exodus

I resigned from my position in Haiti, and returned to DC. I plan on spending the next week literally on the couch, recovering from what has happened to me, then I will make plans for what I will do, - about that, I am not particularly worried. Maybe I will work for Obama, if he will take me.

I absolutely can not publicly write about the events that led me to leave abruptly in the middle of the night, but know that I am ok. The essence of the story is that I will not negotiate with terrorists who live in a tribal mentality of fear, violence, and so on. But the story is much more complex than that. I will tell you - my friends, individually, about what has gone on, but I can not be eloquent when I am still so shaken up.

Now more than ever, I have a solidarity with the Haitian people, who live with violence breathing down their necks, appearing in their bedrooms, positioning itself through the government. And this last experience, has changed my life.

One of the last things I saw, before I left, was a tiny girl, just learning to walk, a patient- dancing for the waiting patients with an elderly man who was unable to really walk. Both he and the little girl were laughing. I will never forget that moment.

Please watch this video of Maria Shriver. I certainly know who my brothers are, and I might need them the most, now.