Thoughts from Christa
So! For me, there are only a few days left until I have to leave New Orleans for my sister's graduation at home in L.A. I have to sincerely say that I am really bummed out about it-- I mean, of course, I'm excited to see my sister graduate, but I am so sad to leave such a fantastic trip. I LOVE the people that I have met so far: the Berkeley kids that are part of the Magnolia Project, some of the community that I have met through the organizations that we've been working with. Anyway, it has been extremely busy here, since our group six has joined forces with People Organizing Committee/Survivors' Council, which are locally organized groups working to improve the quality of life for the New Orleans community by helping residents gut their homes post-Katrina, reaching out and discussing with everyone the big issues, concerns, and problems.
Gutting and rebuilding homes has been an extremely physically strenuous challenge. We have to wear respirators to defend against inhaling mold and mildew; goggles to protect our eyes when we are tearing off the sheet rock (wall and ceiling plaster), white suits, construction gloves, and athletic shoes or steel toed boots. From what we wear alone, you can tell that gutting is intense! We have been working on a house in east New Orleans, by Slidell, that is two stories. It was pretty torn up by Katrina, as the master bedroom's ceiling is collapsing in on itself; everything, including everyone's clothing, toys, photos are still in the house too, which makes gutting even more difficult. It's not like tearing down a completely anonymous building-- because I see all the former residents' faces in the pictures and the clothes that they have worn, the toys they gave their kids, etc, the house is given a personality, and I kind of feel like an intruder. But I also get that there is still so much to be done for the house. There are roaches, mosquitoes, and frogs all over the place. I think especially because the house is in front of a bayou of sorts, there are definitely a lot more insects. This also, I think, made the house more likely to get the brunt of the wind and rain, and the busted levees. I will try to post photos of the house, and let everyone know. Anyway, the master bedroom is by far the worst off. I can hardly be in there for five minutes straight-- it is so bad.. or at least compared to what I have experienced and seen. The smell of mold, mildew, rotting wood, rotten clothes, etc. is overwhelming, and the floor, which has beared Katrina, consistent rain, and virtually two years of abandonment, is caving in, and it is pretty scary to walk on it, for fear that it will collapse with you standing on it. In addition, one of the rooms downstairs had a dead animal in it... it was already decomposed sort of, but you could still see the fur/hair, spinal cord, and skull. It's half intriguing, half sad. In general, this house was in pretty bad shape when we got there. We've been working a couple days, though, and I'm really impressed with how much work we have gotten done. We have torn off virtually all the sheet rock, picked up a lot of the possessions that they had to leave, and removed carpeting. Everyone has been working really well as a team, so I'm really happy about that.
In the afternoons, we go out to do community outreach, and invite people to get involved with POC/Survivor Council and do something about the problems in the community post-katrina. I've met some really amazing residents, such as a little old lady with a great sense of humor and a strong opinion named Mona Lisa, to a man named Lou who is quite bitter about the state of mind of residents even pre-Katrina. It seems like the prevalent problems include increased crime rates, misallocation of police forces (about half spend the majority of their work days on traffic violations, a job for only a few officers-- while their time could be better spent on preventing intraracial violence); other concerns include exorbitant utility bills, corrupt politicians, and the witholding of federal dollars from the people who need it most. I also heard from one of the community members that I talked to that celebrities that are trying to help are being misdirected by the mayor to help rebuild houses for citizens who really don't need the help. Hence "poor black folk" are being overlooked. The racial tension here has been greatly magnified; when we attended a meeting last Saturday by a group called Eracism, we got a better look at the interracial problems around here. I have never dealt with so much concern for racism and social justice work in my life-- so generally it has been an amazing experience. The problems that the residents we talked to mentioned were also brought up at the Survivor Council meeting that we had been publicizing. It was good to see that some residents came out to voice what everybody is thinking, but were either too bitter, had lost hope, or apathetic to do something.
Oh! Joshua, one of the leaders of POC, took us on a tour of the levees in New Orleans on our first day working with his organization. The worst levee by far is in the ninth ward, where the Old Pathway church, the POC meeting place-- the only protection the citizens of the ninth ward had was a solid concrete wall, and in terms of engineering, it was, and still is, extremely inefficient. There was no way people were going to survive there. The houses directly beside the levee were completely washed away-- where they used to be, you can still see the foundations. Compared to the levees placed for higher-income communities, the state of the ninth ward levees is appalling and shocking.
So... I should probably be ending soon because there are a lot of people waiting for the computer.. haha.. but I want to end with some funny things about what's happened, mostly for my own amusement: the POC groups altogether lifted one of our minivans out of a ditch (yeah teamwork!!); one of the group six members is TERRIFIED of cockroaches and her reaction to even the slightest hint of the presence of a roach is hilarious; doing laundry at the local laundromat and seeing the radio station reverend with a wooden arm from Eracism there and eating low fat yogurt with fresh strawberries at Cherry on Top... doing puzzles in the foyer and stressing over Passion Flower Angel; long long reflection talks about our experiences that turn into amazing conversations about life and who we really are and why; battling hairballs and hair monsters in the six showers for about fifty to sixty girls; stinky cars that have absorbed our sweat, blood, and bug bite juice; bonding with great people; practicing and singing Stand By Me and harmonizing "Ebelio!"; going out for ice cream post-dinner and not quite understanding the significance of the SnoBall; the marvelous contributions of the PoBoy to Southern culture; the beauty and horse poop in French Quarter! Fourteen hour workdays, six hours of sleep, a week gutting and outreaching that I hope I'll never forget! This is probably my last blog since I'm leaving on Tuesday, about a week before everyone else (sad!!!)... so that is a short recount of everything that is fabulous about NOLA. I hope I will get to work on the Magnolia Project again, or at least get a chance to come back down here to help perhaps next summer. Make levees, not war!!
