A couple of entries from a diary of a volunteer in Haiti.  Read the rest at the link.  It boggles the mind just how uncoordinated the relief efforts have been, especially by the UN and world govts.

Out of Faith and Compassion: Diary of a Haiti Volunteer

Tuesday, Jan. 19
Vice-Admiral Homero Luis Lajara told us they were running their ships from Cabo Rojo, DR to Jacmel, Haiti, every day — sometimes twice a day. I believe the Dominican Navy was making every effort possible to assist in the relief effort. I could see in his face the concern he had for the Haitian people. He spoke with passion for them and welcomed every effort being made to help.... When we landed in Jacmel our medical supplies were taken from the pier to the World Food Program [(WFP)] warehouse, run by the UN. We were a little uneasy about leaving our bags with the UN, but with no vehicle to carry us and our supplies, we had no choice. The UN officials promised us we would be able to come back with a truck and retrieve the bags the next morning.... Unfortunately, when we returned to the WFP compound the next day, they turned us away. We were staying at an orphanage called Hands and Feet, which happened to have a Food Distributor status in the country, and even they were unable to help us get our supplies. Who do you speak to in a situation like this? (See Amy Wilentz on the city in the soccer stadium.)

Wednesday, Jan. 20
We spent the morning at the airport looking for someone to help us get our supplies, and met a local Christian missionary named Cody who had been in the country for 3 months, with plans to set up an orphanage. He and his wife, Maria, live outside the city of Jacmel and the night before had been able to load their little truck with tons of rice, pasta, smoked fish and tomato sauce in large cans sent to them from GO Ministries in the DR. We offered to help him, and drove over to his home. We walked into his house and saw every surface was covered with food, including some rather strong smelling fish. Maria and another Haitian woman were working feverishly to separate the food into care packages for the people in their village.
I was really taken aback to discover that people like Cody and Maria were the only ones actually putting resources into the hands of the Haitians. Not the Haitian government, the US, Canada, Columbia, or French (all of whom I saw in the country) and especially not the UN.
After helping them pack and distribute their food we tried the airport again where we finally met a woman associated with the WFP. We explained to her what happened, and that we had promised our church that we would deliver the resources they donated into the hands of the people (or medical professionals). The supplies were for the people, not for the government.
We had already seen that everything that was coming into the country was landing in their warehouses, and nothing we being distributed to the people. The Haitians are there at the docks when the ships come in, and they can see all the large military cargo planes would fly in and drop off huge trailer sized boxes of supplies that come into the country and right into the WFP storage warehouses. In the 4 days I was in Jacmel, I saw supplies going into the WFP, and not once did I see anything come out, and I was right there outside the WFP facility.
The woman agreed to help us, and after much negotiating, we made it through the WFP gate, pass the guards, and into warehouse where we pulled out our supplies. We loaded our small pickup truck, and I jumped in the back to sit on top of all our bags, hoping to be able to prevent any of the people outside the gate from pulling the bags out of the truck as we left the compound. If I ever felt threatened during this entire trip, it was at this moment.
I understood the anger of the people, and wouldn't blame them if they tried to sabotage our truck. But we were determined to get it out of the warehouse and into the right hands. Thankfully, a UN vehicle pulled up behind us as we exited the facility, and the guards made sure we both passed the crowds unscathed.