A few hours before Sandy’s heavy winds and downpours, dark clouds hung over the city. Since then, it’s been well…dark in Haiti. The specter of insecurity haunts everyone. Nobody you can trust. Every night ends with prayers for safe passage to the next morning, and every morning starts with prayers for safe return home in the afternoon. No more carefree days, lingering parties into the night, or bursts of laughter on street corners. Then came Jacmel with its outrage, and so comes the hope that we too, in Port-au-Prince, can rise as ONE to say NO to impunity.