast and dinner, Trudy said that even that was more then many around them were eating. Breakfast was bread and piece of fruit or cereal. Dinner was beans, rice and a chicken leg. Anyone around them getting such regular food, meager though it was, would have been blessed.
Coming from a culture of excess that we do, seeing such hunger and poverty was horrible for Trudy. From the moment they hit the ground it pervaded every moment of the experience. She writes in the FRM OFH Newsletter:
When we came out of the airport with our luggage carts, it was complete chaos. People were screaming at us. Some were trying to help with bags so you would pay them. Others were asking for money, food, etc. We pushed across the broken asphalt road through mud and slime. One of the nurses was in front of me. She kept dropping her bags off the cart. Another person in front of her was also struggling. All those weeks of practicing French were lost in this moment of desperation. I was so rattled that the only thing coming out of my mouth was Chinese. I shoved bags back on racks and helped push their carts as well as mine. When we pushed through to the main road, the rest of the team was no where in sight. One person was getting a little hysterical and crying,” Where are they?” “Just push forward a little. Don’t worry we will see them.” In a sea of dark faces it would be easy to see the foreigner; I knew this from living in China. You can always spot a foreigner. A worker came back to help and direct us. When we got to the van, the nurse began to cry. I hugged her. She said that she was okay but just gets a little teary. Even as we sat in the van, people came to beg. IT was the same everywhere. They are hungry, starving. You can see it in their gaunt faces and bony frames. Oh that I had the power of Jesus Christ to break out 5 loaves and two fish and feed those empty bellies. Finally, my French lessons came back and yet all I could say was, “Je suis desolee.” “I am so sorry.” Against the rules, I gave away an apple I had in my pocket. Others in the van shoved their sandwiches and power bars out of the window into the hands of the hungry. How could I refuse a cry for food? Welcome to Haiti! I thought as we drove away.
Poor people, desperate people, their need driving them to beg for the things they need. That is something that is understandable. Even stealing to feed loved ones I can understand. Proverbs 30:8-9 says,
Give me neither poverty nor riches–
Feed me with the food allotted to me;
Lest I be full and deny You,
And say, “Who is the LORD?”
Or lest I be poor and steal,
And profane the name of my God.
I can understand what a man or woman might do to feed their families or even themselves but there are horrible things happening that hunger or desperation can not account for.
Among the group that went with Trudy was a team of doctors and nurses. Their experience seems to jibe with what is in the news. Gunshot wounds, rapes of both adult women and children. Other sexual and physical abuse of adults and children as well as spousal abuse is on the rise. An argument between two adults escalating to violence, perhaps a husband and wife, I get that, but the sexual abuse that is going on is out of control.
Perhaps it is the living conditions; boundaries in the makeshift camps may be difficult to maintain. Perhaps the pressure of circumstances completely out of their control has caused people to snap. One woman wanders the countryside, insane. She can not care for herself and has abandoned her child in the HAPI compound. Under these conditions perhaps it is understandable that people would give their children away if there was any hope that they might find a better life even in another country.
Getting Trudy to talk about this experience is not easy. The stories come in bits and pieces as I press her for concrete details. Pressing her, despite her desire not to talk about what she saw, is very important. She needs to be able to get those concrete details out so that she can examine them, respond to them in a healthy way and put them behind her. Please keep her lifted as she works through this. Please lift the whole team that they each have someone to that will listen to what they say.
Please lift up the people of Haiti. The news stories will taper off as interest wanes. The road blocks to relief are simply too numerous to list and too complicated to try and put down in a “short” note. Despite all the lack, what they need most is to know the son. This tiny nation cries out for relief. Please take time to see if the boss has called you to answer their cry. Some will send; others will go.