One of the simple truths about CLM is that members’ success and failure depend on a lot more than the individual differences between particular members. “Success and failure” may be too strong. Almost all CLM members succeed. But they progress at very different speeds, and the differences can depend on a lot of different things.

The CLM members from the village of Jidipe can serve as an example. They are, as a whole, well ahead of the members from the other parts of Baille Tourrible. They themselves sometimes point to their relatively easy access to the area’s most important market, the one in Thomonde, but Thomonde is over four hours away from Jidipe on foot. What is striking is the strong commitment the members from Jidipe show to getting to market consistently nonetheless.

Magarette is a mother of five. She chose goat rearing and small commerce as her two CLM enterprises. Her goats haven’t yielded very much for her yet. She started with three, and now has only two. Those two are pregnant, but she sold the third when it showed no sign of fertility. She plans to replace it right away.

Her small commerce is another matter. She sells rice, oil, seasonings and other food, mainly at home, to neighbors who buy what they need to prepare a single meal.

We generally discourage our members from selling out of their homes. Women who sell to neighbors come under a lot of pressure to sell on credit, and CLM members often lack the social capital required to make their neighbors pay their debts. But Magarette has no such problem. She hikes down to the Thomonde market every Thursday, where her neighbors sell their produce. She collects what they owe her by seeking them out in the market, and then she does her own buying before she heads home. She started her business with the 1500 gourds of merchandise CLM gave her, and now has over 2500 gourds in it. And she’s managed that growth even as she’s used the business to keep her family fed, and is is ready to grow even more. She managed to buy a horse, which will greatly increase the amount of product she can move around.

The way she bought the horse says a lot about her. She started with 1200 gourds that came to her when it was her turn to receive the weekly payout from her CLM savings club. She and eleven other members put 100 gourds each week into a pot so that one of them would receive a large sum each week.

Magarette used those 1200 gourds to buy two turkeys, which she took care of and was eventually able to sell for 2000. To that money, she added 2500 gourds that she was able to save from six months of food stipends. Finally, she and her husband contributed 1500 gourds that they earned by selling their bean harvest. That gave her 6000 gourds, which was enough to buy a good horse.

Chimène and her husband are a young couple from Jidipe with only one child. She also chose goats and small commerce, but she’s had better luck than Magarette with her goats. Two of the three we gave her have had kids, though only one kid each. The third, unfortunately, died, but she was able to sell the meat.

Her small business is beans, which she now sells in the markets, both in Thomonde on Thursdays and on Saturdays in Koray, about an hour farther up the Baille Tourrible road from Jidipe. She hasn’t been selling them in the market for long. When she first joined the program, Ricot, her case manager, didn’t think she was ready. “I wanted to help her start making money,” he explains, “but I didn’t think she should keep too much cash around the house. She wasn’t used to having cash around. I thought she’d fritter it away.” So Ricot had her buy dry beans with all 1500 gourds, and just stock them as the price increased towards planting season. She only made 250 gourds, but all that money stayed in her hands.

Chimène also managed to buy a horse, though she took a route different from the one Magarette had taken, and did it with only 4500 gourds. She started with 1000 gourds that the CLM program paid her husband for putting up the walls of their house. We make 1000 gourds available for the builder that puts up the walls of each CLM house and 1000 gourds for the one who constructs the frame and puts on the roof. If a husband is able to do this work, the money can stay in the family. Chimène added 2500 gourds of savings, 500 gourds from her bean sales, and 500 gourds out of their own harvest. Her horse may be a good deal smaller than Magarette’s, but it’s able to carry her merchandise to and from both Thomonde and Koray. She still has 1250 gourds in her business, and is now ready to make it grow.

Both women are moving forward quickly, as are all their neighbors from Jidipe. They have cooperative husbands, fertile farmland, and smart and hardworking case managers. But the key is probably their own determination, a determination that somehow pervades the small community where they live.

Jesumène with her youngest son and a grandson.

Jesumène is a mother of eight who lives with her husband and their kids in Upper Viyèt, a large rural valley in east-central Boukankare. Viyèt is all farmland, and the land is fertile, but its concentration in the hands of relatively few ensured that it would be fertile ground for CLM’s selection process, too. Viyèt, and its immediate vicinity, is home to around seventy members.

Jesumène been with CLM for almost 18 months, and has flourished in the program. She’ll graduate in July. When she was first selected, things were bad. “We didn’t have food to eat. The children weren’t in school.” The family couldn’t work to make a living because they had no assets to work with: no land, no animals, and no livestock. They got by as day laborers in the wealthier neighbors’ fields.

The depth of her poverty, together with the number of children who depend upon her, led to her qualifying for a special level of support that CLM offered to a few CLM members through a special gift from an Irish organization called Bóthar. Jesumène received a cow as one of her assets, a much more expensive investment than the program can make in most members.

What is more important, however, is that she and her family have made the most of the opportunities that CLM has offered. The hardest challenge for those who receive cows is establishing a daily income. Cows take a long time to produce anything they can sell. But Jesumène managed her secondary asset — she received two goats — well, and also invested savings from her six-month stipend in poultry. In addition, she took some of that stipend and gave it to her husband to work with. He makes and sells chairs, having used his wife’s initial investment to start buying the materials he would need.

Jesumène loves CLM, and her reasoning is simple: “Tout sa yo di, se sa yo fè.” That means, “Everything they say they’ll do, they do.” She adds, “They helped us build a house. We had been getting soaked every time it rained, but now we can stay dry. We have a good house. We have livestock. We even have a latrine.”

But the progress that has meant most to her is just as simple. She says, “M gen yon ti kal tè pou m chita.” That means, “I have a little spot of land where I can sit down.” Before joining the program, she didn’t own even the ground that her shack was standing on. She was renting, having to figure out each year where to find the money to pay a landowner who didn’t really want her on the land.

