Yesterday I was at the library working and overheard the older gentleman sitting across from me speaking Kreyol on the phone. When he asked me a question about the availability of electrical outlets, I answered in Kreyol. To his considerable surprise.
We ended up talking about (what else) the earthquake. I asked if he wanted to see my pictures
. He did want to see them, very much.
We spent an hour talking and sharing while we went through my photos. It was intense but good, for both of us.
I don't think the other patrons were as excited about our connection as we were. Although we whispered and we were not in a designated quiet zone. No one really shushed us though. In fact, someone just to our left had been stealing a glance or two every now and then and when someone tried to shush us, he shushed them.
Sometimes, weary of queer infighting, I want to say "you know, 300,000 people died in an earthquake in Haiti. There are still a million and half homeless and in danger.
Is there really truly not any better way we could spend our energy?"