Posts tagged “haiti”
June 20, 2013Raoul Peck “Fatal Assistance” Screening part of the Human Rights Watch Film Festival Wednesday, June 19 @ 6:30pm Film Society of Lincoln Center 144 West 65th St. New York, NY Thursday, June 20 @ 7pm IFC Center 323 6th Ave. at West 3rd St. New York, NY
Raoul Peck will be at the Film Society of Lincoln Center on Wednesday, June 19 and at the IFC Film Center on Thursday, June 20 to present the U.S. premiere of his new documentary Fatal Assistance.
Peck is an award-winning Haitian-born filmmaker, and in Fatal Assistance he leads us through the two-year process of colossal rebuilding efforts in post-earthquake Haiti. The film dives headfirst into the complexity of the reconstruction process and the impact of global humanitarian aid, revealing the disturbing extent to which these aid efforts were a failure. Through this film the viewer learns that a large portion of the money pledged to Haiti was never actually received, and the grand plans for reconstruction largely failed to materialize.
January 26, 2010One night, only days after an earthquake had leveled huge swaths of Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince, and killed an estimated 200,000 people there and in its environs, I found myself cruising thorough the city on the back of a moto-taxi. A crowded, dirty but also irrepressibly vibrant city during normal times, Port-au-Prince that night presented a landscape that could fairly be described as nightmarish. Visible through the darkness, the ruined shells of buildings destroyed in the 7.0 quake looked over the fragile forms of hundreds of thousands of people reduced to sleeping in the streets, while in the air mingled the corrosive smell of burning garbage and the vomitous, cloyingly sweet stench of human decay. A city I have sporadically called home since I first visited Haiti in 1997, and whose personality had become deeply ingrained in my soul, Port-au-Prince had never seemed more desperate or defeated. Then something happened. Despite the terrible suffering that had been visited on this poor nation of 9 million people, it began to dawn on me that, along the streets that I knew so well, life was going on after this terrible trauma.