Her family’s future is now bright. Her focus is on her livestock. “We need to take good care of them. We need to avoid wasting them so we won’t go back to how our life was before.” In addition to her poultry, she has five goats and two cows, the mother and its female calf. She’s now able to rent farmland that she can work with her husband and their kids, and she plans to eventually sell a cow so that she can buy a field of her own.

It’s been a long road for Jesumène. And the route forward may be still longer. But her eighteen months in the program have given her a very good start.

Josamène’s life has been extremely hard. Though she has succeeded wonderfully as a member of CLM, the struggles she has been through are evident as one speaks with her. The sharp contours etched into her face seem to reflect years of hardship. Her speech is barely audible. It comes in short phases, which are sometimes hard to understand at all. As she speaks, she looks to the side or towards the ground.

When you ask her what she thinks of CLM, her answer is simple, “Bagay yo ap mache.” That’s to say, “Things are working well.” She and her husband, Lwidòn, have six goats, a pregnant sow, and a small cow. They have two kids in first grade in a nearby school; it’s the first time any of their children have been to school at all. Things really do seem as though they are looking up.

Josamène was raised by an aunt and then an older sister, her parents having died when she was very young. None of the people who raised her ever called her Josamène. Since she was little girl, everyone has called her Ti Rizib. Even today, it’s the name her neighbors and the members of her family use.

But it’s a terrible name. The Creole word “rizib” comes from a French word that means “laughable.” The Creole word doesn’t have quite that sense, but to call Josamène “Ti Risib” is like calling her a nothing. It’s a very demeaning name, and one she has been living with all her life.

She and Lwidòn have had thirteen children, but only five of them are still alive. As I sit with the two of them on the ground in front of their new home, the first they’ve ever had with solid stone-and-mud walls and a tin roof, Lwidòn points sadly to the places in their yard where they’ve buried their kids, “Two here, two there, two over there.” His goes through the list as he points out their graves. Their five surviving children range from Ti Fanm, a 22-year-old mother of four, to Ti Mèn, a five-year-old girl.

Their home is in Deniza, a mountainside community overlooking the populous and poor community of Viyèt, in central Boukankare. They live with two daughters, Ti Wakin and Ti Mèn, a ten-or-eleven-year-old son, Fràn, and their granddaughter, Manouchecar. Their two older kids, Ti Fanm and their sixteen-year-old son Dieupuissant, live in Mibalè. The latter has been on his own for a couple of years now, supporting himself by washing cars and motorcycles in the river that runs through the center of town and by crushing rocks into gravel with a small hammer.

When our selection team first met them, they had a hard time getting Josamène to talk at all. Her neighbors told us she was egare. That means that she has a screw loose. Her husband said merely that she “konn pale anpil.” Literally, that would mean that she talks a lot. And, again literally, it was almost exactly false. If anything, Lwidòn was the one who did, and still does, almost all of the talking. But “pale anpil” means, more loosely, that someone is a little crazy, and Lwidòn explained that Josamène hadn’t been the same since the death of her last child, who was killed when their straw house burned down.

Like most CLM families, things were really difficult for Josamène, Lwidòn, and their kids when they joined the program. Their problems had been serious enough to drive their boy, Dieupuissant, to seek his own fortune in Mibalè, even though he was just in his early teens. The family didn’t always have enough to eat. Ti Wakin, the young girl born after Dieupuissant, ran away twice in their first months of CLM, and her explanation was simple: She was hungry.

What Josamène likes about the program, she puts simply: “You get the stuff they give you, and you start working with it.” She and Lwidòn have invested a lot of time and effort into developing their assets. Her animals are healthyShe doesn’t have a regular small commerce, but she sells the produce from the fields that she and Lwidòn work in.

We often say that CLM is about more than merely creating wealth. Helping families lift themselves out of poverty is a social phenomenon as well. And one aspect of the social change we try to effect is to work on the way members look at themselves.

A striking example of this came up when Josamène stood up at a meeting of CLM members and introduced herself. On one hand, it was the first time she had been willing to speak in a group setting. She had attended all of her previous meetings with Ti Wakin, her daughter, and she had let the girl do all her talking for her. On the other hand, Josamène refused to refer to herself as Ti Rizib. All through a game in which members introduce themselves and then run through the names of other women in the circle with them, Josamène insisted on the use of her full, real name, Josamène Loreliant, even in the middle of a community of women who had known her only by her nickname for years. Josamène was saying, essentially, “Don’t call me Ti Rizib.” When her case manager mistakenly referred to her as Ti Rizib in the middle of the meeting, she sniped audibly, “You too?” He apologized immediately. Lwidòn still calls her Ti Rizib, and when she’s asked whether that bothers her she jokes, “I just ignore him.”

Josamène will graduate from CLM on July 13th, and she had simple advice for any one else who would follow the same path: “Depi w mache maten, apremidi, ou pral soti.” Literally, that means, “As long as you walk both in the morning and the afternoon, you’ll find your way.” It’s her way of saying that, as long as you do the work the program asks of you, you will succeed. A picture of her daughter, Ti Wakin, in her school uniform is a fitting emblem of Josamène’s success.

When one speaks with a CLM member who is 17 or 18 months into the program, it is common to hear glowing accounts of “what CLM has done” for them. But Jean Manie’s declaration is different, and much stronger. She says, “I can never forget what CLM has done for me. It released me from slavery.”

