tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21290942658469992852024-03-13T16:18:29.729-07:00The Restless VisionaryDr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-20906354664695622422014-12-29T07:45:00.000-08:002014-12-29T07:45:34.588-08:00La nomination épiphénomène d’Evans Paul K-Plume pour le poste de Premier Ministre
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span lang="FR" style="color: #999999; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">La nomination, de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mr. Evans Paul au poste de Premier Ministre par le Président de la République
Mr. Michel Martelly ce jeudi 25 Décembre 2014 dans l’ensemble, apparait d’être
un choix idéal <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>d’après les opinions exprimées
dans les médias.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mr. Evans Paul dit K-Plume sans nul doute est un vétéran
politicien, homme de terrain, combattant féroce depuis 1990 comme allié de l’ex
Président Jean Bertrand Aristide et d’une expérience extraordinaire qui passe
de présentation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Face à une conjoncture
aussi difficile et face à un temps aussi court, aura-t-il le temps pour se préparer
et être confirmé par un Parlement qui lui-même est également dans la course
contre le temps.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Plus récemment sa participation dans la Commission
Consultative Présidentielle a encore projeté Mr. Evans Paul sous les phares brillants
de la scène politique face à une crise visible et même tangible dont les
résultats néfastes et anticipés planent sur le pays à une vitesse
incommensurable comparable à un astéroïde.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>La nouvelle de cette nomination dans les médias sociaux a été perçue
comme clé à la solution de la crise à dix (10) jours francs qui nous ramènent
exactement au 12 Janvier 2015, une date mystifiée par le dernier événement séismique
du 12 Janvier 2010, une date souillée par des plaies et des cicatrices très
profondes qui marqueront notre société pour des siècles à venir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cette date, serait elle une simple harmonie
humaine et spirituelle, le choix de nos actions ou l’absence de nos actions qui
seraient alors prédestiné par un accomplissement spirituel?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Une comparaison certaine que nos collègues
politiciens rejetteraient d’un revers de la main.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nos superstitions et notre attachement
inconscient au colonialisme ont corrompu notre capacité de peuple de penser et
d’agir de façon décontracté et autonome.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Bien tôt quatre (4) ans nous n’avions pas eu des élections,
au moins ce que nous réclame la démocratie et du moins ce que nous avions
accepté et mis d’accord à pratiquer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Très
bien tôt nous passerons de plus de cinq mille (5000) élus à seulement onze (11)
élus : le Président de la République et dix (10) Sénateurs. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Une opposition « Zo Blòd », pas sans
raison, reste ferme et mobilisée à atteindre son objectif qui n’est autre que
la démission du Président Michel Martelly et un Parlement qui spécule ses jours
face à une décrépitude certaine. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Et voilà..., par suite des recommandations de la Commission
Consultative Présidentielle, une cascade d’événements se bouscule, vue et observée
par plusieurs comme solution à la crise et par d’autres comme des suggestions
plutôt travesties sans éthique et à caractères provoquant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Malheureusement
le pays et son peuple restent encore sans issue réel face à la
« Sunami » politique du 12 Janvier 2015. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mr. Evans Paul a été offert une offre presqu’irrésistible
que peut être tout aspirant politicien aurait souhaité de recevoir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bien que nous le sachions, K-Plume ne s’est
pas prononcé en publique mais est reporté dire qu’il est honoré du choix du Président
de la République.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr. K-Plume aurait pu
faire preuve de politicien intelligent de décliner cette nomination face à
cette fraction spatio-temporelle politique.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mr. Evans Paul n’est pas la solution pour au moins ce moment, un moment
qui risque de détruire toute sa carrière politique pour laquelle il a tant luté
presque toute une vie.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Alors pense-t-on que la crise aussi dangereuse qu’elle
soit va faire voler 16 de 20 Sénateurs à la ratification de Mr. Evans Paul dans
moins de 10 jours francs ? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Beaucoup
de nous en doute fortement, sans d’autres accords politiques parallèles. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Et si oui et sans accords, quel serait
l’avenir anticipé et redouté du Parlement, de notre Démocratie, du Président de
la République, de l’Opposition et du peuple en général ?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Si une opportunité s’est présentée pour Mr. Evans Paul,
c’est certainement pas celle de la Primature, c’est plutôt celle d’un médiateur
national qui aura à sa portée un canevas historique ou lui seul aura le
leadership d’esquisser le tableau de la réconciliation nationale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ainsi, dans un futur pas trop lointain, Mr.
Evans Paul aura des circonstances historiques de couronner sa carrière à
n’importe quel poste électif qu’il aurait choisi ou à n’importe quel poste
nominatif qui lui serait offert et ratifié à l’unanimité par un Parlement qui
serait digne de représentation, élective, quantitative et qualitative. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Haïtiens mes frères, ne faisons pas de 2015 une année de
malheur bien qu’elle pèse si lourdement sur nos épaules.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pour longtemps nous avions refusé de nous
comprendre, nous avions persisté dans des débats infinis, des luttes perpétuelles
entre frères et frères, entre sœurs et sœurs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nous réclamons chaque jour notre souveraineté mais notre conduite prouve
le contraire et nous jette toujours et encore sous la tutelle
internationale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cessons de « Chire
pit » et soyons plus lucide.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">La nomination de Mr. Evans Paul n’a rien à voir avec la
solution de cette crise, ni un volte de face du Président de la République <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dans un monde un peu trop vieux et encore pire
le renouvellement du mandat de nos parlementaires.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">L’année 2015 devrait être pourtant être une année de
joie, de festivité et de délivrance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>L’année
2015 marquera 412 ans d’existence d’un peuple dispersé qui malheureusement
l’est encore spirituellement et physiquement et jusqu'à présent ignore son
origine et sa propre identité.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Aujourd’hui même dans ce chaos qui nous menace, nous
avons la convenance d’en sortir victorieux.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Haiti sortira du désert d’insalubrité, d’incohésion politique, de misère
et de malheur.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Haiti connaitra son
identité et sa vraie place dans le monde, l’international le sait et pourquoi
pas nous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ne soyons pas complices de
notre propre destruction, évitons les distractions instrumentales et
circonstantielles. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span lang="FR" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">La solution de cette crise politique est dans notre
attitude et notre comportement de nous mettre d’accord sur une solution
provisoire et d’accord à ne plus répéter les erreurs du passé avec une nouvelle
vision et de nouvelles directives. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-40572116540393601462014-12-27T05:26:00.000-08:002014-12-27T05:29:27.256-08:00<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">CURRENT SITUATION OF HAITI'S POLITICS </span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dr. EDDY DELALEU'S POSITION AND SUGGESTIONS</span></strong><br />
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After assessing the negative evolution of Haiti’s politics, I have decided
today to clarify my position on the alarming condition of the current crisis
weighing heavily on the conscience of our political actors. In the past, I have
actively endorsed and publicly supported Michel Martelly during the 2011
elections as well as during the first year of his term. Nonetheless I must
denounce the indisputable inefficiency during the last three years of his
mandate.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By virtue of available
funds and despite progress disproportionate to what has been reported by the Martelly/Lamothe
government, yet another poignant observation can be made: this accumulation of
excess deviations by the Martelly/ Lamothe administration has led us to today’spolitical
crisis. At present, in regards to the foreboding deadline of mid-January 2015, there
is a limited time to change the path of our young democracy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Notwithstanding
the maladministration of Michel Martelly, I am obliged to rebuke the Martelly
government for not holding elections for four years. This stance of non-action
had been supported and encouraged by his advisers as was recently made public
by one of the friends of the executive power, Senator Edo Zenny.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What can we do
when faced with such limited time? The Presidential Advisory Commission has
done an excellent job but in regards to its proposals, I am convinced, it could
have done a better job.<span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The immediate
resolution of this critical situation has certainly not been the premature
resignation of Prime Minister Laurent Lamothe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He should have provided a verifiable report of his administrative
management, and he will inevitably have to provide one in the near future. The
resolution of this crisis is not in the resignation of Mr. Arnel Alexis,
Chairman of the Supreme Court of Justice. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although we seem to refuse to admit it, the
problem lies in the inevitable obsolescence of the republican institutions and
more specifically the Parliament that must at all costs be avoided. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In addition to
the suggestions of several sound politicians, I propose the following:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1-</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Promulgate a national consciousness with one
common interest: Haiti. Not only to say it but also to apply it in all domains
