Saturday, September 03, 2005

Notes From the Diaspora

I'm still incapable of making any sort of cohesive statement about this whole affair. I will simply relay some miscellaneous notes and thoughts from the past few days:

The approach of the hurricane is so surprising. Friday it's a non-issue. During the day at work I begin to hear mention that it's shifting our way, but we all go home for the weekend expecting to return Monday for business as usual. We are looking forward to a fun weekend. My parents are in town. We have free baby sitting and lots of activities planned including a big party for Annou's birthday on Sunday. Friday night Annou calls saying she thinks we should make evacuation plans. We're initially skeptical but go ahead and make hotel reservations in Memphis, fully planning to cancel them later.

Saturday morning we go to an open house at Louise's school to get ready for her entering pre-K. It's sweet and exciting. We get home and there are eight phone messages including four from the bakery wondering if we still want the cake for Sunday. This is when we realize this is a real issue.

We shift into evacuation mode. We decide to make preparations during the afternoon and evening, and if truly necessary we will leave in the middle of the night, hoping to avoid the traffic nightmares that occurred during Ivan last year. It becomes clear that the evacuation is necessary. We batten down the hatches, move everything in, pack essentials and move other valuables to the upstairs hallway.



Annou meets us. We eat all of the ice cream out of the freezer and leave shortly before midnight: Mom, Dad, Annou, Sarah, Louise, June, Penny (the dog), and Delilah (the cat). We caravan in two cars. Ours is very full.

...

The contraflow is incredibly strange. Inbound lanes of the highway have been converted to outbound. Driving westward out of town the first squalls of rain pass through. Seeing the quadruple rows of red taillights heading away is surreal. It feels precisely like a scene from a giant Hollywood disaster movie. The girls are wide awake, quietly staring out the windows. We listen to 870 AM as far as we can receive it. The mayor comes on, jokes with the announcer in their jovial New Orleans way and then becomes very serious telling people that this "could be the big one".

...

We arrive in Memphis at first light. We eat breakfast and watch the news. Things have gotten worse. The storm is huge.

...



We eat barbeque for lunch and Korean for dinner. The news worsens through the day. That night after everyone is in bed Sarah and I drink a lot of Bourbon and watch a PBS special about Hank Williams. We go to bed expecting our city to be destroyed the next day. We sleep like the dead.

...

In the morning we awaken to find that the storm has shifted to the east. It seems that New Orleans will be spared the worst of it.

I can laugh now. I catch my favorite unintentionally funny quote from a ridiculous "on the scene" reporter . He earnestly tells the cameraman "we're going to try to work our way up into that crevice where we're going to to shoot some tape." I think to myself "'shoot some tape', eh? Is that what they're calling it now?"

I drop my parents off at the car rental. They're driving back to Virginia, ending they're strangely rerouted vacation.

We go to Otherlands coffee shop and run into a regular from the Rue de la Course, my coffee shop in New Orleans. In fact, on subsequent visits I encounter numerous people from Rue at the Otherlands. An entire refugee community has formed, using wi fi, swapping bits of information.



We meet up with Memphis friends in the afternoon. Our kids play with there kids. Things are O.K.

We plan to return home on Wednesday.

...

Describing Tuesday and Wednesday is very difficult. They are a jumble. We have been following the news carefully, concerned for our houses, realizing it will be longer than we thought until we can return home. We begin to realize that our lives will be upended for the near future.

We keep the kids busy. Memphis is full of people we recognize from New Orleans. We go to the Children's Museum and see numerous familiar parents wondering through the exhibits with their kids. Everyone is a little dazed.

The news continues to worsen. We have determined that our house is probably alright, but gradually an awareness grows that the city itself is not. Not just certain neighborhoods, not just a temporary blow, but a radical shift.

The situation in the city is becoming more desperate. The scale of the disaster slowly comes into focus. This is not a small number of people trapped for one night in their homes. This is devastating. Looting is shifting from a small side story into something radically different and more horrible. The city is clearly unraveling.

Tuesday night friends in Memphis have dinner for us and other refugees. It is beautiful and unreal.

...

Wednesday moves very quickly. It has become obvious that, although we might have a house, we have no home. I can no longer watch the news. The devastation of my city is crushing. The sight of my fellow New Orleanians in that hell is more than I can bare to see.

There are dozens of practical details to be dealt with. We get cell phones with Memphis phone numbers so people can call us (New Orleans phones are useless). We go to Target to buy new clothes for the kids. People in the store approach us, immediately recognizing our circumstances, offering their condolences. In the parking lot a woman sees our Louisiana license plate, briefly talks to us, and then forces twenty dollars into our hands, refusing to be turned down.