When our staff first met Jean Manie, she was living “a moun.” That is to say, she was a restavèk, an unpaid domestic servant in her cousin’s home in Chimowo, a rural community along the main road that runs west from central Boukankare to the important market in Feyobyen. She had been living with the cousin for years, having grown up in her aunt’s house after her parents died when she was a very young girl. Life with her cousin and her cousin’s husband, Moussa, was hard. She would get up every day before dawn to make breakfast for the household. Then she would go into the fields. She worked in Moussa’s fields almost every day, unless she was doing the laundry or some other heavy household work.

At the time, Jean Manie was living separated from her young boy, Patrick. Moussa had put Patrick out of his house when he was a toddler, saying that he would feed Jean Manie, but not her son. So Jean Manie sent Patrick to her aunt’s house, where she would visit him now and again when she “really missed him.” Her first case manager, Sandra, told Jean Manie that CLM could only help her if Patrick was with her. CLM does not work with childless families. So the two of them spoke with Moussa, who was initially interested in the program, and he agreed to let Jean Manie bring Patrick back.

Moussa was enthusiastic because he thought that the program would bring resources into his own household. When he learned that we would be giving Jean Manie goats and a pig, he said they we could just put them together with his and that he would take care of them for her. When he heard that we’d help Jean Manie build a house, he said we could construct it on his land.

Things started to unravel as Moussa began to understand that CLM was a chance for Jean Manie to achieve independence. By that time, Jean Manie had a new case manager, Alancia, and Alancia made sure that Moussa understood that the assets we were giving Jean Manie were for her, not for the household. We tried to put an understandable spin on things: We explained that we thought it important that Jean Manie herself learn to take responsibility. But the message must have been too clear. Moussa wasn’t ready to simply send Patrick back to the aunt’s house, but he was willing and able to interfere with any progress Jean Manie might make. He would send her out into his fields to do farm work all day, forcing her to leave care of her animals to Patrick, who didn’t know how to take of them and too small to do so without direction. Her goats were soon in very bad shape, her pig had piglets, but they died of neglect. The sow died shortly after her young.

Jean Manie was not, however, alone in her struggle. Nor was Alancia the only one anxious to help her. The CLM program establishes village assistance committees in all the communities we work in. They are made up of local leaders who agree to lend a hand as we try to combat the extreme poverty around their homes. We established a committee for the area just east of Feyobyen, and the representative for Chimowo was Claude, a local farmer who also teaches at the little primary school in the area.

Claude attended one of the workshops we offered to committee members, and what he heard made him think of Jean Manie. “They said that I should pay closest attention to the women who have the most problems, and I saw that Jean Manie had big problems.” He began encouraging her to take better care of her animals, though he could see that she needed more than mere encouragement. He watched helplessly as the piglets and then the sow died and the goats’ condition deteriorated.

Jean Manie’s problems increased as she and Alancia started thinking about her house. Alancia vetoed Moussa’s idea. She would not allow the house to go up on Moussa’s land unless Moussa would deed a little piece of the land to Jean Manie. Ultimately, the land owner is the homeowner, so Jean Manie would have no guarantee unless her house went up on her own land. As Alancia started helping Jean Manie look for someplace to build, it became clear that Moussa would try hard to hold onto her. Alancia got initial agreement from their church’s pastor to sign over a very small corner of the church’s land to Jean Manie so that she could build. But when Moussa heard, he went to the pastor and threatened to leave the congregation if the pastor followed through with his promise. Rather than lose a relatively wealthy congregant, the pastor apologetically went back on his word.

Things took a turn for the worse one-day when Moussa and his wife sent Jean Manie to Mibalè, where they keep a home for children who are in secondary school. They sent her to do laundry for the kids. At the end of the day, they were angry because they felt that she ruined a new shirt. Not only did they refuse to give her money to pay for her transportation back to Chimowo from Mibalè, but they didn’t feed her that day. What’s more, they made her pay them for the allegedly ruined shirt. But Jean Manie still had nowhere to go with Patrick. She felt stuck with Moussa and his wife, the only home she knew.

The crisis came when Alancia and Jean Manie arranged for Claude to take over management of her surviving goats. Moussa was so enraged that he threatened to beat Jean Manie. The threat was real. She had been suffering physical abuse since she was a girl.

Alancia heard about the threat, and she sent Moussa a counter-threat of her own: If he laid a hand on Jean Manie, he would see what Alancia could do. The threat was vague, but its vagueness itself might have helped it. Alancia is, in any case, a strong and robust, six-foot woman who would tower over a man like Moussa. Rather than call her bluff, he decided to be done with the whole thing, and he threw Jean Manie and Patrick out.

Without a home to return to, they arranged, through Alancia, to move in with a fellow CLM member, who had just finished constructing her home. Tona had two children of her own, but she was willing to give a corner of her one-room house to Jean Manie and Patrick. Idana, another CLM member who lived closer to Moussa’s house, finished her house soon after that, and Jean Manie and Patrick moved in with her instead, even though she had four children and a husband in her little home.

None of that, however, offered anything like a permanent solution, and this is where Claude’s commitment really began to show. He owns several pieces of land, and decided to deed a small plot to her. It would be just enough to allow her to build a home.

Our program, however, does not simply build homes for its members. We provide roofing material and some money to pay builders, but members themselves have to supply the lumber and the rocks and dirt or palm-wood planks that are used to build up the walls. We think it’s critical for member families to have to work hard for the progress they make. But Jean Manie really had no resources at all to work with. Her assets were in bad shape. They hadn’t yet created any new wealth for her to invest in lumber or other materials. And she had no other land where she could find the lumber she’d need.

So Claude cut the lumber for Jean Manie on his own land, and helped her carry it to the small plot he had given her for her house. The plot itself had the dirt and rocks she would need for walls. Jean Manie had to prepare food for the workman who did the building, which was a real expense by her standards, but it was also a contribution she was capable of. She also hauled the water for the mud walls. She and Patrick moved into the house as soon as the first of the two small rooms was ready.

