I, along with many others of my generation, grew up listening to our parents tell us about Haiti "in the days." Haiti was beautiful, Haiti was safe. I've listened countless times, filled with envy, about being able to walk in the streets, driving to the beach at any time of day, the good life in the provinces. I couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a figment of their imaginations. When did this paradise island become the place I lived in? The one where it was not safe to walk the streets, where nightime meant crime, and where poverty reigned? When was the tipping point?
And is this the new tipping point?The point from which it all goes downhill, turning this extreme and dire situation into what is 'normal'? Will I be telling my kids about the 'good ol' days' when not everyone was homeless, when at least some people still had food, when Haiti was on its way to a better future?