'Where You Live When You Don't Belong' is a piece from my project Identidad. Idantite. Identity.
which aims to bring to light the current situation of those of Haitian descent living in Dominican Republic. It follows individuals whose citizenship has been denied or revoked by changes in Dominican law and connects these individuals, through the art of photography, to others around the globe.
These images are from November 20th, 2015 in Pak Kabo where 'deportee camps' have sprung up on the Haitian side of the DR/Haiti border just north of Anse Pitre. It is estimated that over 3,000 former residents of Dominican Republic live in these southern camps, and over 10,000 throughout Haiti. These individuals arrived in the camps after having been forcibly deported or choosing to leave due to physical and verbal threats soon after the Dominican government changed immigration laws, effectively leaving thousands stateless. Some of these individuals were born in the DR and had never set foot in Haiti prior. Most came with the few things they could carry and some came with nothing at all. All had been targeted by the color of their skin and the manner with which they spoke.
The tents within the camps are made of plastic and old clothes, which let in the dust and rain. Many have fled Dominican Republic and their established homes in fears of a massacre of those whose appearance or speech would betray their Haitian roots. They were threatened with the possibility of an event similar to the Parsley Massacre of 1937 in which thousands of Haitians were slaughtered under the Trujillo dictatorship. One man had lived in the Dominican Republic since 1974 and raised a family there. When he was physically threatened and told that he and his family would be killed, he gathered his children and grandchildren and fled to the border. They lost everything. There are also stories of Dominican officials taking advantage of the fear. A family living in the Barahona region of the Dominican Republic watched their home burn down after two 'forestales' (forest rangers) walked in, lit a stick on fire in their cooking stove, and ignited their home. Six of the seven children were born in the Dominican Republic, and their birth certificates burned with the house. They now cannot prove Haitian or Dominican citizenship.
The Haitian government gives the deported $30 for transportation back to the place that they came from in Haiti, but in many cases it is insufficient or after living in the Dominican Republic their entire lives, they have no family in Haiti. Stories arose that the Haitian government does not want aid at the border camps due to the fear that the camps will become permanent -- both discouraging foreign aid and blocking domestic aid. The resources in Haiti, which is the most impoverished country in the western hemisphere, are already spread too thin. There are organizations that are helping, such as the Jesuits in Malpasse, a Catholic priest in Anse Pitre and other small organizations, but it does not seem like there is a considerable or consistent effort to provide assistance. Residents do not feel safe in the camps. During the night strangers throw rocks into the tents, using this as a tactic for distraction while they rob. There is no security for food, work or clean water. And now cholera has broken out within the camps and shut the border to commerce.
But people are resilient, trying to hold on to normalcy. They started a school under a thatched roof and children were learning numbers in Creole. A nineteen year old mother, born in the Dominican Republic without once leaving, nurses her 8 month old child. An eighteen year old girl who is seven months pregnant decorates her plastic tent with anything that she can find. People hold on tightly to small possessions, the things that give identity, dignity--a kite made of plastic bags, a guitar made of wood and a bottle, plastic flowers brought across the border, photographs. They are mothers, brothers and sisters with lives that have been pulled out from underneath them.