So Jean Manie escaped from Moussa, and began a new life with Patrick in her own house. Looking back, she’s come to understand that she was a slave. But when she talks about what makes her maddest about all the years she spent with Moussa, she doesn’t mention physical or other abuse. She doesn’t mention being hungry or exploited. She talks instead about something that happened one Sunday after church. Patrick was hungry, so he dug up a sweet potato in Moussa garden and boiled it. When Moussa saw, he was furious. He told Patrick never to take anything from his garden again. Jean Manie says, “I was so angry. All the years that I’ve planted and harvested those gardens, and prepared all the food the family eats, and Moussa can’t let my boy eat a sweet potato.”

Finally in her own home, things started to look up. She even took money from the sale of meat from her sow, added savings from six months of income replacement stipends, and was able to buy a very young bull. Claude takes care of it for her.

Once the door was up on her house, she was able to start a small commerce. Initially, she sold kerosene. She would give Claude the money to buy it for her in Domon, where it’s cheaper, and then she would sell it in the local market in Feyobyen. But Jean Manie felt that it wasn’t selling well enough, so she decided to sell kabesik instead.

Kabesik is low-grade rice. It consists mostly of broken grains. It’s imported from the Dominican Republic, where it’s used mainly as feed for livestock. The Dominicans call it “cabecita,” which means “little head.” The Kreyòl word comes from the Spanish. In Haiti, kabesik is a staple for those families who can’t afford anything else. Jean Manie buys 600 gourds worth of kabesik on Fridays, in the market in Domon. That’s about six large coffee cans of it. She’s able to sell five of the coffee cans for the same 600 gourds in one or two days in the market. She uses the sixth coffee can to feed herself and Patrick. Between that rice, and the various things she can scavenge, she’s keeping the two of them fed — Patrick has even put on some weight — but she’s not able to make the kind of progress we hope for.

There is, however, another factor. She is a young woman, and at various times over the years she’s had suitors. Nothing much came of the relationships while she was living with Moussa and his family. He acted as her parent. Suitors had to go through him. He would insist that they help her work in his fields, and his demands would eventually discourage them.

Things changed when she moved into her own home. Shortly after she finished her house, a local agricultural laborer moved in with her. Things were going well for a short while. He works at a sugar mill, and would bring her logs of the dark brown sugar called “rapadou,” which is popular in the Haitian countryside. She’d sell the logs, and it was a nice addition to her income.

The relationship unraveled when Jean Manie got sick and went to the hospital. The doctor told her that she had an infection and that she should refrain from sex during the couple of weeks of treatment she’d need. The man got angry, and he moved out. A couple of weeks later, he wanted to move back, but Jean Manie said she wouldn’t take him. He said that he would have sex with her whether or not she was willing. Fortunately, she told Alancia, who reported him to the police before anything could happen. She also spoke to the guy, letting him know that she’d have him arrested if he carried out his threat.

Eventually, another man started showing interest in Jean Manie. This time, Jean Manie sent him to talk to Claude. She chose to have Claude play the parental role. So Claude talked to the new boyfriend about his prospects and intentions, and he liked what he heard. He’s a middle-aged widower with grown children. He shows no interest in having more kids. He has his own productive farmland, so he is able to contribute to the household. He initially wanted to have Jean Manie and Patrick move in with him, but Claude insisted that Jean Manie she stay in her own home, and the guy eventually agreed. For now, the relationship seems promising. Claude seems optimistic: “It hasn’t been easy, but I pulled her through. Some day, I want to hear people say, ‘Look what Claude did.'”

Jean Manie will graduate in July, though her situation is still precarious. She has goats and a cow, but can’t really manage them. Claude does it for her. Her income is small, just about enough for her to feed herself and her son, but it isn’t yet likely to grow very much. She hasn’t shown much evidence that she’s a capable businesswomen. Even with the intensive work she’s done with Alancia, it’s only support from fellow CLM members that has enabled her to get her little business going. Her best hope right now depends on her new relationship working out.

But her life now is nothing like what it was. “The best thing is,” she says, “that when you live in your own house you get up when you want and go to sleep when you want to too. With Moussa, I used to have to get up at 2:00 every morning to make breakfast for the rest of the household before I went out into the fields.” The difference is even more visible in Patrick. At Moussa’s, he was silent, scared. He was always looking at the ground. Now he’s playful, full of cheer. He’s a happy, healthy boy. He’s about eight, and he finally was able to finish first grade this year. His mother dreams that he’ll be able to go much farther than that. And maybe he will.

Several weeks ago Jill and Steve and I had the privilege of following Gauthier and one of his caseworkers to visit three CLM clients, or sisters, as Steve Werlin has suggested. The case manager, Shirley, was one of the rare females willing to perform this job, which demands the ability to maneuver a motorcycle along Haiti’s back roads (substitute creek bed for road here).

After two hours of being knocked into one another in the back of an SUV, our delegation arrived at the outpost that serves as the caseworkers’ home for much of the week. Feeling giddy over our safe arrival, I was trying not to think about the drive home, and one dicey precipice in particular, where I had wondered whether it might be useful to our driver if I screamed.

Once landed, we climbed the footpath leading up from behind the small school, and arrived at the home of the first CLM client. She came out to greet her Fonkoze team with a graceful welcome, obviously at ease with the relative invasion of Americans, I presume this was because her beloved Gauthier had brought them. She wore a t-shirt, a hand-me-down from the States, created no doubt for an American teenager, but its message seemed to sum up with perfect precision the way that Gauthier and his team view their sisters in the program. The shirt read, “as a matter of fact, the world DOES revolve around me.”

