I believe that the Dominican Republic is largely Catholic and therefore somewhat if not mostly Christian. There is some occult influence there, but haiti is mostly Occultic or Santanna in religion. Any nation where God is honored will be honored and protected by God. Where God is rejected, God has NO obligation to protect that nation or it’s peoples. God would have spared Sodom and Gommorah if there weer ten righteous people there. If there were enough righteous Godly people in Haiti, He would have protected and spared it as well. I believe in a literal devil, God, and demons as well. I won't go into it, but let's just say "personal experience" with a family member gives me special insight into demonic terror.
You're right - God not only brings judgment down on individuals, but on Nations. This fact is repeated in scripture, time and time and time again.
It is a terrible thing what has happened, and I am praying for these people. But those who so easily discount what Robertson said have no idea what they are talking about. Evil is real, and it is manifest.
The nation of Haiti has indulged in the worst kind of occult and satantic practices for hundreds of years.
If you invite evil in and open the door, it comes rushing in. Play a Ouija board, fool around with tarot cards, conduct a seance - and you are asking for trouble.
Voodoo is satanic, and overtly so.
I could tell you stories about "personal experience" while assigned to Haiti that would make your hair stand on end. Suffice it to say, I too came to believe in a literal Devil after seeing his handiwork and shaking his hand in places like Rwanda, Liberia, Kosovo, the Congo, Angola, Sri Lanka...all the while, Mick Jagger's song "Sympathy for the Devil" played in my head:
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
Now I understand...