Who Knows ?
We've all been taught a big lesson. Hurricane Katrina destroyed a major U.S. city. Think about that !!!
I made it back to my house and found that it got about two to three feet of water. It was incredible to drive down the street and see the wrath that Mother Nature brought down on New Orleans. The first thing that I saw was a National Guardsman standing in the middle of the street with an M-16 in his hand. WHAT A WAKE UP CALL.......... Trees were uprooted and buildings blown apart. Signs of water damage were everywhere. It was like a ghost town. There were signs of cleanup, but there were more signs of the damage.
I love New Orleans and I want to see her come back. But I wonder if she will ever come back to the point that she was when I left on that Sunday afternoon. Poverty was everywhere in New Orleans. I don't like poverty but it was the backbone of the city. The wonderful people that were raised in blighted neighborhoods found ways to create magic that can't be found in Atlanta, Dallas, Houston and many of the other areas that have shown economic booms. The empoverished areas provided blue collar workers that kept our city running. The poverty gave birth to Artists, Musicians, Rebels and Leaders. People that had to find creative ways to let thier emotions bleed out to the masses. I love that city and all that made her magic.
Over a million of those people evacuated to other parts of the country and it is estimated by some that over 200,000 might stay in the areas that they evacuated to. Most of those people were the backbone that made the city great. If they don't come back, what will happen ? Will new money rebuild ? Will the city stay dead? If new money rebuilds, how will they recreate the magic that was born of the history and poverty that was New Orleans. You can't buy that with money. You can only bring it back with people.
I am not there right now but I hope to be there soon. I hope the people that left will find ways back when it is right for them. I hope that we can breathe life back into our mother that we call New Orleans.
God Bless
I made it back to my house and found that it got about two to three feet of water. It was incredible to drive down the street and see the wrath that Mother Nature brought down on New Orleans. The first thing that I saw was a National Guardsman standing in the middle of the street with an M-16 in his hand. WHAT A WAKE UP CALL.......... Trees were uprooted and buildings blown apart. Signs of water damage were everywhere. It was like a ghost town. There were signs of cleanup, but there were more signs of the damage.
I love New Orleans and I want to see her come back. But I wonder if she will ever come back to the point that she was when I left on that Sunday afternoon. Poverty was everywhere in New Orleans. I don't like poverty but it was the backbone of the city. The wonderful people that were raised in blighted neighborhoods found ways to create magic that can't be found in Atlanta, Dallas, Houston and many of the other areas that have shown economic booms. The empoverished areas provided blue collar workers that kept our city running. The poverty gave birth to Artists, Musicians, Rebels and Leaders. People that had to find creative ways to let thier emotions bleed out to the masses. I love that city and all that made her magic.
Over a million of those people evacuated to other parts of the country and it is estimated by some that over 200,000 might stay in the areas that they evacuated to. Most of those people were the backbone that made the city great. If they don't come back, what will happen ? Will new money rebuild ? Will the city stay dead? If new money rebuilds, how will they recreate the magic that was born of the history and poverty that was New Orleans. You can't buy that with money. You can only bring it back with people.
I am not there right now but I hope to be there soon. I hope the people that left will find ways back when it is right for them. I hope that we can breathe life back into our mother that we call New Orleans.
God Bless