Photos by Brad Miller

There is no fanfare around the mass grave for the victims of Haiti’s earthquake. There is no honor guard, no museum or sacred place. The construction of a garden was discontinued, either from lack or interest, funding, or both.

The road that leads to it is unpaved, and there is no evidence of visitors apart from wandering goats. After climbing this mountain grave, I was left with more questions than answers. The site is less a memorial to a finished past than a testament to its incomplete present. But from a mountaintop that overlooks the sea, the only way to feel is hopeful.

Just a few miles away, Nehemiah Vision Ministries is working to change their nation forever and give impoverished Haitians hope of a better future.

Though great progress has been made, evidence of the devastation wrought by Haiti’s earthquake is still widespread.

Though great progress has been made, evidence of the devastation wrought by Haiti’s earthquake is still widespread.

On the way to visit the mass grave for Haiti’s earthquake, there was little evidence of its existence. The only buildings nearby were a scattering of homes on the opposite hill.

On the way to visit the mass grave for Haiti’s earthquake, there was little evidence of its existence. The only buildings nearby were a scattering of homes on the opposite hill.

A small walled garden memorial was started and then abandoned at this graveyard by the sea.

A small walled garden memorial was started and then abandoned at this graveyard by the sea.

Some monuments remain unfinished.

Some monuments remain unfinished.

I learned that this walled area was not the gravesite. It was the hill behind it – a hill covering thousands of bodies. The entire hillside was one mass grave.

I learned that this walled area was not the gravesite. It was the hill behind it – a hill covering thousands of bodies. The entire hillside was one mass grave.

An unkempt dirt path winds up the hill and over the unmarked resting places of thousands. Near the top remains a small cluster of Vodou and Christian crosses.

An unkempt dirt path winds up the hill and over the unmarked resting places of thousands. Near the top remains a small cluster of Vodou and Christian crosses.

At the peak of the hill stands a single wooden cross. An inscription dedicates it to the countless men and women who died.

At the peak of the hill stands a single wooden cross. An inscription dedicates it to the countless men and women who died.