Katrina - What Its Like To Be An Evacuee

I have run from only two storms in my whole life. Once the year
before Katrina, my wife and me retuned the next morning from the
first storm that turned away from New Orleans like most of the
storms before it.. Katrina wasn’t so merciful. In fact it seems
we may never return now, but by no choice of our own.

With less than twenty four hours to go before hurricane Katrina
hit land my wife and I started to pack up the car to leave St
Bernard Parish Louisiana. We had to have the brakes repaired
only an hour before we left. We had to depend on the kindness of
a neighbor who was frantically working on the car as we loaded
it with those things the officials said we should take with us.

We loaded a few changes of clothing our important papers and our
dog, Patches. We went to pick up an older gentlemen whose
daughter could not pick him up because she lived north of Lake
Ponchartrain which was already nearly impassible. He was a
member of our church and we faithfully picked him up for every
service because he could hardly walk on his own. Looking back
now we know he would not be alive if we had not gone to get him
out of his house.

We drove through the night. At first we could not go over
fifteen miles an hour across the twin spans, an eight mile long
bridge across the lake a bridge that today is largely destroyed.
The winds came just behind us only hours later and washed the
spans that weigh thousands of tons into the water like
toothpicks in a bathtub. In time we got up to about fifty but
not once did we ever reach the speed limit. We arrived at a
friends house near Birmingham Alabama where we stayed for two
days. We contacted the old gents family and arranged for his
family to come and pick him up. The power went out several times
throughout the second night as the winds gusted and threatened
Old Birmingham.

On the third day only hours after Katrina had moved above
Jackson Mississippi did we began the 450 mile trek to my wife’s
sisters house in West Baton Rouge Parish. We listened to the
radio reports with some measure of hope that all was not that
bad. Our hearts began to sink as hour by hour reports came in
about broken levees and rising waters.

Over the next two weeks we followed all the news reports and
searched for friends and pictures from our neighborhood on the
internet. During the first week it was totally impossible to get
a call through to anywhere from Alabama to East Texas. It was a
long dark moment of knowing nothing at all about anyone or
anything we ever knew.

The news began to trickle in slowly but none of it was good. We
saw pictures of our neighborhood with water up to the roofs. We
slowly got reports from people we knew who were scattered all
across the country in places they had gone to take refuge. Some
of them said they would never return.

Next came reports and pictures of toxic laden mud through out
our Parish and talk of houses that needed to be bulldozed into
the ground that was said to be uninhabitable. Rescues of people,
animals and the retrieving of bodies went on with all the
pictures being shown daily on Baton Rouge TV stations. If things
weren’t glum enough then we began the business of trying to call
FEMA and Red Cross.

My wife must have dialed FEMA over 500 times before getting
through. Then we were promised a packet in the mail after they
took our information. We have still not reached the Red Cross
and they are still talking about gathering 40,000 volunteers to
help answer the phones. The insurance company that covered our
house informed us that their coverage would cover our house only
and no more but they are not sure they can do anything without
seeing the house. But no one is seeing our house not even us.
The St. Bernard Parish President Junior Rodrigues held a news
conference in the capitol building here last night and spoke of
months before residents could return, not weeks. Only hours
before this bad news came in we went to get shots to protect us
from a host of diseases that we could get if and when we do
return.

Our bank accounts were not accessible and money doesn’t grow on
trees even in this fertile Mississippi valley so I thought I’d
make an appeal on my own little one page website. Now we feel as
if we are caught between the warnings people are hearing about
fraudulent sites collecting for Red Cross and other
organizations and indifference. No one as yet has responded to
the appeal but then only 35 or 40 people a day click on my site.

My wife volunteered her help in feeding some 200 people in a
shelter here. She helped prepare the food and serve it. The food
was provided by a small Baptist church in Erwinville Louisiana.
Later we visited the people in the shelter and are continuing to
do so when we are not knocking our heads on the wall in the
biggest communications nightmare in the history of the
telephone. We asked one family if there was something we could
get for them in the shelter, they asked for a bible. We
purchased it the next day and delivered it to them in person.
That warmed us greatly, not the giving of the bible but the
request for it. Unlike stories out of the Superdome this was a
wonderful family of black Americans that had a different set of
values. And thousands like them are suffering and waiting to
begin their lives again, just as we are.

We have had several invitations to go and live with family and
friends in other towns and in other states but we are staying
close to New Orleans to attempt a look see and to retrieve what
we can. So far all we are hearing is “stay away” and of course
the endless buzzing of the busy signal from the aid
organizations.

We are a praying couple, and when we talk to Jesus we are sure
he is saying, I love you and I will take care of it all. We
believe Him and we are very grateful that his line was not busy.