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Two months ago, River of Hope opened a mental health center in a gutted dry cleaner in the Upper Ninth Ward, open Saturdays with volunteers flying in every weekend--Thomley warns new recruits about the rats. Most of those walking-in just need to be heard. "Services have not been restored to this area, and there's certainly a feeling of having been forgotten," says Thomley. "The government is not there, and these are our people, these are Americans." Volunteers can call Zenith Services at 763.450.5000.
Posted by Peter S. Scholtes at March 6, 2007 11:07 AM | Comments (0)
Continue reading "New Orleans House Party: Bring in the lumberjacks"
Posted by Corey Anderson at April 7, 2006 8:48 AM | Comments (3)
Continue reading "New Orleans House Party: The death of Dylan"
Posted by Corey Anderson at April 6, 2006 8:48 AM | Comments (4)
Continue reading "New Orleans House Party: How to find a filthy angel"
Posted by Corey Anderson at April 5, 2006 10:04 AM | Comments (1)
Continue reading "New Orleans House Party: Drywall keeps fallin' on my head"
Posted by Corey Anderson at April 4, 2006 10:21 AM | Comments (3)
His story begins below and continues throughout the week.
Continue reading "New Orleans House Party: Welcome to the ghost town"
Posted by Corey Anderson at April 3, 2006 4:41 PM | Comments (4)
The local filmmaker and a group of friends began hastily organizing a caravan to ferry supplies to the stricken area. One of their emails soliciting support for the effort happened to reach photographer Quito Ziegler in New York City. Ziegler had just finished driving a 26-foot truck emblazoned with her pictures of immigrant life in Minnesota around the state. The truck was currently sitting idle by her Minneapolis apartment. She arranged for Knoble to get a key and agreed to let her drive it to the impacted region.
Along the way Knoble and her crew picked up donated supplies from companies and individuals: 12,000 pounds of water, diapers, tampons, toilet paper, apples, squash, corn. They eventually ended up in Biloxi, Mississippi, one of the towns hit hardest by Katrina. There they set up a relief operation at Main Street Missionary Baptist Church, doling out supplies and food to people in the area.
Continue reading "Mission from Minnesota"
Posted by Paul Demko at November 11, 2005 1:10 PM | Comments (1)
Posted by Steve Perry at September 20, 2005 12:57 PM | Comments (0)
A lot of my family, they didn't even want to leave. Everybody in New Orleans didn't really think it was going to hit. So I had to make them at least go to a hotel with me. It was safer than the house, and I didn't have a vehicle large enough to handle my whole family. It was my mother, my aunt, my sister, her children, my children, my wife, my mother-in-law, and a couple of grandchildren. The Baronne Plaza Hotel was almost packed, but I got three rooms. In the midst of all that, the hurricane came.
Continue reading "Survivor stories: "Once the press came, things changed.""
Posted by Peter S. Scholtes at September 16, 2005 5:43 PM | Comments (1)
A couple of words pop up regularly in Fred Wichers's speech: "So we...." And then Wichers says what he did next in the wake of the hurricane. So we started working our way down the roads with the chain saw; so we gave out all our MREs; so we cut her driveway.
Wichers sat out Katrina in his house in Folsom, on the north shore of Lake Pontchatrain, with six dogs, his "big" son, his son's wife, and her mother. Once the storm had passed, this 48-year-old school bus driver, diesel mechanic, and handyman headed out into the wreckage and went to work.
"I don't like taking credit for nothing," Wichers told his former work colleague Frank Carter over the phone, having just risen from a well-earned nap. "I just did what my military training told me to do. I needed to help and keep things going at a fast and furious pace."
With his generator, his truck, and his chainsaw, Wichers felt prepared to cope with Katrina's aftermath. But he empathized with people who couldn't. "I was a kid when Betsy come through," he says. "I was in Gretna then. I remember standing in an ice line with my mama."
