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| Sunday, 27 November 2005 | |||||||
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By Melanie Knight I had wanted to do something to help the people of New Orleans since seeing the horrific pictures on the news. Maybe we couldn't save someone's life, but hopefully we could rescue their memories. I also wanted to document conditions, since the subject seems to have shifted to the back burner as far as the national media and government are concerned. The following is an account of the journey: ![]() Don: "As incompetent as FEMA is, it's worse than incompetent. It's incompetent and uncaring. I was in a meeting and the guy said 'FEMA is not a social services agency.' Well, you don't need to be a social service agency, but you need to be able to count and figure out what's going on in the real world... In Columbia, we (have between) 500 (to) 700 people left in motels. There is no way anybody is going to be able to relocate these people to permanent apartments, houses, or whatever, in two weeks.... One of the things I hope is that this has got the attention of enough people... (who) are going to begin actively working on fixing things for the homeless people in Columbia." ![]() We cross Lake Pontchartrain on the one remaining half of Highway 10. There are two bridges-one to come and one to go, but one is now missing not only the sides, but in places the road itself, leaving only the upright supports. The remaining bridge has been turned into a two-way road. ![]() , the water came up Canal Street. It wasn't deep by the time it got that far, but there was still major flooding. The damage appears to be mostly interior. Long chutes are coming out of windows of most of the buildings, allowing debris to be channeled out. There are people here, but most appear to be construction workers, emergency personnel, and people who work in the ![]() We arrive at the house, which is located in a section of the Garden District, where there was wind damage, but no flooding. The couple whose possessions we had come for are not rich by any means, but had been allowed to live in a small apartment there at a lower rent, because the woman had been friends with the previous owner (who passed away this year). The house is a camel-back double, and was converted to apartments in the late 1940's. The apt. belonging to our couple had originally been a porch. ![]() place is very musty from being shut up for weeks. An unfinished casserole is on the table. The couple was forced to evacuate quickly, and only allowed to take a plastic shopping bag of possessions with them. They did not know where they were going until they reached Columbia. Jill, the daughter-in-law of the current landlady, says that the government hadn't told anyone where they were going, "because they didn't want them to say, 'Oh, I don't want to go there.'" We have a list of possessions to pick up, and begin going through the apartment, looking for them. After a while, I feel like a looter-going through cabinets and drawers, picking through someone's possessions for the most important stuff... Although in this case, it's looting FOR the owner, not a crime against them. When I come upon some photos of playful kittens, and an old pet collar, I choke up. I picture what it would be like to be in that situation, and be losing almost everything you had. Not because it was destroyed, but because it couldn't be recovered. I know the lives are the important thing, but it would still be devastating to lose everything that made up one's home, esp. one's family photos (which we DID find and save). I get everything on the list I can find, and throw in some other stuff I hope they'll like getting back: some huge Christmas candles with the 12 Days of X-mas on them, because they'd be spending the holiday away from home, in a strange place. They probably won't feel like celebrating this year, but some day they might. We've been told not to bother taking any of the clothes, as they'll get new ones, but I pick out a tie-dyed robe and scarf, so she'll have a couple of girly things of her own. I want to save it all for them, but it just isn't possible (lack of space and time). ![]() After the residents had been evacuated, someone had broken in, and used the apt. to store stolen booze-and 6 FOUR-POUND jars of maraschino cherries! The bar down the street, the Rendezvous, identifies the bottles without seeing them, so we know it's theirs. They give me one of the jars of cherries as a finder's fee, although I hadn't technically found them. The tavern lost about $80,000 in merchandise; it isn't all here, but at least they've recovered something. ![]() You can't get into the 9th Ward, where the heaviest damage was-it's restricted. But we see some of the downtown, lower-income business district, and historic area, as well as some hospitals and Tulane University. Jill points out the waterlines, several feet from the ground, on the houses we pass. (Later found out--from Dave Lippman, who visited the area a week later--that these are actually subsidence lines. The water went up much higher, then came down to that line and sat until they pumped the city out.) Luckily, many of these houses had second floors, so the people were able to survive. Some people are camped out in houses where there's running water, but no electricity, using camp stoves and car batteries for cooking. There are cars that were swept into the medians by the flood waters, still there. There are piles of rubble, but also appliances and furniture, some still good. Goodwill is not accepting ANYTHING, and the city isn't doing recycling. There's a tremendous lot of waste going on, but I guess it can't be helped, as there are other things to worry about. Crews are coming through with fork lifts and huge trucks and scooping up the junk; they're telling people to put it away from their homes, in the medians, so the big equipment can get to it without knocking down additional trees or damaging sidewalks. ![]() Jill: "The Army or National Guard or whatnot went through and they marked every house, princes and paupers alike. With the dates that they went through and if they found any people alive who had to be evacuated, anybody that had an animal, and they spray painted it on all the front doors or side porches or what-have-you." Some have cleaned it off or painted over it. If not, it usually means somebody's not living there. ![]() More businesses are open now. "For a while, the only thing that was open was Walgreen's, and it was very short hours." We pass a hospital that's open (Truro Infirmary?). Memorial Baptist is in an area that was flooded, and is still closed. They start with the least damaged building, and open that first. A lot of medical offices were flooded. The street cars aren't running at present, as there's crud all over the tracks, and there aren't enough people to work on that now. No public schools in the parish are open. Some of the private ones have reopened. On the other side of the river (still NOLA), none of the schools were flooded, and they could have been opened, but the school board is fighting over who's got the say-so to do what. You see signs now saying "we're open" or opening on such-and-such a date. More traffic lights are working (at least blinking) now than 2 weeks ago. There are fewer people running red lights now. Some roads are blocked, often with heavy machinery, so it was hard getting around. ![]() Some people are living in city parks, camping out. Some people are collecting trash and taking it to where it's being dumped. Out by the lake, they have a park that's got piles of trash 30 or 40 feet high. Two weeks ago, there were public clean-ups advertised in the newspaper: come out, bring your rakes, brooms, trash bags, because businesses wanted to re-open, and couldn't with all the trash that was out. It's more than aesthetics and convenience: it's important to prevent rats and mold. Jill: "I watch the hour-long newscasts at night, because they've expanded some of the stations. It's like picking at a scab. It makes me cry. I just get real emotional. I'll read stuff in the paper and it's crazy. (It messes) with everybody's head, even if you weren't sitting there, watching the water rise. That must have been truly horrible." I want to ask more questions of more people, but there just isn't time. I'm grateful for the opportunity to help out. Just wish I could do more.
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