This woman was doing well in the program and showed us the work that she and the Fonkoze team had so far performed on her new home, a dwelling that was to house her family of ten.

The second client/sister was waiting for us in front of her newly completed house, two of her children sat on the front stoop, her husband helped to hang the laundry. She had a sleeping one-month-old baby in her lap. Shirley and Gauthier spoke with this pretty young mother, joked with her, asked how she was dealing with her new her goats, her new ceramic water filter. Before we left, Gauthier asked what she thought of the new tin roof on her home.

“Before, when it used to rain, the house would fill with water.” She answered. “But now, when the rains fall at night, we lie in our beds and sing.”

The third sister we visited that day had several children, one of which looked to be about nine, and who had been born with a correctable but untreated condition that affected her vision. Gauthier and his team had managed to save some of her sight by taking her to a distant hospital for surgery. This young girl stood folded in Shirley’s arms as Gauthier told us her story.
At one point during our visit this girl’s mother proudly brought out a small workbook, which revealed her own carefully rounded cursive. She was learning to write her name for the first time.

We asked if we could take a picture of her. She nodded yes, took a deep breath and froze in a half smile. The photo was snapped, and she released her tense shoulders, letting go a suppressed puff of air.

It was at this moment that I understood how brave these women must be. Imagine allowing someone, some organization to enter your life for evaluation. Imagine taking them through your home, peering into corners, sifting through your finances, relationships, gathering all of the information needed to turn your life in a sustainable direction. Bettering your lives and the lives of your children, yes, but how brave you must be to take this first step. Like tensing at the sight of a needle, you understand that it may save your life, but still, you gulp, wince, and then, whew, … begin to breathe again. You do this for your children and your children’s children. You suffer this scrutiny for those you love.

And now imagine the one who scrutinizes. Imagine the delicacy required of Gauthier and his team. Imagine one who possesses the tenderness to carefully pry open a life of chronic poverty in order to offer help, one who can intrude without being intrusive. This is a rare variety of human being, a highly infrequent specimen found occasionally in the remote back hills of Haiti’s Central plateau. This is Gauthier and his remarkable family.

I wish all of you in this room could have the opportunity to follow Gauthier up into the hills to visit his CLM sisters. I know it would give you hope, and courage, like a new tin roof. So that when the rains fall in your own lives, you too might lie in bed and sing.

One of the important pieces of the package of support that CLM offers to members is home repair. When members talk about the program, they consistently cite their new home with its good tin roof as one of the biggest changes that CLM has brought into their lives.

And it’s easy to understand. Most of the families we select for the program are living in terrible circumstances when we find them. Their shacks are thrown together out of the materials they can find: straw, sticks, and palm seedpods. Some of the women have the energy and the focus to make something more-or-less habitable out of the very limited resources available, but it is striking how many of them don’t. They fail to see the opportunities that even they have to make minor repairs to their houses because the small improvements in comfort or security that they could achieve are hidden by the daily search of something minimal to eat. Patching a roof or a wall, even when it would be helpful and easy, can’t seem very important to someone who has nothing to feed her kids.

All that is before women join CLM. We think of home repair as important for at least three reasons. First and most importantly, it is preventative healthcare. Families cannot stay healthy without a dry place to sleep. Second, it is economics. Members cannot engage in small commerce without a reasonably secure place to keep merchandise and cash. Finally, it is a matter of dignity. It is hard for a woman to become and to feel like a well-regarded member of her community if she lives in a shack that neighbors will always look down upon.

At the same time, we don’t look at housing as something we can just do for our members. They need to get used to doing things for themselves, and home repair is a good place to start. We give them roofing material and nails, and we pay the builders who put up the walls and raise the roof, but the members themselves have to provide the lumber they need along with the mud, rocks, or wood that they use to make the walls. It’s a big investment for our program: something like one-sixth of our total budget. And a big investment for our members: collecting the lumber and other materials can involve hard work, relatively big expenses, or both.

Here are some photos of homes before CLM home repair and one before-and-after shot:

All this is just a way of explaining why Monday afternoon’s activities in Bay Tourib seemed so odd. I went to two different CLM homes with a team of case managers and a carpenter who’s also a member of the local CLM support committee, and we removed the roofs from the houses and walked away with the tin.

The first case was straightforward, and we felt good about it. A CLM member had built her house on land that belonged to her partner, next to his mother’s house. He was abusive, and she had had enough. She wanted to leave him, but was worried that she wouldn’t be able to rebuild what she had with him. She was afraid to go by herself to take the assets that CLM had given her. So she talked to her case manager, and he talked to the team. He also talked to the man. The result of it all is that we went to the house as a team, with the man’s agreement, and collected her things: the tin roofing material, the roofing nails, some cement, her water filter, and a few personal items. There was a large and loud crowd, but the only sign of conflict was an argument between her and the guy’s mother over ownership of a spoon.

The second case was much more difficult. Moïse and his wife were selected for CLM because they were having a hard time just feeding their kids. A few months into the program, Moïse’s wife left him.

Normally, CLM would continue to support the woman, but we couldn’t in this case. She had abandoned Moïse and all their kids. So we decided to stick with the children, registering a daughter as the household’s nominal member. Titon, the case manager, would meet weekly with Moïse and the little girl, and they would come together to CLM trainings.

But it hasn’t worked out.

It isn’t that unusual for CLM members to be dishonest early in our experience with them. Why would they trust us? What must look like the best things we do for them — giving them assets to manage and home repair assistance — must also look too good to be true. Especially when they are surrounded by jealous neighbors, who are encouraging them to believe that we are up to no good. Distrustful members will sell a goat and then lie to us about it, claiming it was stolen or that it died. They decide to burn through their assets before we take them away again. Generally, we stick by the members as they learn that we are really looking to support them over the long haul, and things work themselves out.

