Leaving US Soil

I settled in to my seat, leaving Miami, traveling to Port au Prince, Haiti. The plane was filled with black people. The in-flight announcements were in French.

I wrote in my journal after I got settled on the flight from Miami to Port au Prince, Haiti, “Well, well, well. I’m on my way. I’m on my way to foreign country. A foreign country where there was an earthquake that killed 230,000 people. My, my, my… Crime, kidnapping, washing out of a bucket for two months. What am I getting myself into?”