The State of K

M. is in Haiti. She brought three enormous bulging bags of food. She seems to have managed something to get them off the street, into a kind of a house.  That is something really big, as it is now the rainy season, and it's raining.  During the wind-and-rain storm here, I kept thinking about this, and were they, of course.  It's astonishing M has any fingers left.  She's chewed her nails right off.  Until the earthquake and the death of all her daughter's caregivers (K is only 6), I've never seen M. bite her nails.  M, went fully prepared psychically to live on the streets where K was living, to protect, defend, care for her, until the endless tangle of papers can be executed, so K can come to the U.S. (which is why she wasn't here in the first place ... U.S. immigration does everything it can to keep yet one more Haitian coming here).

It seems confirmed, what M and Mz were so afraid was the case, the man with whom K was staying was beating her.

A brick had fallen on one of K's big toes. It hasn't been healing in the dirt and the wet. The nail is gone. "It looks awful," M says, but Mz doesn't know exactly what this means, but it does seem infected.

K is eating and eating and eating.

Mz sent along a pink bear back pack for K that he bought for $10 in Chinatown. K adores it.

In the meantime Mz is both distraught and depressed, with both his wife and steo-daughter in this dangerous situation.

Also, many thanks to our other friends who keep twittering, like Richard Morris, and our grad students, who provided so many other kinds of assistance, and keep us up to date daily with news straight from Port au Prince and other parts of this striken nation, filled with such beautiful people.

All thanks to our friends who have contributed to Rescue K effort.

The effort continues, and all contributions are welcome.