Dr. Vincent DeGennaro Jr. ’02 | January 20, 2016
At any other time, our presence in this part of town would be difficult. The streets of the downtown market in Port-au-Prince are always tightly packed with people and cars and covered in a dark brown muck that is equal parts dirt, stagnant water and trash.
While most people come here to conduct business or buy food for their homes, a tiny portion are unemployed youths associated with local gangs, looking to make — or take — a quick buck. Two foreigners promenading the streets like Grace and me could be a target, especially if we had cash, like we do today. And police protection does not exist. The police do not patrol here; their presence is unwelcome and many officers have been shot at for daring to enter the neighborhoods.
Why have we decided to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon here?