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Puerto Rico Sketchbook: The Artists with the Shovels

In November, the artist and writer Molly Crabapple spent a week in Puerto Rico, documenting grassroots efforts by communities to rebuild after Hurricane Maria. Here are excerpts from her sketchbook.

Molly Crabapple, Bridge, 2017.

 

Eli Jacobs-Fantauzzi has lost track of how many times he’s been to Barrio Paloma Abajo since the hurricane hit. As he drove up the vertiginous roads of the Cordillera Central, he ticked off what he and his colleagues at Defend PR have accomplished so far. They were working with an architect to rebuild houses wrecked by Maria. They brought seeds and water filters and set up a solar-powered cinema. Solar lights, mosquito nets, batteries, bug spray, rat traps. They drove kids to a local comedy show. They installed tarps on roofs and brought chain saws to cut down the dangling tree branches and shoveled debris from the broken bridge. They organized themselves into brigades to clean wrecked farms. Jacobs-Fantauzzi rolled up his sleeve and showed me a trail of red welts. Ants, he suspected.

Jacobs-Fantuazzi is a filmmaker, not an aid worker. Defend PR, the media collective he cofounded, had been known for its documentary shorts, not for delivering hundreds of meals, as they planned to that day. His carmates were the circus performer Lizaimi Rivera Rivera and the artist Edgardo Larregui Rodriguez, who created Coco de Oro, the community organization that works with Defend PR in the barrio. Yet these artists had done something that neither Puerto Rico’s neglectful colonial overlords nor its governor had bothered to try. After the hurricane hit, they loaded their cars with donations from Defend PR and the Puerto Rican diaspora and drove into the mountains, determined to find out what people needed.

Comerico cleanup, 2017.

During one of their early trips to the Comerió municipality, they found Barrio Paloma Abajo. “We were driving by and saw a group of people in front of two flags with the message, DON’T ASK WHAT P.R. CAN DO FOR YOU, BUT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR P.R.” Jacobs-Fantuazzi told me. “We stopped and met Cuca, the owner of the house. She introduced us to Tete, a thirteen-year-old with an amazing haircut. Tete jumped on his bike and took us all around Paloma Abajo. When we talked to people, they told us stories about what they’d lost, who’d lost their houses, who’d lost their roofs, who was bedridden, and who needed the most help … The community is so kind. They make us food and coffee and treat us like family. The kids meet us at the bridge to the community, with hugs, ready to work. The community started organizing itself, and we felt the need to keep encouraging that and helping however we could. That’s the story, that’s why we keep coming back.”

Paloma Abajo is a cascade of houses hanging from the mountainside—tiny, cheap, constructed by the neighborhood’s working-class residents, but each is a palace, if one could measure that by the panache of their arches, the brio of the fleurdelisé fences that border the balconies, their lace ironwork, their walls colored like blueberries or salt-water taffy or crème de menthe. Water and electricity had already been erratic in the barrio since May, but two months after Maria, it was nonexistent, save for a single, mocking streetlight. Blue tarp stretched over many homes, makeshift covering for missing roofs. The tarps were not from FEMA, an old man stressed, though the military had set up headquarters a short drive away. They did, however, have piles of MREs.

Shovels, 2017.

I sketched the Defend PR crew as they spent the day digging and hauling alongside residents, and then as they helped hand out the two hundred hot meals donated by a San Juan chef.

“Our colonial governmen, the USA, and our local government have failed the people at a time when they needed the most help,” Jacobs-Fantuazzi told me later. “Everywhere I look, I see Puerto Ricans helping each other. We are the answer to our own problems and collectively we can create a just transition where we are in right relationship to our land and to each other.”

 

Molly Crabapple is an artist and author of the memoir Drawing Blood. Her next book, Brothers of the Gun, cowritten with the Syrian war journalist Marwan Hisham, will be published by Random House in May 2018.



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