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Letter
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EJS Lawyers in New Orleans: First Person Account
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Lawyers in New Orleans: First Person Account

By Kimberly Thomas Rapp
Director of Law and Public Policy
In
the months following our nation's worst hurricane, it has become
increasingly clear that people of all races and economic backgrounds
share the belief that the federal government has a responsibility
to protect and support its people in times of disaster. Consistent
with this view, EJS issued a petition to the White House, members
of Congress, and the United Nations calling for "bold action"
to alleviate the human suffering that persists along race and
class lines in this nation.

On
December 8, 2005, more than three months since Hurricane Katrina
ravaged the Gulf Coast - and one week after the Lower 9th Ward
was temporarily reopened to its residents, EJS traveled to Louisiana
to survey the progress that had been made. We flew into New Orleans
on a 737 connector from Houston. Displaced residents fortunate
enough to afford a plane ticket home, government contractors enticed
by growing employment opportunities, and outsiders from around
the country filled the plane with chatter and laughter, engaging
in lively discussions not often found aboard aircraft, especially
one approaching the scene of the worst natural disaster this nation
has ever endured.
Descending
into the airport, the cold reality of post-Katrina New Orleans
rushed in. Louis Armstrong International, once a vibrant center
of activity that accommodated more than 360,000 passengers in
August 2005, appeared deserted, without aircraft on the tarmac
and only a smattering of aircraft parked at the gates. It became
difficult to forget the vivid accounts of death and mayhem that
occurred at the New Orleans airport. This was the same airport
where dozens were reportedly brought and left to die, often for
lack of medical supplies and personnel.

Upon
arrival at the airport, our original plan to rent a car, buy a
New Orleans map and stumble our way through the city was thwarted:
locals, in an awesome display of Southern hospitality despite
their circumstances, met us at the terminal and insisted upon
giving us an "insider's" view of the city.
For
months prior to our travel, we watched and listened to hours of
reporting on the disaster and interviewed numerous evacuees from
the region; yet, we were unprepared for the live devastation we
witnessed. It is impossible to capture on camera - or with words
- the breadth of the destruction that stretched in every direction.

Driving
from the airport toward the city, we passed trees uprooted along
the road, roofs collapsed into buildings, an overturned car in
a ditch. To our statements of disbelief, our hosts replied, "This
is nothing, wait 'til we get to the city."
We
quickly learned what they meant: entering New Orleans proper,
the scenery was nothing short of apocalyptic.
For
more than three hours, our hosts drove us through the torn neighborhoods
of New Orleans. We lapsed into silence as we took it in with our
eyes: the holes torn through the rooftops of homes where survivors
struggled to escape the rising waters; the sickly yellow water
lines on each house marking where floodwaters had settled; spray-painted
quadrants with indecipherable - and decipherable ("D.O.A.,"
"1 Dog," "2 Cats") - markings left by search
and rescue teams; doors hanging off their hinges, allowing a full
view of the house interiors, where molded furniture lay as if
thrown carelessly by intruders.
Still,
more than three months after the hurricane, the degree to which
neighborhoods had been cleaned of debris and rebuilt seemed to
depend upon the level of residents' wealth in each neighborhood.

In
the wealthier neighborhoods, the streets were teeming with workers
gutting houses, demolishing the unsalvageable structures, picking
up and hauling away trash and debris, restoring electricity. We
did not see many government employees among the workers; almost
all worked for private companies that had contracted either with
the federal government or were hired by residents. In these areas,
where residents could afford to pay for such services, many had
returned home and begun the process of rebuilding their lives.
In
the poorer neighborhoods, muddy couches, refrigerators, televisions,
children's toys, and clothes were strewn along the streets, where
it looked like debris had simply been shoved to the side of the
road and left to sit, in order to make way for passersby. Workers
were virtually nowhere to be seen. Few residents had returned
to their homes, many of which still lacked electricity. Walking
along the sidewalk in eastern New Orleans, where electricity had
been restored only the week before we arrived, the silence was
eerie as night fell. Though the majority of houses in this small
stretch were spared from the floodwaters, not a soul roamed the
streets, where two street lamps struggled to light an entire block.
Four blocks down, a homeowner - the only on her block, it seemed
- hung holiday lights, as if to defiantly demand that the joyful
spirit of the holidays still come.
Then,
of course, there was the Lower 9th Ward, one of the poorest (in
economic terms) neighborhoods in New Orleans. Having heard so
much about the Lower 9th, we were anxious to see for ourselves
the extent of the destruction in that neighborhood. Our hosts
informed us of a 4 p.m. curfew they were careful not to test.
So, we rushed to get to the neighborhood, but to no avail: we
tried a number of different entrances, only to be blocked by barricades
and military trucks. Residents of the Lower 9th were allowed in
for a "look and leave" visitation. From outside the
barricades, we could see a few residents in the streets, trying
to salvage belongings from their destroyed homes (unlikely, given
the three months that had passed since the floodwaters advanced),
before being forced to leave before nightfall. How tragic, we
thought, that residents of this once vibrant neighborhood, with
a 60 percent homeownership rate and community ties stretching
back generations, have no idea when - or if - they will be allowed
to return. Unlike those in wealthier sections across town, these
homeowners and residents continue to wonder where and when - or
if - they will be allowed to rebuild their lives and their
homes.
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