In the past few days, Bubba Clinton has been reported to to have said some rather unsavory things about the Hawaiian Who Would Be President to the late Lion of the Senate, but except for those who have eyes only for their own belly-buttons, none of that matters now.
The title of this post tells it all. Or you can text HAITI to 20222 for a quick $10 donation.
Go there and donate, unless you want to tell your grandchildren you did absolutely nothing for the victims of probably the worst disaster in this hemisphere in the past fifty years.
This one blows away the tsunami. It may not be as photo-tragic or epochal politically as the attacks on Lower Manhattan, and it may not be as evil as Rwandan genocide, Darfur or any number of atrocious acts committed by people against other people.
But this one has devastation on a scale almost unimaginable, in a land of poverty almost beyond belief. It is the near-wholesale destruction of a national capital populated by upwards of 2 million. It is the collapse of the National Palace. It is the falling-in of the roof of the National Cathedral. It is street after street, mile after mile, of flattened houses and buildings that had poorly been constructed and that crumbled each to dust during the mad shaking and aftershocks of a huge 7.0 temblor--the worst in that nation in 200 years (more or less since its liberation from the great and wonderful France)--and trapping within untold thousands of hapless innocents. It is the instant homelessness and heartbreak of a multitude.
A writer at the Daily Beast says that France was actually collecting REPARATIONS from Haiti until 1947, and that it ought to pay back every cent of that 22 billion in "reparations" right now, cash on the barrelhead.
Indeed.
For now, please go to Bubba's place and loosen up your wallet for Haiti. I know I am.