whether public or private.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2-</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Agree not to repeat the disastrous mistakes of
the past that have contributed to our country’s present delay in development.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3-</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Avoid using certain derogatory terms and be
prepared to make important decisions outside the constitution that are imposed
to us by the actual circumstances. Such decisions should be taken by
parliamentarians regardless of their political convictions for the sole purpose
of safeguarding the republic.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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issue of the President’s resignation in political negotiations.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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tags. Reject the resignation en masse of CEP members. This will optimize the administration’s
use of time instead of eternal renewal process and inter-institutional
recommendations.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Mr. Arnel Alexis, will take steps to strengthen certain administrative matters
and will take a proactive and public position with the other two branches (the
parliament and the executive) in order to ensure the electoral process and to advance
the equitable formation of a new government.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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identification and release of all political prisoners. In this process,
President Michel Martelly in consultation with Mr. Arnel Alexis will ensure
that no criminal is identified and released as a "Political
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steps to work with the judicial and legislative powers and encourage ongoing
dialogue with the opposition.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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executive and will uniquely mobilize (just like all other political entities)
in the preparation of the next elections.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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not to engage in collated struggles that will come to nothing other thana civil
war causing inevitable and unwarranted loss of innocent victims and collateral
damage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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new principles in their choice of candidates. The people will avoid repeating
the same mistakes of past elections and will no longer allow themselves to be influenced
by impulsive and baseless promises from candidates.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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will soon come upon its 412<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> year in the wilderness of
unhealthiness and poverty, class differences and religions in search of
spiritual liberation,developmental and socioeconomic explosion. We cannot give ourselves
the leisure not to be united and ignore this prophecy that shines above us. It
is time that we become aware of ourselves as free people aspiring to a better
future for ourselves and our children. Overall, I am sure we can ultimately
change the face of Haiti. If not, Haiti will change without us and against us
at the cost of the destruction of our people</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-87902730244209621382013-04-07T16:40:00.001-07:002013-04-07T16:40:36.604-07:00TABERNALE CHURCH OF PRAISE <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A dream contrarily to the popular belief is never too
small.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God in his almighty power somehow
inspires us every day, it is up to us to believe, interpret and act. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Reverend
Ecclesias Donatien</b> a friend of mine for many years had such a small dream
or maybe a revelation that he dared to believe and acted upon it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His story began sometimes in 1992, 2 years
before the inception of Operation Hope For Children Of Haiti with which some
years later he and I have partnered and engaged in multiple humanitarian
activities in the north and other parts of the country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8d1OvsvoCpjCyCFAMMIHZtoqB2FlWNGhpF8IXdNEigH5Rwvh5_BdbP0SaERMW6WLtPHxuPinEe-CqYmh_c8MOr1rZjFvuY0W3-8pypiWI6WfmuSmT3g_ZP53-iMToU_bZE4AQiZ_KEQ/s1600/Rev.+Ecclesias+Donatien.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8d1OvsvoCpjCyCFAMMIHZtoqB2FlWNGhpF8IXdNEigH5Rwvh5_BdbP0SaERMW6WLtPHxuPinEe-CqYmh_c8MOr1rZjFvuY0W3-8pypiWI6WfmuSmT3g_ZP53-iMToU_bZE4AQiZ_KEQ/s320/Rev.+Ecclesias+Donatien.jpg" width="211" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a dark winter
night in January 1992, the stars and the moon were hidden by gloomy clouds over
the northern part of Haiti more precisely over the historic city of Cap
Haitian.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reveverend Ecclesias plunged
into prayer in that evening commemorating his forty third anniversary as his
usual nightly practice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a good
hour into deep communication with the Lord, came suddenly this revelation in
which he was ordered by God to build a Tabernacle. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without hesitation or question, he invested in
a small parcel of land and began his godly mission under a few mango trees with
only three church members.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His
perseverance against all odds and his beliefs in God, gave him the strength to
persevere and never weaken to achieve what he has achieved today, all in the
name of Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As late in this century, it may be a surprise to many that
prayers and fasting were rare subjects and may have been considered taboo in an
environment whose members have lived centuries of superstition and supernatural
beliefs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reverend Ecclesias was resolute
as he, without questions allowed himself to feel the Holy Spirit blowing on him
the wind of the direction showing him step by step the path of the Tabernacle
Church of Praise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was in essence a
simple task for a true believer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God
ordered and he obeyed, everybody was bewildered as God continues to create his
miracle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Tabernacle became a
motivation for all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just like me, Rev. Ecclesias don’t take pleasure bragging in
our humanitarian accomplishments however, he has something that I don’t have,
something that all men wished to have: <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the gift of prayer</i></b>, unfortunately
that does not come so easy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I asked
him what was the key for his success, he simply replied: “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">One husband and one wife</i></b>”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That answer, as I remember it today, made me
shed lots of tears because I believe and know deep in my heart that is where I
failed… I prayed God for his forgiveness as Reverend Ecclesias prayed for
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">OUR PROJECT:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<u>The Covering</u>”, “God, save us from the
sun and the rain”<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As members of the church, Dr. Reynald Janvier and I for
quite a while were involved in different projects outside the house of worship
but were watching with a close attention to the improvement and construction
completion the Tabernacle urgently needed. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reverend Ecclesias was on several occasions
lied to, mislead to by many national and international visitors promising to at
least put a most needed roof over more than 10,000 worshippers whom often and
always are trampled by heavy rains and scorching suns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Realizing the unspoken suffering of so many,
realizing the humble wish of this friend, Reverend Ecclesias shepherd of his faithful
flock;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>we have engaged and embraced this
challenging project to do everything within the power anointed in us to commit
Operation Hope and the Tabernacle Church of Praise to build this ROOF “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The Covering</b>”, the Tabernacle 10,000
faithful<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>urgently need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZQmsJJQvQO3w1fLQG98IjUgl6xNnEDF1nUpz9Uf5eaBhVpeBrf6AA7m2Uaw9YAUhQJ9zznOGddJtz0gDmutw8N6ZQqUaZKhpWyr535IQYTw7yzcT1M0_wn6S2eSMrlV7_Z7g8kngpQA/s1600/100_2897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZQmsJJQvQO3w1fLQG98IjUgl6xNnEDF1nUpz9Uf5eaBhVpeBrf6AA7m2Uaw9YAUhQJ9zznOGddJtz0gDmutw8N6ZQqUaZKhpWyr535IQYTw7yzcT1M0_wn6S2eSMrlV7_Z7g8kngpQA/s320/100_2897.JPG" width="320" /></a>Dr. Eddy Delaleu</span></div>
Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-72932450150071478102012-12-08T11:59:00.001-08:002012-12-08T12:06:11.726-08:00Saving Fabiola from a country in crisis.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On February 26, 2004; Fabiola Durand, a young girl from a neighboring home became some years ago a living in house member of Operation Hope since she was nine years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On this unfortunate day, she and four other members of the mission were out on an errand at the wrong time and at the wrong place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They got caught in a cross fire and Fabiola was hit in the head by two bullets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Other circumstances surrounding the shooting remain unknown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in the States at the time when I was made aware of this shocking news.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What could I possibly do and how would I go about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the risk of losing their own lives, two of her brothers managed to take her to the nearest hospital Saint Francois de Salle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was still alive they thought, and did not want to take any chances.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lifeless bodies were piled up and for those barely alive, there was no medical personnel to assist them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were basically taken there and left to die.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, her brothers, joined by her mother all members and working at Operation Hope Headquarters; were determined and not resigned. They pressed on me for help and I had no choice to ponder knocking the door of the divine for answer and help. