This morning the First Churches delegation visited a small school in a poor neighborhood. The school was in a small church. There were five classrooms covering kindergarten and the elementary grades, each essentially separated by mobile blackboards, in what is a church on Sunday, with a pulpit up front. The students in their uniforms were delightful. They sang us a song upon our arrival. The youngest children were especially darling and sang several songs for us. We distributed all 119 education kits, one to each student. There were 100 students crowded into this small church and we left the remaining kits for absentees. The pastor claimed he had 200 students in his school.
After returning, Judy and Pauline helped introduce high school and nursing students to the new computers. David taught the pastors from Gonaives, discussing the “political crisis” (their term) in Haiti with them. After another lunch of homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, we continued these activities. David gave the pastors a test on the material discussed on Monday, at the request of the head of CONASPEH. The pastors get credit for their course which leads to a certificate upon completion, so grades are necessary. An interpreter translated the test from English to Creole and put the questions on the blackboard.
Pauline and David went out with Miguelson in the afternoon. We inadvertently came across a large crowd as we were getting out of the car. The crowd had turned on some thieves, and the police had come. We saw one alleged thief on the grounded hogtied and bleeding from a serious head wound. We introduced Miguelson to the top human rights lawyer in Haiti at the private institute of justice. He promised Miguelson an internship in the second year of his curriculum, a very valuable contact. This lawyer is Aristede’s personal lawyer, currently defending him against some charges the government is trying to bring against him. This lawyer is also working to bring criminal charges again John Paul Duvalier.
We then went out to eat in the most fashionable restaurant we had seen in Haiti, up in Petionville, where the elite hang out in the hills above the city.