Moïse’s case didn’t work out. He sold two of his daughter’s goats, lying to Titon to hide what he had done. When Titon confronted him with evidence that he’d sold the goats, he changed his story, claiming that he had sold them because he had an urgent need for cash to by clothes and supplies to send his children to school. When Titon spoke to the children in his absence, they denied that their father had given them any of the things he had pretended to buy. Titon confronted him with this additional lie. By that time, Titon had spent some time asking around, and he learned that Moïse had spent the money on another woman he was trying to attract.

Moïse agreed to buy a goat to replace at least one of the ones he had sold off, and Titon agreed to keep working with him. A couple of weeks later, Moïse showed Titon the goat he had purchased. Titon asked to see the goat’s papers. He wanted proof that the goat in fact belonged to Moïse, and when Moïse showed them to him he hoped that he had worked through the worst of the lying and that they could now move forward. He decided to hold onto the papers for a little bit just to be sure.

His hope didn’t last long. The goat, it turns out, belonged to one of Moïse’s neighbors, an older woman who had asked Moïse to look after it for her. He convinced her to lend him the goat’s papers as well, but when she asked him to return the papers and he had to explain that he couldn’t, she decided to make a lot of noise.

For Titon, it was the last straw. He felt he needed to do something to show that the agreements we make with members mean something. They sign a contract in which they promise not to sell the assets we give them without our permission. Not only had Moïse broken the promise more than once, he had lied about. Other nearby CLM members were also telling Titon, who is loved and respected by most, that Moïse had been encouraging them to do as he had done.

So we decided to suspend Moïse and his family from the program. We went to their home, removed their roof, and took their water filter. Their two remaining goats are already in the hands of a committee member, who’s holding on to them pending a final decision.

Taking the roof off a poor person’s house is very far from what our role should be. Moïse’s yard filled with neighbors as we worked, talking quietly and staring in disbelief. After we had removed the first few sheets of tin, I heard someone say, “//tout bon//?” That’s like asking whether what she was seeing was real. Would we really carry out the threat Titon had been making to remove Moïse from the program? I think we did the right thing. I don’t think Moïse left us any choice.

But I was chatting with another CLM member as we were removing the roof, and we had to agreed that it was an ugly, if an appropriate, thing to do. It’s the wet season, and as heavy rains fell late that night, I had to wonder how Moïse and his children were making out. I was dry, lying in a comfortable bed, in the residence we share with the Partners in Health medical staff.

Bwawouj is an oval valley, bordered on the north by a steep ridge that overlooks the major market in Regalis, in Ench. On the south, it is enclosed by another high ridge, this one slicing through Tit Montayn, from east to west. From our base camp in Zaboka, it takes almost two hours to get to the edge of Bwawouj — two difficult hours — and that base camp is already a four-hour hike from Viyèt, the closest our motorcycles can reach.

So, Bwawouj is one of the remoter parts of our territory. Orweeth is our case manager there, though he generally goes by a nickname, “Baba.” He’s been spending his Tuesdays in Bwawouj since January 2011. It’s a high-pressure situation because we have very little hope of helping our members there any time between visits. Baba has been struggling together with about a dozen CLM members as they’ve worked to build up their assets — mostly livestock — and learned to live better, healthier lives. Towards the end of June, the members in Bwawouj are scheduled to graduate from our program. They should be able to feed their children well, have asset bases large enough to help them weather a shock, and plans that will enable them to continue improving their lives after CLM leaves.

But the progress that CLM members make is always fragile. Their lives change dramatically during the program’s eighteen months, but the majority remain very poor. And though they can weather much more of a shock than they could have before we met them, they are still very far from anywhere that one would really like them to be. As we help these members move towards graduation, we struggle with them and the difficulties, both large and small, that continue to stand in their way.

Mirlène lives with her husband, Orélès, near the top of the ridge that looks down on Regalis. Their home is about as out-of-the-way as we get. They had two little girls, a five-year-old and a baby, just over one. A couple of weeks ago, the baby got sick. She had a fever and diarrhea, nothing very uncommon for a baby here.

Orélès reacted quickly. He ran to the midwife who had delivered the baby, convinced that his daughter was sick because he hadn’t yet paid the midwife’s bill. What the midwife said to him is worth quoting exactly. “Dlo a gaye, men kanari a la.” That means, “The water’s been spilled, but the pitcher’s still there.” It was a way to say that the baby was going to die, that Orélès should see to the mother instead. The midwife told him that he need not bother to bring the baby to a doctor. “Se pa yon maladi doktè.” That means, “It’s not a medical sickness,” and it is a way to say that the disease is related to some sort of mystical curse.

Orélès rushed back home to find the baby dead and his wife feeling sick. He and Mirlène struggled to plan a decent funeral, borrowing about $20 for a casket and almost twice as much for other funeral expenses.

By the time they had buried their daughter, Mirlène was really sick. Orélès ran with her first to a small clinic in Regalis, run by World Vision. It’s almost two hours from his home, but superior and less expensive care at a Partners in Health clinic is at least twice as far.

He bought all the medications the World Vision team prescribed, but then watched as his wife’s state continued to deteriorate. So he spoke to a friend who told him about a very skilled Vodoun practitioner in an area called Nan Chanbo, on the eastern end of Tit Montayn. It would be a long hike, but his friend assured him that the healer would be able to help Mirlène. He thought about the midwife’s claim that the sickness was not medical, and decided to bring his wife to Nan Chanbo. She’s still there, but is apparently recovering well. She should be ready to leave the healer’s home in a few days.