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was immediately engaged in multiple international calls trying to reach anyone able to help or redirect in our search to help save one soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More specifically, I was able to quickly enroll the help of Sharrye Moore from American Airlines who immediately put me in touch with Nancy Rivard President of “Airline Ambassador International” and Glen and Debbie Lahey President of “Kids Explore” in Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a domino effect a team was mobilized to help save one life while I wondered how many Fabiolas there could be out there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mrs. Amédé Gédeon, Director General of the Red Cross in Haiti was contacted and dispatched an ambulance for Fabiola with no specific drop off destination.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the meantime with Glen working from Canada, plugging all possible contacts we found out that the Canadian Air Force was present on the airport tarmac of Port-au-Prince and was willing to airlift Fabiola to the Dominican Republic four days later after the shooting with no medical help while she was still in a coma.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I immediately released that info to Mrs. Gedeon who redirected the ambulance to the airport and then to the border where she ordered the drop off of the family members as the Air Force would not airlift the parents. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Canadian Armed Forces flew Fabiola out of the country to the “General Hospital Plaza de la Salud” in Santo Domingo where she was admitted under the recommendation of Dr. Claudio Brito and under the care of Dr. Nepomuceno Mejia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They miraculously saved her life, stabilized her condition and maintained her vital signs before discharging her to the care of Dr. Gittens of the Royal Columbian Hospital in Vancouver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1k1IAxne_Ky1iJGqoMoSh9duCqTXA6IztGEpz6iQvCEeJg1PaaDHWrdwHBXMtqTICMq8VmhDc_OXPOORRIksB96-AQ5llypohved-_5Z5yp0nE4XPUl0ufE3g0JRBmu4MxV2exmcY2eY/s1600/a6a2a6c58d2eb057a54e7a3aec47d666%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1k1IAxne_Ky1iJGqoMoSh9duCqTXA6IztGEpz6iQvCEeJg1PaaDHWrdwHBXMtqTICMq8VmhDc_OXPOORRIksB96-AQ5llypohved-_5Z5yp0nE4XPUl0ufE3g0JRBmu4MxV2exmcY2eY/s1600/a6a2a6c58d2eb057a54e7a3aec47d666%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We were able to gain international support and overcoming all obstacles upholding our commitment to save Fabiola and to manifest “Operation Hope” for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the support of the Red Cross, the Canadian Embassy/Consulate, the Dominican Embassy/Consulate in Ottawa, The US Embassy/Consulate in Dominican Republic, we were able to secure safe passage from the Dominican Republic onto the US and Canadian soils.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On March 31 of the same year, accompanied Fabiola from the Dominican Republic, Glen Lahey, Volunteer Emergency Medicine Dr. Joseph Finkler and I arrived at the Vancouver airport, where she was immediately rushed to the “Royal Columbian Hospital”, New Minster, British Columbia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was admitted for emergency care by neurosurgeon Dr. Gittens, after miraculously surviving multiple gunshots to the head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later on, on my request, Debbie and Glen Lahey accepted the temporary role of Fabiola’s guardians during her stay in Canada. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Operation Hope and Kids Explore launched a campaign that has rallied the interest of the Canadian people with the help of the Canadian media to support Fabiola’s recent plight and that of future children survivors of struggle throughout the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today, Fabiola is healthy however suffers occasionally from mild to severe headaches and seizures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is married with a beautiful daughter name Claruce and living in the US. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">How many Fabiolas out there who were not saved? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is the question that haunts me every day as I continue to travel the slums of Haiti, living the Haitian struggle.</span></div>
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I spent most of my teenage years in Wanney, Carrefour, in essence
I am considered a Carrefourois (From <a href="http://www.geonames.org/3728338/carrefour.html" target="_blank">Carrefour</a>) since 1968 and I am proud of it. Unfortunately, I have seen Carrefour changed
from a green land to an over populated archaic construction with no
urbanization plan. I have seen friends come and go and that community going
downward with an increasing sense of insecurity.</div>
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There was something very touching about this life shifting
experience, it was for the first time I was moving in with my biological
mother. This reunion was significant as
it gave me a chance to share a bit of my mother’s life, Alourdes as well as my
sister’s life Kettely. While I had the
chance to live a normal life in a middle class family, I found my life near and
with my mother to be as ordinary and magnificent as it could be. My adoptive parents immigrated to the US and
I was left at my teen’s years with the hope that one day, like any other
Haitians kids dream, to be in the US as well. </div>
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I attended Lycée Alexandre Pétion (1970) from a Catholic
School “Sacred Heart”. I had to make a
lot of adjustment one could envision. I
made a commitment with myself to make the best of my school years there. My Principal, Director Oxcyl, while he was
fear by many, for the next few years would be for me a mentor that I will
esteem for the rest of my life. Through
a classmate suggestion, We created an “Honor Corps” a paramilitary unit along
with the existing school marching band teaching civic duties, discipline, self
respect and honor. The Honor Corps was soon recognized nationally and was often
requested by the president then <u><span style="color: #31849b;">Duvalier</span></u> to parade on the presidential palatial
lawn. This corps was highly respected by all even by the military and the police. Very soon this idea was picked up by Lycée
Toussaint Louverture, Lycée Firmin and College Frère Adrien. When Duvalier instituted the Military
Academy, the first recruits came from both Lycée Pétion and Lycée Louverture.
While it was fearful for many, it was an opportunity for a few to take
advantage and become part of the political/military system. It was a sudden acquiesce to a
social/military thrill, it was a chance to join the military elite and fame. My mother however apprehensive of this system
was frenzied about the possible outcome of my involvement, categorically
stopped me from joining the military.
The second opportunity was a direct invitation and visit by the ministry
of defense of a few selected one for a military scholarship to study in the US
with a commitment to serve in Haiti.
Once again, my mother terrified more so by a black official government car
and its passengers parked in front of our modest covered tree home than by this
idea for her son to join the military. Speechless
but calmed and collected I recall, she consented to send me to this official
invite at the National Palace. As
excited as I was, I was soon to realize that my mother was not sharing my
enthusiasm. She quickly conceived my egress on the pretext of medical reasons
and soon began to look into a way for me out of the country while some other
parents were doing the same. </div>
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In 1971, when <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://haitianvault-people.2300630.n4.nabble.com/file/n3920040/Duvalier.png&imgrefurl=http://haitianvault-" target="_blank">Duvalier</a> passed away, the Honor Corps played a
historical role in his funeral. The
hearse was lead by Lycée Pétion and I was one of the first to witness a sudden
violent whirlwind just before entering the cemetery gate that through a frenzy
amongst the mourners and spectators, shoving and running from the invisible and
the mental interpretation of what they thought it could have been. This was given numeral explanations colored
with lots of mysticism and superstition. </div>
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It was also in Carrefour I was reunited with Nadia, the
sister of an old classmate Jocelyn from Sacred Heart, whom four years later in
1975 would become my wife. It was a
simple yet lavish court yard wedding where family and friends reunited as this
young couple was embarked in a new life in an unsure State. During that same year, the prospect presented
itself; my wife and I immigrated to the US with no intention to ever return, leaving
political and economic fears behind and looking at new opportunities. </div>
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Carrefour however remained truly my home community where my
heart is and has always been and which was later transcended to other parts of
the country as I became conscientious of the life condition of my compatriots
in 1994 some 19 years later. It was in
Carrefour for some unexplained reasons I held my first political meeting. This is
also in Carrefour I took the engagement to move forward in the political
affairs of my country knowing clearly the snare and danger I might have to
face. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-86093192271146618882012-07-03T14:55:00.000-07:002012-07-03T15:17:46.353-07:00<br />
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At “Candle light”, we held our very first organized general political
meeting in Brochette, Carrefour where about 20 people from different communes
and backgrounds gathered in a home of a supporter with the intent to evaluate
the objectives and strategies at hand.</div>
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of my decision to run. It was my first
look at different individual political makeup but I was too prudent not to
eliminate a few so early on the game.
Maybe because, I wanted to see if every one of them will deliver as so
they promised. It was also the time it was
made clear to me that if I did not have available funds, there was no need for
me to continue. The money request began
and automatically I started to fund what I called then the underground
campaign. </div>
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Some of these representatives
in my eyes were honest while I allowed my inner sense of trust to advance and
take my chance. One very aggressive experienced young man who happened to work
for Aristide and Préval offered to work for me.
He is an attorney, very eloquent and persuasive and however would be the
first one to betray me with false representation of Operation Hope in the South
with the collection of funds on my behalf without authorization and later with the
smuggling of medications and medicine supplies from our clinic in Diquini. It
was also the time I began to see and understand the true motives of some
pastors, their role and the true expectations of their involvement in campaign
preparations. I was much more impressed
with a gentleman who presented himself as a true combatant with an interesting
background. For some unknown reasons,
except one could guest, he believed in me.