We've been offered use of the house at Perdido. We accept. We make plans for Annou to travel to my parents house in Virginia.

Late in the day we remember to wish Annou a happy birthday.

Many other things happen, but I can't remember them.

...

Thursday we leave Memphis. At the last minute we decide to send the cat with Annou (there will be five dogs staying in Perdido). I take Annou to the airport. Even though I know it will be o.k. it makes me very sad. Our little Memphis community which has held together over the recent days is dispersing. It makes our situation more real.

We're driving Annou's car to Perdido. We lend our car indefinitely to friends of friends from New Orleans who have no car. They may head on to North Carolina or Michigan. Our car will go with them. These things will get sorted out later. It barely matters.

On the way out of town, in the Subway parking lot, again a woman forces a wad of cash into our hands.



We head south through Mississippi and Alabama arriving at Perdido late in the evening. On the way we pass large convoys of federal vehicles.

...

When the hurricane hit, our community shattered like something thrown against a wall, and little shards flew all across the country. We have friends from Colorado to Boston, people we were sitting next to last week. A web of communication instantaneously sprang up in the aftermath with all of us constantly calling, emailing, getting in touch however we could sharing information. For the past week the city this community shares as a home, the heart of this community, has been a hole, an inaccessible hell on earth walled in by a moat of water. We see the the images on television, see our neighborhoods, our neighbors. We can only watch.

One of the hardest things has been that all of our friends and much of our family, the people we would depend on for help, are hundreds of miles away. The phone calls and email have been crucial, but not the same. Now that a small band of us, some of our closest friends, has coalesced here in a place that can function as our home for the immediate future, things look better. After two days the shell shocked fatigue has started to fade, we make lots of stupid awful jokes, and we're able to just begin to prepare for the next step.

Note: A revised version of this post has since been published at The Morning News.

12 comments:

  1. kphiker5:15 PM

    how fortunate that you're not alone in all this. and that you're ready to move on.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Nikki5:55 PM

    Good to see that your voice can still be found here.

    I was thinking about Hil and John's going away party at your house as I saw Zack's car drive around Oxford square with some of my favorite people in it, I on the street, Miranda (who I never did get to see while she was there) and co. waving.

    News of people in my community who are not coming back is starting to trickle in. owey.

    I went to a party last night with a few Johnnies, but though the people are nice, they aren't my people and I am very sad.

    I miss you guys.

    I miss everybody

    ReplyDelete
  3. We love you Nikki. We love you, David, Sarah, Zack, Ana, Miranda, Francine, Christian, Billy, Maysey, Mary. We love you.

    -Hilary and John

    ReplyDelete
  4. Thanks for your story, Slim. It made me cry but helped. I have been so sad and now angry.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Thanks, David.

    Surely your community wasn't "shattered." It seems stronger than ever.

    We're so glad that you and your family are okay!

    ReplyDelete
  6. I have had a hard time putting this experience into words; reading yours has helped trmendously. The pictures of the girls brought tears to my eyes.

    Sebastian has been asking about you all. He misses his pal.

    Much love to your family.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Francine9:27 AM

    Diaspora indeed.
    We've always been an odd band of gypsies - somehow our lives became somewhat formalized in that gooey petrie dish - and now we are here there and everywhere.
    I made gumbo the other night. And I intend to make creme brulee tonight. And then maybe I'll work on a remoulade.
    I do find it frustrating that too many of my dear friends have not yet met our sweet Vivienne, but you will. We miss you.

    ReplyDelete
  8. So glad to hear from all of you.

    R.J. No not permanently shattered. It's going to be like one of those scenes from a science fiction movie where the pieces of the robot that have been blasted apart slowly reassemble themselves until the thing is alive and functioning again. We will lose some pieces, sadly, but the city will be back.

    ReplyDelete
  9. I want to add my thanks for sharing such a personal and heart wrenching look into your lives right now.

    I think it's so easy to be removed from the tragedy when we're not directly affected. But your account, and the accounts of my other friends have kept it close and fresh.

    We're heartbroken with you.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Just wanted to add my best wishes to the others here. It's encouraging to hear how people are taking care of each other in any way they can, especially counterposed with the "anarchy in New Orleans" headlines. You've got big hearts. Thanks for taking the time to share your story.

    ReplyDelete
  11. zahava3:46 PM

    Really speechless.

    Only recently stumbled on your blog, and just this evening realized OH.MY.G-D.SLIMBOLALA lives in Louisianna.

    Glad you and yours escaped physical injury, and hope the other stuff is solved quickly.

    BTW, your dog is a dopple-ganger for ours, though ours is grayer in the muzzle.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Great Blog! I have a car rental italy related Site.
    Maybe you have a look.

    ReplyDelete