But now they have significant expenses to manage, expenses that could easily derail their progress forward. The $60 for the funeral is only part of the problem. The Vodoun healer assesses two separate fees. Orélès will have to pay about $30 just to take his wife home. After that, he will owe about $190 more as a final bill. That larger sum he will pay in five installments, coming once a year to the healer’s Vodoun festival in December with one-fifth of the fee as a tribute.

So even though they can carry that main fee as a long-term debt, they would need about $90 right away, and the only place they could generally look is towards their livestock. They have a substantial crop of beans that will generate some money if the harvest is good, but it won’t be ready until July. They could sell a couple of goats to get themselves out of the hole they are in, but we don’t want them to do that because their goats are the key to the asset base that we want them to develop.

Fortunately, there is a solution. We budget a small amount of money for emergency expenses. It’s a fund conceived just for cases like this: sudden expenses that risk throwing a member back into the extreme poverty she has struggled to rise out of. We have arranged to meet Orélès in a nearby market tomorrow morning, and will give him the money he needs to eliminate his immediate debts. He’ll still have to finish paying the healer, but he and Mirlène will have five years to take care of that.

In the meantime, they can continue to build up their assets. They are ready to buy a horse, which will enable Mirlène to start up a small commerce in the markets across the mountains as soon as she feels able. We cannot help her or Orélès with the grief that they feel, but we can support them so that they stay on their feet as they move forward on the path out of poverty.

Sephilia’s case is more complicated. She’s an older woman who’s raised eight children, seven of her own and an orphaned niece. All eight are married. Sephilia would not have qualified for CLM, but one of her sons was abandoned by his wife, who left their daughter behind. She became Sephilia’s ninth child.

We don’t know whether it was his wife’s abandonment or something else, but something drove Sephilia’s son crazy. He spends his days yelling and clapping and making other noise, then hiding behind a fence of straw that he’s built up next to her house. He does no work, but lives on what he can get from his mother. She always shares whatever she has with him, but it’s never enough. He is aggressive towards her, even violent. He threatens her with fists and rocks, and if you challenge him about it, he acts as though he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. She struggles to keep any food in the house at all because he will take anything that appeals to him, claiming that CLM has made her rich and that he is hungry, and then leave her and his daughter to fend for themselves.

But there is some method to his madness. He has never threatened or laid a hand on his daughter. His elderly mother has born the whole force of his violence. And he hasn’t touched the assets that his mother has begun to accumulate, though the goats and poultry would seem vulnerable to damage or theft.

Now, Sephilia is, more or less, ready to graduate. She is much less wealthy than some of her fellow members. She’s an older woman, and cannot work very hard. But she has about enough in assets to meet our minimum criterion, has farmland that she can continue to build wealth with, and a plan to grow. But the life-threat that her son represents puts all of that continuously at risk.

She’s spoken to her other children, and there is a son who would especially like her to simply move into his home. But her other children, she says, want her to stay where she is. They like the fact that they can come by anytime and get a cup of coffee or a little something to eat from their mom.

While this might sound like their selfishness, I think the truth is deeper than that. Her life in the yard in which she raised her children, where her husband’s body rests, means a lot to her. She seems to find much of her sense of worth in the little things that, as poor as she is, she can offer her kids. Though she understands that it makes sense for her to leave her home to live in a place where she’d be safe, and though she could easily bring all her livestock with her, that’s not what she wants to do. She says that her children want her to stay where she is, but she talks and acts as though it is what she herself wants. And it’s hard to blame her.

But it’s also hard to figure out how to protect her from her son. The nearest legal authority is almost two hours away on foot. She has another son and a son-in-law who live within fifteen or twenty minutes from her — there are no closer houses — but they are in their own fields all the time. We haven’t been able to get a hold of them yet. She says that her son-in-law in particular has said he’ll protect her, but that’s not working so far.

So we spent a lot of time with the crazy son while we were up there– talking, explaining, and threatening — trying to communicate how important it is for him to let his mother be. She still doesn’t have a door that she can lock on her new home, and Baba has pushed the carpenter who’s responsible for the door to get it done. But we are not sure what else we can do. We won’t be anywhere near her for almost two weeks, and we just have to hope that things will remain stable until then.

by Gauthier Dieudonné, Director of CLM

Izemène Pierre is a forty-year-old mother of eight, who lives in Brinèt, a community right off the main road leading to the town of Saut d’Eau. She used to live in Petit Bois, a village in the neighboring commune of Lachapelle. Her husband was the sole bread winner of the house, and when he died, she was left to fend for herself and her children.

Desperate and homeless, she and her children followed a man to the annual week long festival of Saut d’Eau. A couple of days after getting there, the man disappeared. She turned to begging, and the children began doing chores for other people so they could get something to eat. At night they would huddle together on the streets to sleep, something that a lot of people do during the festivities.

Once the festival was over, they could no longer sleep in the streets. They started roaming through those streets and the roads leading into and out of the town. At the end, they began squatting on a piece of land along side of the main road.

The caretaker responsible for the land didn’t have the heart to throw them off. He allowed them to put up a shack that her oldest sons made out of twigs and mud. In December 2011, she was selected for the CLM program. She chose goats and pigs as assets. In addition, she received the rest of the items in the CLM package.

Once the owner of the land found out that a latrine was being built for Izemène and a more permanent housing being assembled, he offered to sell her a piece of land where she could establish herself and her family. Most landowners would have just thrown her out. He didn’t want to have the more permanent structures on his own land, but he was willing to make things as easy for Izemène as he could. He even gave her some time to figure out how to get the money.

But there was a problem: CLM has no funds to buy land for its members, and Izemène had nothing like the money she would need. On the other hand, if she could not buy the land, she would have to leave it.