His advice to me, was to always be kind and gentle while he will be behind
me as a leopard ready to defend me and the cause.<br />
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There was a consensus to fully advance with the movement
throughout the country as I was more than ever prepared and coherent with a
conscious mind to stir the old system and help impart the changes for my
people. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-87102951042378242292012-07-01T22:44:00.001-07:002012-07-01T22:49:06.615-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u><span style="color: #0070c0; line-height: 115%;">The decision to serve was clear</span></u></b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM506MUE_P8oHttPmcvYDtxXQZHUYsxNe3e4SfJ3TbfcR11l8ZEAzjG2cCZpJywOISVnbfZSe-Z-IeGZMEBIOzixrdEMZjNFL6k4lLnvIgceD7_NC4kJx97minYRPuGuoiGDO9BUqAp5g/s1600/IMG_4440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM506MUE_P8oHttPmcvYDtxXQZHUYsxNe3e4SfJ3TbfcR11l8ZEAzjG2cCZpJywOISVnbfZSe-Z-IeGZMEBIOzixrdEMZjNFL6k4lLnvIgceD7_NC4kJx97minYRPuGuoiGDO9BUqAp5g/s200/IMG_4440.JPG" width="200" /></a>The political meetings became more frequent. People from all over the ten departments
wanted to see me and discuss their personal or group political experiences and
their disappointments. They saw in me
someone who could represent them as I was become surer of this responsibility
to serve my country in a different capacity that I initially anticipated. If anything, I was ready to provoke the
system in a revolution of ideas and attitude for change. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jgsWOkuT7WqeyWutKNI4_oLCLHLF0T3lrM6oMpkJ7wbI7QXoQVZ007eHK3lVbK8Jxidh0R_X_6uSj3n6EeEz69YatIE2CdLFx6fJQEWy7XsZ7LI8XdvnelU5RAJDafVoCI1fO1pF4MQ/s1600/IMG00814-20110819-1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jgsWOkuT7WqeyWutKNI4_oLCLHLF0T3lrM6oMpkJ7wbI7QXoQVZ007eHK3lVbK8Jxidh0R_X_6uSj3n6EeEz69YatIE2CdLFx6fJQEWy7XsZ7LI8XdvnelU5RAJDafVoCI1fO1pF4MQ/s200/IMG00814-20110819-1229.jpg" width="200" /></a>In the mean time, the need for health care in my view became
more apparent as I traveled the country.
I engaged several medical teams in different areas in a very timid way
as I did not want to mix my political and social activities and for that
reason, I never used the media for political exposure. Something I was later made aware that I
should have done. I found great
pleasures to be able to play that small humanitarian role in the country and
more importantly to be seen as someone politically who could possibly contribute
for a real change.</div>
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<span id="goog_161304622"></span><span id="goog_161304623"></span>It was clear that I was engaged in this new role while I was
being slowly shaped into it to fit in the best I could.</div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-11404895647289614002012-07-01T21:47:00.000-07:002012-07-01T22:01:39.233-07:00<br />
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By the end of 2007, my life took on a new direction. I started meeting people of all background
and life styles with a different outlook, topic and purpose. I was
also being approached by different organizations all having one thing in
common; the need for a drastic change and was I the person able to impart that
change?</div>
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My time now was divided between social and political
activities. It was important that I kept
the two at odds, although difficult to do, due to a certain similarity but
separating the individual from the organization he represented was easy. In essence once again I became an advocate of
the people with a total different possible outcome. As timid as I was, my popularity escalated
despite the quiescence I imposed on the work of my supporters. Now that I had a new purpose, I was forced to
have at least two body guards in my company at all times which in my own way I
found to be ridiculous. To them it was
maybe the lifestyle they wanted me to project but to me it was an anticipated
complex of superiority that I could not bear.
Maybe it was a step that all aspiring political candidates had to go
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transportation, a young man of a curious background offered to assist me in
finding couple used automobiles. He took
me to Martissant to look at two good used cars as he so described. The owner, an older well mannered gentleman
was a bit disturbed as he without any reserves informed that he was unable to
welcome anyone to his home without previously being announced. However, there was something different about
me he said that he will make an exception.
He invited me into his home, to his living room where he offered me to
be as comfortable as I could be. A bit
bizarre but honored, I began to congratulate him for an impressive painting
collection I could not avoid myself from noticing. He was very tranquil and deep in his thoughts
as he began sharing with me historical and mystical revelations of our native
country. When you walked through my gate
he said, I had no choice but to welcome you.
You see, you have embarked in this new vision and you will have to be
extremely careful he said as he leaned on his cane to weight out his words. "It
will be awfully challenging for this President (Rene Preval) or the next President to be as our country will be
severely hit by an earthquake or a tsunami.
You will need to start planning construction early enough in high
mountains and urge people to leave the flat land areas and the capital to prevent the extermination of the lives of many thousands citizens while we will watch astounded and in fear the destruction of our institutions".
I listened to him in stillness, cold and speechless. His mystic or psychic ability to speak with
such calmness put me in touch with my inner self and I was forever convinced to
purse the course I was in. Just before I
left, I asked him if I could get a photograph of us as a souvenir. He kindly accepted but requested his picture
not to reach any media or exposed to public view at any condition. </div>
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I left dazzled and pleased as if I just met an angel with
golden white beard. It was a few minutes
later while traveling in direction to Carrefour I realized that Père Ra and I never
said a word about used cars. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-23604872030053851512012-07-01T20:52:00.001-07:002012-07-01T20:53:14.581-07:00<br />
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During the same year of 2006, I received a visit from
Béchelet, a friend of mine; a brother, a mentor who has been trying for couple
years since 2004 for me to play a role in the political arena. I would always give him the same refrain but
this time he was not about to hear it.
He was accompanied by representatives from different Department and
supported by other people from the West.
They were very compelling with their expos<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">é</span> and I was too humble to
refuse and too weak to run. As they
talked, I questioned God the same way I did in 1994. If it was God’s wishes for me to be an
antagonist in Haiti’s political history, I was ready to take on the challenge
and bear that flame to the highest point to bring about the change Haiti has
been struggling to reach since 1804. It was almost with acquiescence I said yes
to the invite if that was the wish of the people. From
that point on, an underground campaign was set in motion.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA10-G1iiuUOBb1vahgdt8aHUNNeLjfixQhmeemPp-9Iv6dwWlFAQKdn1zzFMgA07p-DdM8yXqLVgQ4kUyLY0fa5InfHWlRCPN6GXHYVcOGyv9rRC5rYHngdJWeCqI76irGgnxKx0txw/s1600/IMG_4303+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA10-G1iiuUOBb1vahgdt8aHUNNeLjfixQhmeemPp-9Iv6dwWlFAQKdn1zzFMgA07p-DdM8yXqLVgQ4kUyLY0fa5InfHWlRCPN6GXHYVcOGyv9rRC5rYHngdJWeCqI76irGgnxKx0txw/s320/IMG_4303+-+Copy.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a>Béchelet and I have a long history together. While he was very visible helping the Lavalas
Movement and a great fan of Aristide, I was by political default doing the same
thing helping the disadvantaged while working in Cite Soleil, Belair, Grande
Ravine and other destitute communities in the Capital and in the
provinces. Béchelet while being a
handicap, victim of political hatred never stopped fighting for the cause of
the forgotten. He was a non selfish
individual giving his life and all for the cause of Aristide and most
importantly for the cause of the Haitian people. He was tireless, never complained of his
physical disability while being carried, wheeled or dragged if need be. Being the contact man for Aristide, he was
very often in charge of public motivations but was also very often taken
advantage by many. He never kept a cent
for himself; he always gave it all to assure the success of his political
beliefs. I wanted so badly to help him
get some mobility. I managed to get his
medical record, even arranged for special surgery for him in the US but he
opted to continue his fight on behalf of Aristide’s return and rejected all
hopes of getting him a better life. Today,
Béchelet is as poor as he was and forgotten by all. </div>
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Nevertheless, he was an inspiration for me
and never ceased one day to urge me to go one step ahead as if I do, I could
help him and so many more Haitians.</div>
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I began to be more coherent and left it all in the divine
hands. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-81571265114911823002012-07-01T19:44:00.000-07:002012-07-01T20:02:12.123-07:00<br />
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As I continued working in different communities in the
different Departments, I began to realize that the country was contaminated
with a bacterium of dependency, reinforcing an ever ending poverty with no way
out. Those able to escape at the risk of losing their lives would do it without
hesitation and unfortunately would perish braving the Atlantic Ocean trying
desperately to reach another Caribbean island or the southern coast of the US. Terrible choices one had to make from
desperation looking for a better life and those able to leave legally would do
so with a one way ticket with no special interest in the country except to
financially support a family member with no other string attach. </div>
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I could hear echoing an entreaty for me to enter the
political life from the people I was serving, and who I was to even think that
I could do more than what I was doing.
