Why not replace the shacks that blight the lives of so many poor people, thrown together out of cardboard and mud, and prone to collapsing or catching fire, with more durable structures?
A drive around Massachusetts' Cape Cod serves up miles of beaches, restful resort towns-and, yes, lobster and clam shacks.
Until permanent housing is built, many of the displaced will go back to their villages to live in shacks with little hope of paid employment and scant access to basic services.
Yet many see little improvement in their own lives, finding themselves without a job in the same rickety shacks as before.
Tin roofs glitter on the shacks of loggers, miners and planters, each with a smallholding hacked out around it.
Most blacks still live in shoddy shacks or bungalows without proper sanitation in poor crime-ridden townships outside the main cities.
At the time, Tompkins Square Park, across the street, was teeming with homeless people living in makeshift shacks.
Among the shacks, though, rise three-storey brick structures with satellite dishes on their tin roofs.