Fred Wichers: We go to bed that night and all hell breaks loose. All through the night all we did is get up and walk out and stand on the porch and watch this hurricane go by. You seen things going by you. Stuff moving. You look up at the porch and you can watch the porch go left to right, left to right. You know what I'm saying? The whole porch is shifting. The whole house is shifting.
Continue reading "Survivor stories: "We gave away everything we had""
Posted by Michael Tortorello at September 16, 2005 10:03 AM | Comments (0)
"The people at the Convention Center were left high and fucking dry": a Blotter/CP web exclusive
Dumas Carter, 30, is an eight-year veteran New Orleans police officer who wound up being one of just six NOPD cops on duty at the Convention Center complex after Katrina struck. A couple of days ago his brother, Frank Carter, placed a call to him for City Pages and taped his recollections of the scene in New Orleans and at the Convention Center in the days before help finally started arriving. Here is an excerpt; click below for the full story.
"Lots of people on the street were asking me where to go. I'm telling them the truth, which is I don't know, they haven't told us anything. They're telling us that somebody told them that they were told by another person who was somebody in charge of something that the Convention Center was being set up as a secondary evacuation point with food and water. Those people went to the Convention Center, and there was no food or water there for them. So now there's no water, there's no police. And now there's 20,000 people with no extra security down there.
"We just told people that the National Guard was handling the evacuation effort, and they're not talking to us. So we've got all these people at the Convention Center, and now the captain is saying, okay, you all got to get out of the hotel. They're going to riot and they're going to burn the fucking hotel down. They're going to start this big massive thing, they're going to start killing people on Convention Center Boulevard, it's going to be a big massacre."
Posted by Steve Perry at September 15, 2005 11:29 AM | Comments (36)
Continue reading "Survivor stories: "There was 31 of us in a one-bedroom apartment""
Posted by at September 15, 2005 10:36 AM | Comments (0)
Adele Bertucci, 53, has lived in New Orleans for the past 35 years. A longtime hospitality worker, she moved to the U.S. from Cuba when she was 11. On the night before Katrina hit, Bertucci, who is disabled by chronic health problems, took refuge in the Uptown home of a friend, Sidney Smith. She stayed for the next five days. Much of that time she was perched on the roof, flagging down passing boats to get emergency deliveries of bottled water and other provisions. In her time on the roof, Bertucci had a panoramic of her city as the fires burned and chaos erupted in the streets. Now staying in Florida, she hopes to return to New Orleans for a visit soon but is uncertain about her long term plans.
Continue reading "Survivor stories: From the roof, she could see everything"
Posted by Mike Mosedale at September 14, 2005 5:37 PM | Comments (0)
For five days after the hurricane hit, Sidney Smith holed up in his two-story home in the Uptown neighborhood. Smith--a 51-year-old New Orleans native who runs a tour company called Haunted History Tours--says he decided to stay because, well, that's what he's always done during hurricanes warnings. Like a lot of other people, Smith came to rue that decision. Stranded in the rising waters, he watched in disbelief as the city of his birth underwent a surreal transformation.
Continue reading "Survivor stories: "We sailed over houses""
Posted by Mike Mosedale at September 14, 2005 4:44 PM | Comments (1)
A New Orleans resident since 1952, Sandra Carter never let a hurricane force her from her home. When Katrina hit, Carter, a widow and retired substitute teacher, figured she would be okay because her home in the city's Algiers neighborhood sits on a high spot. But three days after the storm rolled through, Carter--isolated, suffering from asthma attacks and increasingly alarmed by the sound of gunfire in the nearby streets--finally loaded up her cats and dogs and fled town. Reached by phone at her sister's home in Lafayette, Carter said she was fine, but anxious to return to her home which, she reports, appears to be relatively undamaged.
Continue reading "Survivor stories: "Fortunately, I had a gun""
Posted by Mike Mosedale at September 13, 2005 3:38 PM | Comments (1)