My trip to New Orleans was incredible. For those of you who don’t know why I went, V-Day held their 10th anniversary celebration at the Superdome in New Orleans, and I went to help out with that and to do other volunteering. (V-Day is the organization Eve Ensler started after writing the Vagina Monologues, and its mission is to end violence against women and girls). V-Day’s goal was to transform the Superdome into SuperLove, and to re-draw our attention to New Orleans. Because almost three years after Hurricane Katrina, it still really, really, really needs our help. More on that later.
One of the most powerful elements for me was that 1200 gulf coast women returned to New Orleans for the first time since they were displaced after Hurricane Katrina, many of whom had been in the Superdome. Can you imagine what it would be like to go back to such a place of fear and danger, and see it transformed? When I first got there for the volunteer orientation, all I could think was, “This is the creepiest place I’ve ever seen/been.” It is huge, and the thought of all those people seeking shelter there during Hurricane Katrina, afraid for their lives (from the hurricane and from people inside the Superdome), not knowing what was happening, not knowing where their family members were, not knowing how they were going to get food, to know when help was going to get there…well, you can still feel it. I really have to hand it to V-Day—they transformed a sports arena, a site of pain and suffering into a beautiful healing space, complete with a huge and gorgeous red tent, a stage, artwork all around, and more. It’s a bit hard to describe, but imagine Madison Square Garden all pink and purple with women everywhere and you’ll get a glimmer of what it was like.
As for what it was like to be in New Orleans in general, it’s a changed place. I went once before Katrina, and it’s so different, even the French Quarter. There are fewer people walking around, stores and restaurants are still closed and boarded up, and there’s a weird feel to the place. As I thought about it, I realized that it felt like NYC for the first couple of years after 9/11—people on edge, not wanting to talk about their stories, but spend a few minutes with them and they actually do want to talk about them.
It’s hard to avoid comparisons with 9/11 when talking about Katrina, especially for those of us in NYC and DC. After all, both were horrific, terrifying, and resulted in a huge loss of life, property, and security (innocence, some might say). That’s where it ends, though. 9/11 was localized in downtown NYC and the Pentagon; Katrina leveled a region. 9/11 was caused by terrorism, and Katrina was a natural disaster, aided and abetted by global climate change. 9/11 took place in the richest, most resourced city in the US and the Pentagon, and affected many wealthy people with a lot of resources and clout. Katrina, on the other hand, affected mostly working class and poor people, and people of color, in a region where municipal/governmen tal indolence was par for the course, and the people most hard hit have had the least clout. So three years later, once you leave the tourist and wealthy areas like the French Quarter and the Garden District, in many ways it looks like Katrina happened last month. It’s awful, ridiculous, and infuriating.
You’d think that they’d have at least taken care of all the falling-down houses; torn them down, etc. A lot of them have been, it’s true, but that’s the minority. Most are still standing, with roofs crushed in, spray-painted markings on the doors denoting how many bodies were found inside, what valuables were confiscated, if pets were found. You’d also think that there would be resources up the wazoo for people—mental health, job searches; nonprofits everywhere trying to do good works. There are nonprofits there, but they seem to be mostly focused on reconstruction, and not necessarily for displaced residents. Other supportive resources are hard to come by, violent crime is rampant, and domestic violence has spiked since Katrina.
I could go on…and on…and on, but really you have to see it for yourself. So we’re going to be doing a Red Tent volunteer trip to New Orleans this fall or winter. Because unfortunately, I have no doubt that there will still be plenty of work to be done. If that’s something that interests you, let me know and I’ll be sure to make sure you’re kept informed about that. Just so you know, it’s not all bad. The French Quarter’s lovely, the food’s great (although I could feel my cholesterol level spiking), the music is terrific, and people are soooo nice and happy to see that New Orleans hasn’t been forgotten.
That’s all for now. You’ll be hearing about our new programming in the near future. For now, please let me know what you think about our new mission, and keep letting me know what you’d like to see us do!
Take care,
Eryka and the board of the Red Tent Women’s Project
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