Tomorrow we leave New Orleans and head back to Boston. This will be the last New Orleans entry here. When we arrived in the Big Easy, we started our journey by seeing the breeched levee and the heart-wrenching damage in the surrounding neighborhoods. Since then, we have had a chance to meet with and talk to many City residents from various walks of life who shared their thoughts, their feelings and their hopes for the future. Since then, there has been an election, and on some level a shift in the energy here that would take me years of living here and researching to report it appropriately. And since then, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration issued its predictions for the upcoming hurricane season.
The bankruptcy conference provided a great opportunity to catch up on trends in the law, as well as meet up with colleagues from other states who share our common goal of helping financially distressed people get through the bankruptcy process and get on with their lives. But being in New Orleans provided an exceptional opportunity to meet with many people who have been through the unimaginable. They told us their stories. Now let me try and re-tell them to you.
The People of New Orleans
There was Jason, who told us how happy he was to have a construction job but noted that “…it’s a good time to be a construction worker but if you were a lawyer before the storm, you’re probably cleaning houses now.” I then told him I’m a lawyer. When Jason’s not working, he’s helping out his mom with her house. She’s still living in a FEMA trailer on what was once her front lawn.
There was the cab driver over the weekend who told us how he and his family drove a caravan of 6 cars to Memphis to ride out the storm. They have slowly returned to the city as housing and jobs have opened up. “This is home,” he said “but rebuilding is going to take a long, long time.”
There was the gentleman we overheard at the voo-doo shop (hey…when in Rome) who was expressing concern to a friend that “the entire nation is watching this election and judging us on what we do.”
There was Todd who told us how he was looking for an apartment, but rents were jumping through the roof because there is not enough housing on the market. Some of the places he saw did not even have appliances. He would have to supply his own. Another didn’t even have countertops. “Am I supposed to have a skillet on the kitchen floor?” he told us with a wry grin. “Who wants eggs?” I swear the man will be on “Last Comic Standing.”
There was the woman on Bourbon Street who, when asked about who she wanted to win the mayoral election, said “I don’t care…I just want to work and make a living.” There was a man who replied that he hoped Landrieu would win because “at least he couldn’t make things worse…”
Last night I overheard someone tell a friend that they saw some furniture that would look great in their new apartment but they thought twice about buying it. “What if I have to evacuate again?”
More than one person told us how bad the hurricanes were, but it was “just winds.” Hell was unleashed when the levees broke. That’s a perspective that is not really covered in the media we watch and read every day up here in the Northeast.
On the looming hurricane season, Steve expressed concerned over a “mass exodus” if another big storm hits. But in looking forward to the looming hurricane season, he hopes for “one good season of nothing.”
There was Kate on Royal Street who told us how happy she was her insurance company finally called her. Yesterday. “The hurricane season starts in about 10 days and I still have a leaky roof.” She also mentioned she’s had a hard time getting exterminators to spray for termites who are apparently dining on her home. They are finally coming over on the 22nd. Of June.
She also told us that this was a "weird time." The election did not help. She was not against Nagin, but she believed that a change in leadership might assure people that the future could be different. Now, she sits on the eve of another and a possibly more destructive hurricane season. She will watch, wait and decide after the hurricane season whether it’s really worth staying.
“The French Quarter is such as mess,” she told us. Trash is a problem, and we are told always was. Apparently, it’s worse than before: “….There’s just no money right now to clean it up.” But she assured us, she doesn’t want to leave. She loves this City.
You’ll hear folks asking you to come to New Orleans and support the tourist industry here. I echo that sentiment. But I also urge future visitors to meet and talk to the locals. Ask them where they were during the storm and after the floods started. Ask them where they fled – or if they fled. Ask them what they lost. Ask them how they are changed. Ask them how the City they love and call home changed forever.
Ask your waiter, your cab driver, your bartender. Ask the bellman, or the shopkeeper. Ask the person outside his or her home who is sweeping the sidewalk. Ask them. They’ll tell you. They want to tell you. They want you to know. I guarantee that you’ll hear things you have not heard or read anywhere.
Life throws us things. Sometimes, we get what we ask for. Other times, it just happens.
Coming from Boston, where a rather large part of my city is built on landfill and wood-pilings, you’re not going to convince me that the City of New Orleans asked for this. And you’re not going to convince me it should not be rebuilt.
I believe almost everyone is entitled to start over and get a fresh start. Like many of the people I represent, the people of New Orleans are working towards that fresh start and wake up each day hoping to be closer to where they were “pre-K.” There are many challenges ahead; many more than I can possibly describe. But I’ve seen many bill-boards, as well as t-shirts and bumper stickers being sold that help keep this important message alive. Some read: “Make Levees, not War” and “New Orleans: Proud to call it Home.” But there is one that will stick with me:
“Recover. Rebuild. Re-New Orleans.”
Enough said.
To my colleagues who wonder why I wasn’t able to always hook up with them and head out to music clubs: now you know why. I was busy.
To the people of this amazingly strong, resolved and soulful City: thanks for the southern hospitality.
We’ll see y’all again soon.