Okay people, I don’t ask you for much, but I’m asking all of you to do two things. You’ve seen on your televisions the horror in Haiti. I have a friend who has been working for a long time to adopt a little boy from the BRESMA orphanage in Port-au-Prince, home to about 150 orphans. My friend and her husband just learned that their little boy survived, as did the other children. But they’re all sleeping outside, and they have about a day’s supply of water left, and according to one of the young women who runs the place, people are shooting each other in the streets for water.
These children are going to die if they don’t get help very, very soon. This is where all of you come in. The U.S. liaison for BRESMA is Kentucky Adoption Services. Some of their staff are leaving soon to hand deliver money and supplies to the orphanage. Go to their website and give them something. The head of their Haiti program has promised to personally oversee the use of the funds. Help them out, please.
The second thing is maybe a little tougher. According to the people on the ground, if they don’t get these children out of there soon, supplies or no, they’re going to start dying. Please contact your congressmen and urge them to help persuade the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services to immediately grant “Humanitarian Parole Visas” to all the orphans of the BRESMA orphanages in Port-au-Prince. Perhaps there’s a better list (if so someone please tell me), but this site gives you home office numbers for representatives, and this site does pretty much the same for senators, except it only gives their DC office line. If they don’t know what you’re talking about, direct them to Kentucky Adoption Services, or heck, send them here. And call them, don’t fill out the email form. Calls matter a heck of a lot more to politicians than emails.
As for my friends who know people, chances are I’ve emailed you already, and so thanks for whatever branches you can shake. But if you’re reading this and you just happen to know someone with influence, or know someone who knows someone, go rattle their cages right now.
One hundred fifty orphans on the verge of death, and all of us in the land of the Statue of Liberty wanting to do something. So let’s.