The solution came as a surprise to us all. The CLM program often receives visitors, and we always take them to visit our members. We took a group to visit Izemène, and they were so moved by her situation, that they decided to make a contribution so that she could buy the piece of land.

Now Izemène is the proud owner of a piece of land with proper legal documents. This is the first time she has ever owned anything that valuable. Now that the raining season has started, her case manager and her regional supervisor are rushing to make sure that her house is put up to protect her and her family from the rain.

As the rainy season begins, we are trying to help our members plant vegetable gardens. Though almost all of them farm — whether on land they own or rent, as sharecroppers, or as day laborers — few grow vegetables. They principally grow staples: corn, millet, and beans.

We want them to look to vegetable gardening as an easy way to add both some nutrition to their diet and some income to their household. We have been emphasizing spinach, okra, carrots, and peppers: all crops that are familiar to Haitians and easy-to-grow. Our approach has been to invite members in each community to set up a model garden on one member’s land. They see and experience how to establish a garden that’s likely to succeed. Then we sell them inexpensive seeds at cost

The photos below come from Dotif, a large community in Bay Tourib, about an hour’s hike from our base. Case Managers Rony Dorrélus and Ricot Baptiste led a group of CLM members and their husbands through a morning of work as they prepared a garden patch and then planted it with spinach, peppers, and carrots.

They started by measuring a small square off land close to the river that separates Dotif from Marekaj. The land belongs to Renia and her husband Johnny, a CLM family whom Rony serves. Here Rony and Johnny do the measuring. They drive sticks into the ground as markers.

They then clear the weeds off the land with a hoe. Husbands took turns.

The wives went through and picked out the weeds that had been hacked down. This minimizes the need for weeding later on.

They then measured off three distinct rectangular strips. They’ll eventually plant a different crop in each.

They worked hard to get all the little rocks and the last traces of weeds out of the rectangles. The strips were lovely.

They mixed their own fertilizer, a blend of fireplace ashes, horse manure, and good dirt. They work the clumps out with their hands.

Rony showed them how to sprinkle the fertilizer lightly over the areas they would be planting.

Then they planted the seeds in parallel stripes they would trace across the rectangles.

Renia’s daughter, Da, watches her dad plant some carrots.

They covered the rectangles with banana leaves and watered them. In a couple of days they’ll start checking to see whether the plants are emerging. As soon as they start to see the shoots emerging, they’ll remove the banana-leaf covering.

This little garden should provide Renia’s family with plenty of spinach and carrots. When the pepper plants start growing, she will share the seedlings with her neighbors.

Marie Gedéon has made a lot of progress since we last spoke to her. When I first wrote about her, I called her “Ann.” (See: Introducing Ann.) In a second piece, I described her initial progress. (See: Ann, Part Two.) Her real name is Marie Gedéon, though she is often called by her husband’s name, Madanm Kapitèn. She’s a CLM member from Giyòm, living in an isolated home on top of a hill in the middle of that road-less, agricultural area of Boucan Carré. When we first met her, things were really hard. She was struggling, not always successfully, just to feed her seven children. Her husband, almost paralyzed, was unable to help at all.

Her sole source of income was the scrub palm she could collect from the hills where she lives. She would sell it to passing merchants, and make about five dollars a week. She was grateful for the occasional small bag of sweet potatoes her sister-in-law would give her. She joined the program with enthusiasm, explaining that “a woman always has something going on,” and she went right to work.

She caught her first break when her husband’s health improved. Within a few months of their entry into CLM, Kapitèn was healthy enough to help his wife care for the cow she received from CLM thanks to a special gift to CLM. And his health continued to improve. Now, over two years since he first grew ill, he is able to farm their land again. Their farming is important, too, because Marie Gedéon’s cash income is still weak. The farming that she and Kapitèn do is their main source of food for their kids.

Her cow has been doing very well. It gave birth to a healthy calf, which is flourishing. The excess milk that it produces beyond what the calf needs goes straight to her children. “I don’t want to sell the milk, because I want to make sure the calf has enough. But the kids enjoy drinking it, and it’s good for them.”

Her goats are now flourishing as well. She originally received two from the CLM program, and she bought a third with some of the money that she consistently set aside from her six months of food stipends. Setting that money aside cut into her ability to feed her family and send the children to school, but she felt strongly that her family’s future depended on her saving her money. So, she said, they just needed to be “resigned.” Eventually, two of her goats had kids, which brought her total to five.

But she knows that she will have to start a small commerce if she is ever going to be able to feed her children every day and send them to school, and that she lives too far from the nearest roads and centers of population to be able to develop a business without a horse to carry her merchandise. So she sold one of her larger goats, added the proceeds from the sale to savings from her food stipends and money she made by selling some charcoal and some of their last harvest, and bought a small horse. “I’m just not someone who can carry a lot on her head, and not many people will climb up to my house to buy anything I want to sell.”

So now she has a horse to carry her merchandise with, but still has no merchandise. But she’s not worried. She still has one young male goat, though it’s a small one, and she plans to sell it in a month or so, and use the proceeds to buy merchandise.

One last note: The interview that led to this story was held in Boucan Carré. Marie Gedéon had come to a one-day eye clinic that visiting American optometrists were offering to CLM members. The clinic is not a regular part of our program, but we try to develop any contacts that come our way to get our members services that we know they need. Marie Gedéon didn’t feel the need to have her eyes checked. Her vision is good. But she knew we needed to speak with her, so she came by.

It was lucky that she did. While she was there, one of the optometrists checked her out. It turns out that she has early but clear indications of glaucoma. We gave her the drops she will need to use daily in order to save her vision.