Sunday, January 7, 2018

Wow

Outer journey


Today started at the Presbytere, where we learned about the devastating aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. I am the type of person that avoids the news because it literally makes my heart hurt, so seeing the pictures and reading the stories of the victims just broke my heart. Walking in and seeing the bottles that represent the victims of the hurricane was like a weight on my chest. I cannot imagine what these people went through. Seeing children suffering about makes me lose it. Seeing the ordinary heroes makes my heart warm. New Orleans is just a different place. Why did these people stay and rebuild instead of just leaving?? Because this is their home. They rebuild and move on.  That amazed me. They stayed here because they wanted to and love it here. One of the most heartfelt parts of the museum was listening to a victim tell his story of staying behind to save others. His family evacuated to Houston, TX and he stayed in his French Quarter business.  In the museum, there was a pair of his jeans on the wall that he wrote on in case he didn’t make it back. Whoa. Talk about being brave. On his jeans was his name, blood type, social security number, 8/30/05, his wife’s name, her Houston hotel, and the phone number of the hotel.  There were also stories about people being stuck on their roof tops waiting to be saved.  So many people were rescued only to be dropped off at locations that did not have a lot of food, water, or shelter.  The people were enduring 90-degree weather before being rescued by buses.  One of the other really fascinating things we saw, was that people were predicting for years before Katrina hit that the effects of the diminishing wetlands on south Louisiana’s hurricane risk.  The systems and structures that were built to handle hurricanes, were incorrectly planned, and engineered.  I found it to be so crazy that people were predicting that something like the effects of Katrina could happen, yet no one did anything to prepare for it in advance.  All throughout the museum were pieces of moldy ceilings from houses that were damaged during Katrina.  There was also a lot of wood that was salvaged form homes.  It was surreal to see items that were actually from houses.  There was a garage door that was also from a home that had spray paint all over it and it said there was a dead dog inside and to not remove it, because he was going bury him.  There was a teddy bear that was caked in mud and a little boy’s shirt and coat that was caked in mud.  These items had been found in the aftermath.  These peoples’ lives were changed drastically in an instant.  One of the last things we saw was a couple of different costumes made from blue tarp.  These were made in response to the blue tarps that were used to cover damaged roofs.  Artists and designers created special designs for the Blue Tarp Fashion Show, a benefit for tourism promotion and the America’s Wetland coastal restoration campaign.


The glass bottles on the ceiling at the Presbytere.
























Claudio Hemb's jeans.






Inner Journey



Learning about Hurricane Katrina made me realize even more that the people of New Orleans are very loyal to their town.  It was amazing to me that when the hurricane hit, all of these victims evacuated and then came back and rebuilt their lives and homes.  There were a lot of people that stayed to help their neighbors and friends get to a safe place, before getting themselves to safety.  So many people showed selflessness by doing everything they could to save the people of New Orleans and eventually rebuild the city.  Coming into this trip, I had no idea the details of Katrina.  It is not that I don’t care, but when something doesn’t affect you personally, there is a tendency to pretend it didn’t happen.  I knew it was a huge deal and a devastating event, but I hadn’t seen so many pictures and heard so many personal stories.  Throughout this trip, we have met and seen a lot of different people and they all have one thing in common, their love for the city of New Orleans.  Hurricane Katrina was the perfect example of the loyalty that lies here.  The people of this city could have easily given up and threw in the towel.  This city is known as a swamp land.  It is surrounded by the Mississippi River, and the shape of the state it is perfect for flooding.  This city has overcome many devastations and disasters.  All that being said, the people stay here and make it work.  They put their houses higher, build with brick instead of wood, and do whatever they need to do be able to live here and not have damage when floods happen.  Going to the Presbytere, I realized I do not know enough about history and what goes on around me.  My views of the city have changed from the first day we got here until now.  I look at the people here a little differently.  Seeing people on the streets playing music, selling their artwork, reading tarot cards, or whatever it is they do for a living, is a way of life that I have never seen.  Today was a lot busier than it has been since we got here.  We got to see a group of men performing and they were amazing.  The talent here is incredible.  These men had a huge group of people watching.  They were dancing, singing, telling jokes, and performing in ways that I have never seen before.  The other place we visited today was the Cabildo.  This is one of the most historically significant buildings in America.  The Cabildo highlights the history of New Orleans and Louisiana.  This state has so much significance and I had no idea how much of an impact New Orleans has had on the history of America.  The people of New Orleans know and understand the importance of its history and its future.  I am going to leave this city with a greater appreciation of this city and its people.


 One of the guys performing for a crowd.






















Everyone in the group sitting in front of the NOLA 300 sign.

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