The struggle persisted for years despite all the requests and
suggestions and one hot summer day in 2006, I grasped finally the rationale why
I wanted to do nothing with politics. It
was fear and nothing but fear and in the meantime, I was seen as a valiant man
bold enough to walk and work in areas fear by most.</div>
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If I was cultivating any idea to change the lives of these
people with a long term outcome, certainly a more concentrated actions would
have to take place to incite in all the need to alter and this change would
have to start from within, starting with me. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-34575149952439037012011-09-09T09:01:00.000-07:002011-09-09T09:01:52.003-07:00<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #984806; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Political bashfulness, the intuitive struggle</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The more I was being questioned, the more I began to ponder and reflect on the subject. However, I looked at myself as politically introvert and started on to become conscious as far as why. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOtHCJYrZ_sdjQOTDOXvmRYPhdD2IjV4as1S2nVo2JIhg1qQ0lp-p5CjftGl4dqFWPbiJFjAvj0OcRZlT0GmFYWzmtD1h2B5-rGhyzMNNeWJVSuKDb5f8RLMsRnMbXagQOjP-RP29uTw/s1600/s41404ca111782_8+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOtHCJYrZ_sdjQOTDOXvmRYPhdD2IjV4as1S2nVo2JIhg1qQ0lp-p5CjftGl4dqFWPbiJFjAvj0OcRZlT0GmFYWzmtD1h2B5-rGhyzMNNeWJVSuKDb5f8RLMsRnMbXagQOjP-RP29uTw/s320/s41404ca111782_8+-+Copy.jpg" width="236" /></a></div>My political experience as a distant observer was more terror than restraint. Growing up under the <a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7ois_Duvalier"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;">Duvalier</span></u></b></a>’s regime as an onlooker and not as a participant was fearful enough to know that politic was reserved to a special breed and I at any time of my life would think of joining such club. Of course, lack of pure knowledge, interest or perhaps knowledge of victimized parents, friends or families will certainly keep anyone away. Like many Haitians I had, and I say it very loud, the opportunity to leave Haiti, seeking a better life and opportunities. I left and had no plans to ever come back and the reason was more political than it was economical, it was in 1975 I recalled. My understanding of Haitian politics was overshadowed by my own experience which I know was far less fearful and cruel than many other Haitians living abroad. I knew subsequently and even now that politic was not for me and it meant something totally different than what it really is. I did not want to think about it and often refuted these subliminal reminiscent recalls. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I evoked during a recess in a Florida Teachers Conference in 1987, a “white” young female teacher who was outrageous to find out that I was Haitian, Chairman of a Foreign Language Department in a Southern school district, teaching “white” students instead of teaching in Haiti, helping my own compatriots. She had such a compelling argument that I could not justify to her and those present my true motives to be in the US rather than in Haiti. She sent me home to Georgia where I lived then, thinking and wondering about my own country to which I turned my back to. I tried very hard to keep her out of my mind for many years and for that same many years I was not successful until that day in 1994, the year I finally saw Haiti as truly my home almost two decades later. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I came back and now engaged in a totally different mission but politic. I noticed however that I was running away from it while I was facing and skirmishing the reasons why I should be involved with it. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-51049938908515674052011-09-05T21:52:00.000-07:002011-09-05T21:52:06.564-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AyaeWrWQx8mAB-8LFRmVFonvkvJ0-BpgyUwJzupjOKJY-Ed4NNvtRQeqXYoJ4hU8o6-xtMTwTh0ywpclQaHM6Eko45KTYaQ3IL_3v4gz3btKNRV8kTtNq9x3W-aKIlrw-dhMh1zzD-w/s1600/IMG_4087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #0070c0; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Marie Carmelle’s near death accident</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After the roguish actions of the Mayor and his staff fraudulently causing us the loss of our Head Quarter in Morne a Bateau, we temporarily settled in Leogane where we continued to establish ourselves as advocates for the needy. It was indeed a demanding time for us especially after we suffered this great financial undeserved defeat. This was also a time to realize that we were surrounded by loyal volunteers whom stood fast despite the calamity we endured.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</a></div>On a search for a larger property one evening, accompanied by four of our staff members, we were driving eastward on the National Route # 2. Our Tap tap hired driver apparently did not estimate the speed of the vehicle that was behind us when he made that heartrending left turn that could have caused us our lives. Like all experienced driver, I immediately looked at the upcoming traffic for clearance and I saw that car coming straight at us like a bullet and had time to only scream “hold on” as I quickly grabbed with both hands the ceiling hand rails of the tap tap. It was unfortunately too late for the other volunteers as they had no ideas what was about to happen. Within seconds we were violently side strike with a big “bang, skidding tires and screams”. Luckily the taxi did not overturn but severely bounced from both sides and was literally shoved into the opposite side of the road. I was dazed and confused while I was trying to assess everybody’s condition. Marie Carmelle was missing and some twenty feet away, a crowd was forming around an inert body in the street. That was her, our Welcome Committee Director who was propelled out onto the street and whose body was miraculously landed in a not so forgiven dirt road. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">She was not responding, not breathing and apparently lifeless. Something had to be done quickly. In the mean time the crowd was getting larger and larger and nothing was making sense. I called for help in an inaudible voice and began to hear the muffled mixed sounds of a non sense horde of curious people. I began mouth to mouth resuscitation with the assistance of someone whom I do have a very hazy memento. It was a man, someone from the neighborhood who thereafter helped us transport her in a pickup truck to the nearest hospital. “Nearest hospital”, I said. I was, facing with my own tragic case on a pickup truck, looking for a non existing “Nearest Hospital”, here I was experiencing what every single Haitian faces every day; the need for a near urgent care that we will never reached.<span id="goog_2377247"></span><span id="goog_2377248"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>The driver of the pickup stopped at the Commissariat of Gressier and sadly announced that’s as far he will go, the police should take it from there... In the mean time, I was watching this lady’s life fading away, caught in Haiti’s struggle for development and a better life for all. Lucky should I say we were when couple policemen suggested taking us to Port-au-Prince conditionally. By now, I understood all innuendos and was not about to discuss ethics. Once again we moved her still body into the police pickup and began the emergency trip that apparently would have saved her life. At mid way, with the siren blasted, going through in and out traffic in pot holes, on sidewalks and back onto the streets, her lips budged and few seconds later her eye lids began to release. I looked at the sky, grateful and beseeching.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">We arrived in Martissant where I noticed a hospital “Doctors without borders”. She was quickly admitted and stabilized. I was thankful to these police officers, despite the unethical condition under which I had to accept their assistance.</div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-86840297519323351802011-09-05T21:42:00.000-07:002011-09-05T21:42:00.153-07:00<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #00b050; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Pledge not to dither</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For some unexplained reasons, I became closer and closer to the Haitian people as I worked alone without the international or the Haitian Government support with those different communities throughout the country. I travelled extensively in the different Departments and dispatched Mobile Clinic teams everywhere there was a need or a request. I was focused in one or two target areas, mainly in the West. However the more I travelled the mountainous tropical land from far North East to the South, the more I realized that the country was plagued with a striking poverty, killing slowly these resigned natives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVe86flvlj8vHkhUUu2Rs1TnkOHsh85Ql9seAIfTj-mXbux1LKFtn8vdxRk483TK1XR93A1oWyYGtqCuxKsSfcYzxjuiwHPwXU3WxFHjyfVkgnVSdw_q0m_R731acPcAjg7Ds-sOXPKY/s1600/IMG_4019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVe86flvlj8vHkhUUu2Rs1TnkOHsh85Ql9seAIfTj-mXbux1LKFtn8vdxRk483TK1XR93A1oWyYGtqCuxKsSfcYzxjuiwHPwXU3WxFHjyfVkgnVSdw_q0m_R731acPcAjg7Ds-sOXPKY/s320/IMG_4019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I began to see the country somewhat differently than I did before and the people began to see me to some extent differently as well and the questions began. Are you some kind of a candidate? Only a candidate will go to the extent of doing what I was doing, I was often told. Politic, I often replied, was not my strong suit, nor my interest, but social was. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My social life as I see it was a calling, not a choice. I could not possibly deviate from it unless it was a continuum of the wishes of the great divine. