I read the following article published recently about a 16 yr. old girl, helping to build a church for Haitian immigrants who work in the sugar cane bateys near La Romana. If any fellow DR1ers would like to help Melanie out, please send me a private message [kingofdice] and I will send Melanie's High School address, c/o of her counselor. [She is unaware of this post.]
Published on Thursday, February 23, 2006 4:57 PM ESTTown Times, serving Durham, Middlefield, and Rockfall
My Mission to the Dominican Republic
By Melanie Poole
After a long drive through the country, we entered the city of La Romana, Dominican Republic. I can remember being shocked at the poverty; I felt bad for these people living in the city with walls that you could see through, garbage in the front yard, and rags for clothes. After breakfast, the next day, Team B, the construction team, piled into an extremely small, cramped and hot van, and hit the road once more. Soon we turned onto a dirt road, which led through what looked like a cornfield, and started toward our assigned batey, a sugarcane-cutting village provided for Haitian immigrants by the sugarcane company. For hours we bumped along the road, passing miles and miles of sugarcane. Every once in a while we would pass a small village, with a couple of palm trees, cinderblock houses if they were lucky, lots of garbage, lots of children and maybe a pig or a chicken.
When we finally reached the batey, it was probably one of the poorest villages I had seen so far. The houses had roofs of corrugated metal that were full of holes, the beams which held them up were rotting, and the occasional cement floor was cracked and falling apart. Many of the children also had blond hair in wisps above their foreheads, a sign of terrible malnutrition. This was when I realized that the people in the city were truly the lucky ones, no question about it.
The site we were to build a church on was covered in old rotting garbage and surrounded with barbed wire and cacti. There were a few spray-painted lines on the ground, and with a pick and shovel, we started digging. In just a week, that empty lot was gone. Cnderblock walls were rising out of the ground, and the cacti and barbed wire were gone.
This year I am again going to the Dominican Republic, and I need your help raising money to go. On Saturday, March 4, at Sheehan High School in Wallingford, there will be a night of fundraising. The evening will include a concert by Service Station, a Christian band from Wallingford, along with more information about this year?s trip, at 2:30 and 7 p.m., a spaghetti dinner from 5 to 6:30, and a silent auction all evening. Tickets are $10 for adults, $7 for students, and children 5 and under are free. All tickets purchased through me, will go directly to my costs going to the Dominican Republic this year.
Published on Thursday, February 23, 2006 4:57 PM ESTTown Times, serving Durham, Middlefield, and Rockfall
My Mission to the Dominican Republic
By Melanie Poole
After a long drive through the country, we entered the city of La Romana, Dominican Republic. I can remember being shocked at the poverty; I felt bad for these people living in the city with walls that you could see through, garbage in the front yard, and rags for clothes. After breakfast, the next day, Team B, the construction team, piled into an extremely small, cramped and hot van, and hit the road once more. Soon we turned onto a dirt road, which led through what looked like a cornfield, and started toward our assigned batey, a sugarcane-cutting village provided for Haitian immigrants by the sugarcane company. For hours we bumped along the road, passing miles and miles of sugarcane. Every once in a while we would pass a small village, with a couple of palm trees, cinderblock houses if they were lucky, lots of garbage, lots of children and maybe a pig or a chicken.
When we finally reached the batey, it was probably one of the poorest villages I had seen so far. The houses had roofs of corrugated metal that were full of holes, the beams which held them up were rotting, and the occasional cement floor was cracked and falling apart. Many of the children also had blond hair in wisps above their foreheads, a sign of terrible malnutrition. This was when I realized that the people in the city were truly the lucky ones, no question about it.
The site we were to build a church on was covered in old rotting garbage and surrounded with barbed wire and cacti. There were a few spray-painted lines on the ground, and with a pick and shovel, we started digging. In just a week, that empty lot was gone. Cnderblock walls were rising out of the ground, and the cacti and barbed wire were gone.
This year I am again going to the Dominican Republic, and I need your help raising money to go. On Saturday, March 4, at Sheehan High School in Wallingford, there will be a night of fundraising. The evening will include a concert by Service Station, a Christian band from Wallingford, along with more information about this year?s trip, at 2:30 and 7 p.m., a spaghetti dinner from 5 to 6:30, and a silent auction all evening. Tickets are $10 for adults, $7 for students, and children 5 and under are free. All tickets purchased through me, will go directly to my costs going to the Dominican Republic this year.