Cider Press Hill

The phone call

Monday, 1:08 am

Jun
19
2006
partly cloudy

Holy geez. The lad finally called after a hard day’s work that just ended.

Between the airport and the place where he’s bunking, the driver (Sarah) took him on a tour of the 9th ward and other areas. And they went into the French Quarter to grab a bite to eat before they came back to work. He said, “The French Quarter isn’t quite like you remember it, Mom. It’s pretty bad. They only show us the good pictures on TV.”

As for the rest of what he saw he said, “Think of the worst war zone pictures you’ve seen. It’s 100 times worse.” There are no people. Streets are deserted. Houses are piled up one on top of the other. Other houses are half toppled over. It stinks. Trees are dead skeletons, what’s left of them. It goes on like that for miles and miles and miles and miles. There are a few FEMA camps scattered here and there, but the trailers are being repossessed on July 30. The rest of the people who were to get them—and still haven’t—are, in the lad’s words, shit out of luck. After July 30, they are all on their own.

Nothing much has been done down there. It’s as if, after the cameras and lights went home, the place was forgotten. The people who are there to reclaim their homes, are at a loss what to do—the insurance companies are screwing them left and right. Settlements fall far, far short of what is needed to rebuild.

The volunteer outfits are having a hard time staying upbeat. Habitat for Humanity and AmeriCorps are also bunking in the school where he is staying. AmeriCorps may be getting their funding pulled soon. That’s a big worry on everyone’s tongue. There is so much devastation and too few people to do what needs to be done. They don’t have a lot of confidence that the place will ever be rebuilt for the people who lived there. But they are trying. They have until July 30 before ungutted houses are slated for demolition, regardless of what the owners want. They need more volunteers because no one else is there. The gov’t is conspicuous by its absence.

The volunteers are still finding dead bodies. They end up not being counted if no one claims them. The authorities issue no death certificates and there’s no attempt to identify them. They are not counted as among the dead. From what he’s being told (his co-workers, wearing full hazmat gear, are still finding bodies in the buildings they go in to gut), there are countless numbers who have been dealt with that way. The death toll is way higher than what we’ve been told.

It was a depressing phone call. But he’s happy to be there helping. It’s just that there aren’t enough people there to do what needs to be done, nor enough money to do it. He has aged in less than a day. The enormity of the devastation is overwhelming. 

Posted on 06/19 at 01:08 AM