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-87247195467405739522011-09-05T21:41:00.000-07:002011-09-05T21:55:21.933-07:00<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #5f497a; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My daughter’s first visit to Haiti and the indescribable fright she never knew</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like many immigrant Haitian parents, my wife can be best described as an eye witness of atrocities as she was growing up that will keep her of Haiti for the rest of her life unless major changes would happen in development, concept an attitude that would convince her otherwise. Notwithstanding from this fact, I had a tough time convincing her of Joanne’s travel approval to Haiti and Joanne in her own way had to win the rite of passage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXA5EbmUw3VZMJQQJAMWTqsh-FNlwCP8CcewDdvxfrUlQmcEnRxSKaGxR9Umnd4CFrALAEBJRd8innvPdD7yXHxoStwe5X3VObEbz4okyMbHrP5gswfYy9juGAs8dW3DPM-qUQfuNRi0/s1600/Joanne" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXA5EbmUw3VZMJQQJAMWTqsh-FNlwCP8CcewDdvxfrUlQmcEnRxSKaGxR9Umnd4CFrALAEBJRd8innvPdD7yXHxoStwe5X3VObEbz4okyMbHrP5gswfYy9juGAs8dW3DPM-qUQfuNRi0/s320/Joanne" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">It was during the summer 2005, my daughter landed in my country and what a thrill it was for me to have her as my special guest. The Welcome Committee at Operation Hope modest Head Quarter gave her a princess welcome. She was having the time of her life unaware of the ghastly and potent news surrounding Haiti at that time. I was certainly confident but yet over protective as I will not let her of my site and kept her tranquil so she would have Haiti as the best and unforgettable travel experience while she played a small role in Dad’s life struggle to help the deprived. I must admit that I could hear mammy’s voice at all times and never ceased to feel that I took an engagement that I could not fail. So, in essence I had the fifth sense to take time off my daily trips to risky areas and never actually introduced her to anyone as my daughter except to a few closed loyal volunteers I could trust. That was bloodcurdling; I was becoming my wife in thought and spirit. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I took Joanne south of the country where we enjoyed walking in a river bank, wandering through banana fields, breathing pure country fresh air and talking and playing with the natives, cows and goats. We drove up the mountains, a site we will treasure for ever as I wanted to soar with her to enjoy from above the beauty <br />
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of this endearing land. We ended up in Jacmel, a city full of history that reminded her of a cinematographic set in which I am sure she was probably actively playing a role only her could describe. We left Jacmel at twilight as we were both fascinated in the picturesque views the mountainous outlines offered us at the horizon and at every turn. By the time we reached Leogane, it was murky with only the stars in the sky and a few traffic lights with the estrange awareness that there was no night life in the country. A few distances from us, there were a MINUSTAH check point and of course she wandered why. As we passed, I identified myself and we were waved through as we did to maybe to three more check points before we reached our Head Quarter. We were hungry but not too tired and decided to have late dinner in Pétion-Ville where I invited a Journalist friend to join us.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Night life in Port-au-Prince especially during these political crises and uncertainties is feared by all but could be safer than actual day time due to the heavy presence of the MINUSTAH forces and a few police officers. The lack of or the absence of electricity, can have a terrifying effect on the not so familiar visitors. The advised and the over protective guide I was, made me always ready to explain and pacify any possible stupor that could possibly ruin the moment. Pétion-Ville offered her a totally different site she expected. She felt in her mantle enjoying a beautiful night life under the dark skies of Haiti.</div><div class="MsoNormal">During dinner, my journalist friend confined in me and quietly of dangerous and kidnapping activities being brought about me by close acquaintances and even had evidence that she restrained to present. However she was convincing enough that I had to make an onsite lonely and irrevocable decision. Unaware of the dialogue that took place, Joanne undeniably enjoyed a perfect night out, a good meal, couple punches, dialect blunders and laughter. The trip back to the Head Quarter was as normal as it could be to her as she understood and had hands on experience on the security the MINUSTAH’s and the police officers’ presence offered to these communities. Mammy’s voice was getting louder and louder in my subconscious non fearful mind and I was getting silently frenzied as we travelled through the night. My imagination was playing the better part of me. It was a relief when we finally arrived. Joanne went to bed comfortably and peacefully while I ordered my security team to double on its alertness for the rest of the evening. </div><div class="MsoNormal">At dawn, I had it all worked out, I would have to literally extradite my daughter out of this country without trepidation or inconvenience. The airline company was already advised of the change and a sit was confirmed. Due to an unforeseen and urgent situation beyond my control, we had to cut short your vacation I explained. She was disappointed but very understanding and compliant. The staff was saddened to see her leave so unexpectedly. She became in a short period of time a mentor and a friend to all of them. Swimming in the ocean will never be the same and those “UNO “card games will never be as fun as when she was playing.</div><div class="MsoNormal">That morning, my phone uncontrollably kept ringing and for the first time, I had no intention to answer any of those phone calls. The trip to the airport was unusually long despite the expected rush hour traffic. My anxiety was at its pick when most of these phone calls were coming from people not too common to call me so repeatedly. I was reading through the waves and was getting ready to face whoever it may have been, but first and foremost, my daughter would have to leave this land. Finally at the airport, I checked her in and had time to have breakfast with her. There was a sense of serenity as I know the chances for anything to happen there, was far more less than anywhere else. I sought special authorization from the airlines to accompany her to the airplane and with great delight and contentment I watched the door close as I said goodbye to my sweet and charming daughter.</div><div class="MsoNormal">As painful it was to see her leave so early, as delightful it was to watch the plane slowly turning on the tarmac and positioned for a great take off to civilization and tamed free will. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0Morne Bateau, Haiti18.5166667 -72.518.496319699999997 -72.5291825 18.5370137 -72.4708175tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-10830386803409563952011-08-29T19:00:00.000-07:002011-08-29T19:02:54.264-07:00<div class="MsoNormal"><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Minister of Foreign Affairs! An unendorsed conditional proffer</span></b><o:p></o:p></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">In the mean time, my relations with <b><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.linkedin.com/pub/john-joseph-joel/30/93/759">John Joseph Joel</a></span></u></b> grew stronger. We often met at the Head Quarter to exchange ideas on several topics especially on possible Operation Hope projects mainly in Cite Soleil where I had the opportunity to meet his wonderful wife, children and family members. We spent many great times on the water front, swimming, eating sea food and a variety of great dishes prepared by our welcome committee, as we discuss his political future and mine as a possible nominee for the position of Minister of Foreign Affairs for which I was not too sure of. He continues to persuade me to accept his proposition which was in essence well received according to him by some other key members of the government and especially the South Department <b><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.haitiwebs.com/showthread.php?t=52968">Senator Yvon Buissereth</a></span></u></b> whom also became a good friend of mine. </div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">John showed immense interest in Operation Hope and the possibility to become on his request a founding member. In core, he helped in the last stride to secure our legal status published in “Le Moniteur”, Haiti’s official Government publication in February2007. It was not too long before he began to explain to me the advantages that we can enjoy as owners and or founding members of a NGO. He and the president he explained have major plans to raise funds that could really advance the cause of this organization. Instead of a founding member, I proposed to nominate him as a member of the Administrative Counsel to which he unenthusiastically agreed. In the interim, President Préval designated <b><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques-%C3%89douard_Alexis">Jacques Edouard Alexis</a></span></u></b> as his Prime Minister who was ratified by the Parliament without major obstacles. Soon afterwards, the selection and nomination of Cabinet members began. John arranged a meeting between President <b><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.haiti-reference.com/histoire/notables/preval.php">René Préval</a></span></u></b> and I where we met briefly in New York and where I was introduced for the first time to the Haitian Ambassador <b><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.hpnhaiti.com/site/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=671:haiti-elections-raymond-joseph-vise-la-presidence&catid=1:politics&Itemid=1">Raymond Joseph</a></span></u></b>. I found the John apparently became more involved politically and will not meet with me as often as we used to, something I clearly understood but was perplexed as far as why I never got any feedback on his original proposal. I left it as that, since I was not too politically predisposed. I only hoped that John and I will meet one day to shed some light on the matter if warranted. My friend, John Joseph Joel was later contentiously elected Senator of the West Department in November 2009.</div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-54662236229660644072011-08-29T18:46:00.000-07:002011-08-29T19:03:54.529-07:00<div class="MsoNormal"><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Our Head Quarter at Morne à Bateau</span></b><o:p></o:p></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal">In search of stability, we found an abandoned home with water front that seemed to meet Operation Hope needs. We contacted the local authorities and after their legal search, found and declared that the house was indeed abandoned and represented a danger for the community. Leasing it to us was to be a gain for this community at risk. We were given a price and were told to pay the taxes in arrears and all future real estate’s taxes for which we agreed. The Mayor and his director wrote us a ten year lease with an option to renew the lease or to buy. We were authorized to make all necessary renovations as we saw fit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5iQlw0V79SICtdsPp1vYvJ6sMbwEatAXXHtr8DdU-t_lV3uo2kcxcgLcUlcZOD65nPDn3meAG6pprIrSjZBUgX8c7Xzti2NQXmt2hes8nrCPgHAm50q0Xp9RtATNiLP9PYeiqqKvb1M/s1600/photo+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5iQlw0V79SICtdsPp1vYvJ6sMbwEatAXXHtr8DdU-t_lV3uo2kcxcgLcUlcZOD65nPDn3meAG6pprIrSjZBUgX8c7Xzti2NQXmt2hes8nrCPgHAm50q0Xp9RtATNiLP9PYeiqqKvb1M/s320/photo+035.