At 5:30 a.m. on Wednesday, September 19, my husband Jose called me from Puerto Rico to tell me our apartment was shaking. As he took shelter in the tub from Hurricane Maria we got disconnected. After five days with no communication from Miami I was fearing the worst—maybe he flew away in the hurricane, was trapped under cement, was hurt and couldn't get help.
When I finally spoke to Jose on Sunday, he told me he was without potable water, the apartment didn't suffer damages, just water and sand. Sand! I live three blocks from the coastal line on the sixth floor. Maria had a lot of fury.
A ship takes five days from Jacksonville to San Juan or any other port in Puerto Rico. If Panama, Venezuela, or our neighbor the Dominican Republic wanted to send in assistance, the Jones Act requires it to dock first in a US port, like Jacksonville, and then head over to Puerto Rico. My husband and many others cannot wait that long for aid.
The line to the supermarket was four streets long, no gasoline, no water, no electricity. One day after five hours on a line to enter the supermarket, when he was getting close to the entrance they closed because they ran out of diesel for the generator.
Puerto Rico needs our held. Thank you for taking action.
Our Revolution Puerto Rico