August 29, 2005. Hurricane Katrina. It's been two years. I was there as a Red Cross Volunteer. These pictures don't do justice to the miles and scope of damage and destroyed neighborhoods.
I'll never forget the stunned look on honest faces revisiting their homes for the first time, many after up to 18 feet of water had destroyed their neighborhoods forever. In Saint Bernard county, with rows of modest house after house, all they could salvage from the ceiling high muck was plastic tupperware and glass vases. I saw families at the edge of their driveways wiping the mud off like they were cruifixes. It was all that was left.
It's two years later. And the people of New Orleans are still not home. They never will be. Too many who doggedly made it back live like refugees. The American government has let these citizens down. This is not a political statement. Help was not there then. In most cases it still hasn't come. In most cases, it won't come.
Erase your life and start again? Erase your photo albums and your back yard barbeques and the knowledge your kids and their kids would live down the street from you. Erase your sense of
home, of security, of patriotism. Erase the flashbacks of cutting a hole through your attic roof so your kids wouldn't drown. Can you?
I was there, and it changed me for life. I will never forget. I ask that you don't either.