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On May 7 2005, the contract was signed between I, Operation Hope official representative and the Mayor’s office. We moved in and soon our Head Quarter became the center of interest to the young children and teenagers of the area and a center to mediate and encourage better relations between the Police, the MINUSTAH and the people. </div><div class="MsoNormal">We spent a great deal of money in the renovation of the home and the yard and soon were able to accommodate our visiting medical and teacher volunteers. For three years we made a difference in that community with organized soccer tournaments, on site medical clinics and mobile clinics, dry and hot food distribution, donations of goods, teenage counseling, etc… until the day we were summoned by the owners of the property for illegal possession. I truly thought this was a joke, a bad dream that I unfortunately lived for the next three months.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Government, being duly represented by the Mayor and his staff, fraudulently mislead us, issued us a contract and the same to two other victims like us for the same property, was unable to counter suit the real owners. We unfortunately could not fight this losing battle when our true ally we thought to be the Government, was actually the accomplice in malicious actions against the people committed to help it accomplish its real mission. With sadness regrettably, we had to be literally evicted in search of a new Head Quarter, victims of the undeserved spiteful actions of the Haitian Government representatives in the commune of Gressier. </div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-84543512298047720382011-08-26T11:45:00.000-07:002012-07-01T19:01:36.468-07:00Meeting the Gang Leaders<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I spent most of the day meeting different people, different organizations and groups. They all had one thing in common, a chance to live a normal life put in one word; change, something they feel seems to shy away from them every single day of their lives. I called for a meeting with the gang leaders looking for an opportunity to speak to them in an attempt to understand their quandary, or the reasons for their actions. In the mean times, I was in company of a few Lieutenants and found most of them to be very informative and talented. One especially with the name of Shaba I stumbled on was a great rapper and composer. He had a few tales of his own and a few encounters face to face with the “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.globalexchange.org/countries/americas/haiti/3689.html">MINUSTAH</a></span></u></b>”, he described to be purely inexplicable to be alive today. He demonstrated his talents with two members of his group. Shaba mainly kept us company during our stay in the city. About five o’clock, I was visited by at least three of the gang leaders with the exception of the notorious “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.lenouvelliste.com/articles.print/1/74047">Amaral</a></span></u><span style="color: #365f91;">”</span></b> the head leader of unified gangs of Cite Soleil who wanted me to meet him on his turf, which I gladly accepted. Just before dusk we drove to a quartier called Belekou where I saw two men playing cards assisted or guarded by about six others. One of them I assumed to be the main leader, greeted me with a “Sat Pase?” (What’s up?). “Wait a few minutes while I finish this game” he smoothly said. Don’t worry I replied, I am at home as I started to tour the area accompanied by a few of his Lieutenants. There was a “Gaguerre” (Rooster arena) which I ascertained to be his favorite pass time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He came and shook my hand and asked me to follow him upstairs in a two story building where I found an office with a desk and three chairs. He jokingly asked my reluctant volunteers to leave us alone as they had nothing to worry. We talked about everything and nothing just to break an ostensibly apprehension between the two of us. “I congratulate you for your courage to come here” he said to me with a slight grin on his face. I replied that I congratulate him as well to receive me as his guest. So I said, what got you into this life? “A long tale that I probably will explain to you next time we meet. For now it is just circumstantial where it has become a way of life”. “What I need from you”, he said, “is very simple, I heard about you and the work you are doing here and I hope you can help me. You see, I have this computer here and would love to use it but have no electrical power here. Can you get me a small inverter and two batteries; in addition we need a guitar for our band and soccer uniforms for our team?” I was basically mystified by his request and surely did not know what to expect. To me that was really a small and innocent request for which I had no difficulty saying yes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A day later, I received a visit at the Hotel from John Joseph Joel and Rene Monplaisir who both showed some interest in my work. John was at his home turf. We met in my hotel room where he said was his favorite when he stays here. We spent the whole evening talking, had a few drinks and a meal. John spoke highly of his political and friendly relation with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.haiti-reference.com/histoire/notables/preval.php">Rene Garcia Preval</a></span> recently reelected and soon to be inaugurated as the next President of the Republic of Haiti. He also made some interesting proposals one of which to propose me as the Minister of Foreign Affairs, that he said he will discuss with the president at the appropriate time. I was a bit bewildered but confident to accept if that nomination should become a reality as it will help me speed up and advance Operation Hope cause on behalf of the deprived and forgotten children… This meeting was to become the beginning of a longtime friendly relationship I thought. </span></div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-38609535584009657702011-08-26T11:17:00.000-07:002012-07-01T18:40:16.154-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In 1997, about the same time we obtained our legal status in the United States, the euphoria to help Aristide and the “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fanmi_Lavalas">Lavalas</a></span></u></b>” movement was feverish and addictive. Certainly, as someone who wished for a better Haiti, I was caught in the fever to facilitate and made all my motor coaches available to all Haitians and friends of Haitians wishing to be of assistance to Haiti’s fragile onset of democracy. It was during that year I met Bechelet a handicap Lavalas activist. Bechelet and I became good friends and sometimes referred to each other as brothers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As excited as we were, we began a fundraising activity in New York that was immediately stopped to the news that Haitians in the name of the Lavalas movement were collecting money for deprived children of Haiti and were using the collected funds for their personal gain. I and Operation Board members did not hesitate a moment and were very confident in the decision for fear of name slandering and bad reputation. In addition our bureaucratic experience in search for our legal status in Haiti was discouraging and surprisingly long. Our conviction to serve the needy helped us fight a ten year old ceremonial battle before the issuance of our legal status in 2007. And lately with our experience in Cite Soleil, we were convinced to stay anonymous in the NGO world but for how long?</span></div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-54496353637078220042011-08-24T17:18:00.000-07:002011-08-24T17:18:41.649-07:00Two hours in captivity<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On a Friday afternoon, three loyal Operation Hope volunteers decided to accompany me to the “forbidden city” so I called it, driving a 14 passenger 1986 Ford van, beige with clear windows. A section of the National Route # 1 was psychologically blocked within the limits of <a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cit%C3%A9_Soleil">Cite Soleil</a> . All traffic from the Northern part of the country will detour towards the Airport and traffic from the Southern part to Delmas area and Route Neuf was impracticable. For those who lived this time, it was virtually a war zone. I could not stop noticing the gun shot holes in the fragile constructions as we entered the city. Within minutes, we were stopped by a group of armed people I referred to as youngsters in disguised, dressed to panic those quick to react to this apparent reality they learned to adopt as theirs. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Very quickly, we were asked to get out and to follow them in what later I come to believe was a class room in a non identified abandoned school with one access door and a window. I do not recall how many they were but there could have been at least fifteen. Not a single time we were shoveled or pushed but their demeanor was intimidating and mine to them was more questionable as I was very calm and relaxed. I have been in Cite Soleil before; I could not possibly be seen as a stranger. Certainly one of them must have seen me before or heard of me. We were controllably positioned in the room away from the door and the window while we were temporally put on trial, with questions coming from all angles of the room. I was very poised in answering them as I try to keep a photographic memory of each one of them but yet soon realized my first mistake, when I identified myself as a member of a Non Government Organization (NGO). I had to quickly ask them to see me simply as an individual who has embarked in a quest to help my fellow Haitians and that I have not been or the organization I represent, enjoying the privilege of Non Government Organizations. