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- <title>
- May 20, 1991: Bangladesh:In Disaster's Wake
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- May 20, 1991 Five Who Could Be Vice President
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- WORLD, Page 32
- BANGLADESH
- In Disaster's Wake
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- <p>"It was as if our world collapsed under our feet and another
- world was swallowing us."
- </p>
- <p>By ANITA PRATAP/UJANTIA
- </p>
- <p> This is the tale of one town. When dawn breaks in
- Ujantia, it is not chirping birds or crowing cocks that herald
- the new day but the wailing of hungry babies. Rarely do
- desperate parents have anything to silence the cries. Says
- Sultana Razia, rocking her infant girl: "I have only water to
- feed my child." The howling dies down, more often than not, when
- the babies simply fall mute from exhaustion.
- </p>
- <p> It has been two weeks since a cyclone smashed into
- Ujantia, situated on a small island five miles off the
- Bangladesh coast in the Bay of Bengal, but the misery of the
- town has yet to recede. The storm, which claimed at least
- 125,000 lives nationwide, killed about 3,000 of Ujantia's 15,000
- people. The trees, what few remain, were stripped of leaves and
- fruit. The homes, if not completely washed away, were whittled
- to bamboo skeletons. A four-hour boat ride from Cox's Bazar, the
- nearest mainland city, Ujantia has received only a pittance of
- relief supplies. Food is in such meager quantities that the
- village can scarcely find the strength to begin to build again.
- </p>
- <p> Before the tempest struck, Delwara Begum and her family
- went to bed untroubled by the roaring winds, even though the
- monsoon season was approaching. Delwara was too poor to own a
- radio and did not know that the government had announced a
- signal-9 storm--the second most severe warning--earlier in
- the day. As the 20-ft. tidal waves destroyed her house, Delwara
- clutched her six-year-old daughter, clung to a bamboo beam, and
- was washed up battered but alive seven miles away; her husband
- and five other children perished.
- </p>
- <p> Today Delwara and her daughter live at Ujantia's cyclone
- shelter, a concrete rectangle on 10-ft. stilts that can house
- up to 2,000 people. On the night of the storm, 7,000 villagers
- crowded the shelter, but now 389 families call it home. They
- huddle within its chipped and dirt-stained walls, a lucky few
- clutching their possessions: scraps of clothing, a blackened pot
- or a tin lamp.
- </p>
- <p> In a building next door, relief workers distribute
- rations. Each day's handout brings a stampede as the villagers
- jostle one another to be next in line. So far, relief packets
- have been dropped on Ujantia twice from the air, but the
- efforts ended in disaster. Most of the items fell into the
- water; villagers snatched up those that landed intact before
- relief workers could distribute them fairly. Last week fresh
- supplies arrived by boat. Still, allowing just 9 oz. of rice and
- a packet of crackers for each person, the supplies are enough
- for only half the families. "I am going mad," says Jasimuddin
- Chowdhury, the local Red Crescent representative.
- </p>
- <p> Drinking water is an even bigger problem than food. The
- closest source of potable water, a well, is two miles away.
- Ujantia never had any vehicles, not even bicycles, so the only
- way to get to the well is to walk there, and that can take two
- hours. Relief workers are providing single women and babies with
- water, but have told those families with male members to fetch
- it themselves. Contaminated water has already sickened more than
- 300 children with diarrhea. A Red Crescent doctor treated the
- youngsters for three days. Then he ran out of medicine and left.
- </p>
- <p> Some of the townspeople are beginning to build makeshift
- homes out of shreds. Mohammad Sharif, a farmworker, managed to
- find enough of the pieces of his old hut to build a two-story
- shack for his nine-member family. Its two decks are just
- cubicles really, 4 ft. by 7 ft., with 4-ft. ceilings. There is
- no door, so when the rains blow in at night, the family is
- soaked.
- </p>
- <p> At this time of year, the villagers would usually be busy
- cultivating the land, but their fields are flooded with salt
- water. The 10-ft. mud wall that normally keeps out the sea was
- washed away in the storm. Until the dike is rebuilt, the tides
- will bring more salinity to the soil, eventually making it unfit
- for farming and threatening Ujantia's existence.
- </p>
- <p> The villagers know this but are waiting for the government
- to start its food-for-work program, in which the state will
- reward the workers with rice for rebuilding the embankment. Why
- not go ahead on their own?
- </p>
- <p> "Right now," says Shamsuddin, a young farmer, "it is an
- effort for me even to talk to you. How can I dig and shovel
- earth without food in my belly?"
- </p>
- <p> The government, however, is overwhelmed just trying to
- deliver food and medicine to stave off death and disease; it
- also has to worry about reports of another cyclone building up
- in the Bay of Bengal. Reconstruction efforts are a lesser
- priority, a fact that has upset Ujantia's elders. "If we don't
- plant soon," says Abdur Rahman, a small landowner, "we will have
- no crop next season. There will be only starvation." The screams
- of the babies at dawn are destined to grow louder.
- </p>
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