SPRINGFIELD, Ohio — She hadn’t seen cracks like that since the earthquake. Now they snaked up her buttercream dining room walls and etched tiny ravines in the ceiling. “Crazy,” Fernande Vital said to her husband as they eyed the damage. “They’re driving me crazy.” Clearly, they’d spread. Like the scars on all those buildings back home, she told a construction-worker friend who, as a fellow Haitian, understood. He’d also survived the 7.0 mega-tremors that once leveled much of their island nation. Fernande had figured calamity wouldn’t trail them to America, land of the free, home of the Kardashian opulence on...