I'm in Jackson, Mississippi on business and had the opportunity to visit the two towns hardest hit by Hurricane Katrina: Pass Christian and Bay St. Louis. The visit was sobering to say the least. I was speechless. The only way to describe the devastation is to compare it to a nuclear blast. 90+ miles of the MS coast is absolutely and completely devastated.
Even though the American media seems more interested in talking about Brad and Jen's breakup and Osama Bin Laden's threats, I wanted to remind you all that these Americans are still living in tents, still sifting through the rubble that was their homes, and still suffering. I was brought to tears today for them and for my shame for not having remembered them often enough.
I staggered around the scene, mouth agape. My throat tightened. I couldn't speak.
I snapped a few pictures with my camera phone. I wish I had a better camera, but I didn't. I hope I can use them to convey to you what it is like down here... Keep in mind that these were all taken 5 months after the hurricane, after the cleanup has long been underway.
Imagine you are standing on the doorstep of your home. Look into your windows at your furniture, your pictures, your books, your possessions. Look down your street at your neighbors, their homes, and their possessions. Now close your eyes.
Open them again.
The steps to your front door are still there, but your home is gone except for the foundation. The framing, down to the lowest studs have been ripped from the foundation.
Almost all of your possessions have vanished and you will never see them again. You sift through the small pieces of debris around your foundation and find small bits of barely recognizable items. A telephone. A CD case. A book. Some broken dishes and spoons. For some reason you feel compelled to pile this stuff up. It's all that you have left...
The force of the Hurricane is capricious, leaving some things intact and others destroyed.
Entire buildings have vanished and yet somehow a lightbulb survives intact.
You stumble away from your home. The skyline has changed because in places everything is different. Homes are flattened, moved, crumpled. Cars have been bent in half, flipped repeatedly, tires ripped from the axles. The devastation is complete and endless - it goes on for 90 MILES along the coast.
The force of the winds were strong enough to bend steel poles flat to the ground, like this basketball hoop.
Lightposts are snapped like pencils.
All that remains of this dentist's office is the chair.
Buildings with steel or concrete frame construction are skeletons, eviscerated by the water and wind.
A child's doll lies in a filthy pile of twisted rubble. Did the little girl that loved this toy escape? Where does she live now? Where does she go to school?
Spraypaint symbols are a reminder of the search for the dead. Many are unaccounted for. One man I spoke with said that when he finally left his destroyed house and made his way through the water and the debris to escape, he encountered 23 bodies. He will never recover entirely from that - I saw that in his eyes
This was a multi-million dollar two-story beachhouse.
Did the seniors that occupied this senior home escape? All that remains is the pillared facade.
Street after street looks like some third-world country. Bicycles are wrapped around trees, cars, and debris like twisted paperclips.
Buildings that are still standing were filled with 30+ feet of water. Everything within is smashed, filthy, moldy. Ruined. This is the Pass Christian district school office. Where will these children go to school?
Cars are filled with muck and debris and bits of what used to be people's lives.
So many stories left untold... This Rolls Royce stands guard over a foundation that used to be an expensive home. Did the car somehow survive the destruction? Where are the owners?
So, that's what I saw today. Please keep these people in your hearts and in your minds. This is where many are living.
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