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They were very anti-Non Government Organization as they explained to me how they have been exploited by the NGO’s throughout the years. The NGO’s as they explained, have come and gone, at least forty of them taking pictures of their trifle life condition and engaging in never ending ridiculous projects. They raised millions of dollars and had done nothing for this community. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We were interrogated for about two hours when finally after a few phone calls I assume to be made to their leaders, we were asked to go away and to their surprise, I stated that I had no plan to leave the City now and had plan to stay overnight which was nothing but an impulse answer to further enter the life of the fearful. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With full knowledge of my intents, they escorted us in different blocks referred to as “quartiers” and for the first time I was exposed to worse I have ever seen before in all my trips to the city. I could not hide my tearful eyes from them or from my volunteers. The scenes were unbearable; I was mad of myself, mad at our government and mad at the world. Some of them, they reported, were victims of random bullets from the “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;">MINUSTAH</span></u></b>” the UN Peace Corps occupying the country, a term I do not use lightly under the realization that they lost their purpose as a PEACE CORPS as they killed women and children at random. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We were later taken to the only hotel then, where I spent my first night in the city with gun shots echoed from everywhere throughout the night.</span></div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-28383391196506858972011-08-24T16:46:00.000-07:002011-08-26T12:02:14.380-07:00Cite Soleil, my experience<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtJvV-buRqlygiluaSzJHFC5Rb_1Q3vYRNXbAr-HG5LBNggq5kR75j_TDkdFS0kYgujSjxYTi0SAdOyPVLtJB5hsqdamjZY6oNE-lEdBPZla5lWDI-j7tL3-adlU9-Nu4SXLiBrLIWDM/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtJvV-buRqlygiluaSzJHFC5Rb_1Q3vYRNXbAr-HG5LBNggq5kR75j_TDkdFS0kYgujSjxYTi0SAdOyPVLtJB5hsqdamjZY6oNE-lEdBPZla5lWDI-j7tL3-adlU9-Nu4SXLiBrLIWDM/s320/001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">During the first year of Operation Hope obtaining its legal status in January 1997, I decided to work in a community fear by many known as “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.redcross.int/FR/mag/magazine2006_2/10-11.html">Cite Soleil</a></span></u></b>” and often referred to as the largest slam in the western hemisphere. It was a surprise to me to realize that right here, at the welcome shore of our nation Capital, over flown daily by commercial, military and private airplanes, men, women and children were living in such unhealthy conditions, without basic sanitation, potable water and shelter, oblivious to all. It was then I also realized why this community was easily and often manipulated by the government. However, beyond all of this, if anyone could take the time to live one day in these people’s life, they would soon come to grips with how beautiful, jovial and kind they are. Their only blunder is their striking poverty which is nothing in comparison to the unutterable conditions they are living. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFR6XADdumY1wqCVQnuJFeapQPLqQbLy6i3tp8tcJYrAIK3osmZrzypmCmSF1Qzn-8I9qptWCcrghsVbuhYyVSzxKCji-3MQ2aWS7nFFCxsmPgSz1aGEQFaLqV_bQnKgOolTlyH3yspk/s1600/IMG_4020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFR6XADdumY1wqCVQnuJFeapQPLqQbLy6i3tp8tcJYrAIK3osmZrzypmCmSF1Qzn-8I9qptWCcrghsVbuhYyVSzxKCji-3MQ2aWS7nFFCxsmPgSz1aGEQFaLqV_bQnKgOolTlyH3yspk/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By the year 2004, political uprisings shocked the nation and “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: #365f91;"><a href="http://www.alterpresse.org/spip.php?article3789">Cite Solei</a>l</span></u></b>” once again became the international focus with armed gang activities that made it an area most terrified by all and more than ever stigmatized. It was a time I should have stayed away but chose not to. I wanted to know the truth about the people of Cite Soleil. Was it the 300,000 inhabitants living there or was it a small number of a hand full of fearful criminals to be apprehensive of? I had to de-stigmatize this community, the image and the reports had a devastating effect on the country that I could not continue to bear.</span></div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-29890170490689753612011-08-24T16:23:00.000-07:002011-08-24T16:23:17.618-07:00The Foundation<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNt20rB_o-eA8CktN0gThYaVEaA-rv4tsAfJyKiW0fOAN6To28To8eGD0zQaK0zmM5-1laH0uGpEYGmDppxqyGdyvNFQHIJ-nMss_tpXOGAfC2eaolhgdfSCOiCvyuZAdWFA56_L9Xns/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNt20rB_o-eA8CktN0gThYaVEaA-rv4tsAfJyKiW0fOAN6To28To8eGD0zQaK0zmM5-1laH0uGpEYGmDppxqyGdyvNFQHIJ-nMss_tpXOGAfC2eaolhgdfSCOiCvyuZAdWFA56_L9Xns/s320/25.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cut5qjlRpB-3jA-C8K6TGJ0IrG4PVIrtuq0aTmFqb5jFSpCufZqy8LRVhqa5heG6ugBM_nb9n5DZ9k5RrqxUwVua7MNCskQNB6N4O9odhrUJaUTcj_QI0F2EZaNLjuCpVMsgNUmilts/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cut5qjlRpB-3jA-C8K6TGJ0IrG4PVIrtuq0aTmFqb5jFSpCufZqy8LRVhqa5heG6ugBM_nb9n5DZ9k5RrqxUwVua7MNCskQNB6N4O9odhrUJaUTcj_QI0F2EZaNLjuCpVMsgNUmilts/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Operation Hope For Children of Haiti a non for profit organization with a 501 ( c ) ( 3) status was created on January 10, 1997 in the US and soon began to be a trusted Non Governmental Organization (NGO) in the US and in Haiti. However for reasons we will find out later, it took us ten years of bureaucratic hooplas before we were given our legal status in Haiti with the official publication in “Le Moniteur” on February 12, 2007.</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>During the first ten years, without public or private support, Operation Hope helped thousands of people and did the unimaginable tasks the Board didn’t plan for such as; “The Gift of Heart Program” in association with the Freeport “Rotary Club International</strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.operationhopeforchildren.org/apps/photos/album?albumid=6327082">Saving Fabiola</a></span>" a young girl with a two gunshot wound in the head and “Saving” many other victims during the unceasing uprisings in the country (I should give credit to Glen and Debbie Lahey from Kidesplore and Sharrye more from Airline Ambassador for their support in saving Fabiola}, the installation of water pumps in the Artibonite regions, Food distribution throughout the country, distribution of soccer balls and equipment in Cite Soleil, Grande Ravine, Bel Air, Gressier, Ti Tanyen and other deprived communities, distribution of medication and medical supplies as well as launching a Mobile Clinic Campaign throughout the country, something I felt was most needed in the far to reach areas where the natives have absolutely no access to health care unless they travel for hours if not days without guaranty that they will even find a Nurse Aid to cater to their medical need.</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>I sometimes wondered how in the world I managed to continue doing what others see as the impossible. As much as I started to see, smell and hear the deprived and forgotten children, as much I began to become conscious that children are a complex machine. One cannot help a child just by feeding him or just by clothing him… there are so much more components involved like shelter and why not their own parents… So it has become a real task with absolutely no financial support, whether from the Us Government or Haitian Government (That, must be a joke or maybe not) or even from the private sector? For all that there could be real reasons however, Operation Hope never waver and will continue its bequest despite all the challenges. </strong></span></div><br />
</div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129094265846999285.post-47169268296766234872011-08-06T23:58:00.000-07:002011-08-06T23:58:25.368-07:00Awaken, the beginning<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></u></b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How this entire life changing course began, is pure unavoidable accident, destined to change one’s life to what I was later referred to as the: “The Restless Visionary”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It all started on a hot summer 1994 on a business trip to Haiti, with a vision to launch a modern public transportation system in Port-au-Prince.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During a road survey in the down town area by the Iron Market on Grand Rue, I was moved by a scene apparently I never saw before; a child searching a pile of garbage for food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was haunted by that sight and could not get my mind of that young man who at times was closed to be camouflaged in this refuse if it was not for his big sad red eyes which at times would indicate the presence of this forgotten young human being while silently crying for help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am sure I have seen this before…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8plZFSQ7k5t5qlWRMO53gh2ZbKqd7H84k1b2Z82hdcYhRlSxb1KGXuHhnCf7OF8t2jHw5RBDkjdez5FT0kDi4dU3i3CPIaLsGyXyKRARWadLbkgBLjLl6oZobDIY2DqBib2F53Tz2Tdc/s1600/IMG00459-20110721-1123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8plZFSQ7k5t5qlWRMO53gh2ZbKqd7H84k1b2Z82hdcYhRlSxb1KGXuHhnCf7OF8t2jHw5RBDkjdez5FT0kDi4dU3i3CPIaLsGyXyKRARWadLbkgBLjLl6oZobDIY2DqBib2F53Tz2Tdc/s320/IMG00459-20110721-1123.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As a young Haitian, born and raised in Port-au-Prince, I must have seen this landscape many times and like many other Haitians living abroad, it seemed that i had subconsciously and completely detached myself from the past and wished to erase those memories painted with different social or political experiences that had become my reasons to be blind and senseless to my homeland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I pondered to forget those big eyes in this deep hungry hollow face, I began to see in ways I never seen before, I began to smell these streets and more importantly, I began to hear the cries of the forgotten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All my senses were now awaken and immediately began to have a different optic of Haiti.</span></div>Dr.Eddy Delaleu D.D./OHFCOH | Operation Hope for Children of Haiti, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05816539876000127014noreply@blogger.com0