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if the levees had held, everybody'd be fine. people don't understand that people could not, a lot of people could not get out of here. blue skies, and it was just a day like today. it was a good day, you know. it was like, everyone was scrambling around, people already trying to leave town.

i guess we had decided we were going to leave sunday, so everyone was just kind of going to the store, running around, you know, it was just, it was like, we had always evacuated before, but this, when you watched the weather reports, and the size of the storm and everything, we knew this was going to be different. but, i don't think no one could have imagined it would have been like,

couldn't imagine that our whole, like, it would have been almost like manhattan under water. it was later on in the morning, the storm was gone. no rain, no nothing. just sunshine, and everything was gone. and they just said, we gotta go 'cause water's coming. so we just got in the cars and left.

the water didn't go down, and they didn't have any stores open, and it was pitch black outside, and we ran out of food and water. and we couldn't make it any longer. and then my girlfriend's dad was on dialysis and he, he was very ill, you know, because he wasn't getting his treatment. and he was weakening by the day, so

we had to get out of there. we wouldn't have made it. there were helicopters passing by, and they were coming down as far as this, to this wire, and you believed they were coming to rescue you. they were shining these lights on you, it was almost like you were laughing at you, they'd go right back up and just leave you there. and people were screaming. we didn't know they had that many people in houses around here. that's how black it was,

and you couldn't see, until you heard people screaming. and flashing the lights. "hey, help!" fanning white rags and all. if we can see it, i know they saw it. and they were up, and they just kept going. it was a joke to them. given the direction of the storm and the intensity of the storm i felt like, it was going to be a lot worse than some people thought.

so that was, pretty, how i was feeling. getting your family out. seeing friends walk down the street and asking them, "why are you still here?" i always feel there's a reason why i stayed. you know i don't know what that reason is. this time, obviously it was for me to be able to help folks, but, and to be here, so i could tell, so i could tell some of the stories.

you know, whether it be through my writing or just be here with you all. so, yeah, i was evacuated up, but never out. we went to a senior home, a nursing home, and we thought we'd stay there a day or two till the water, you know we didn't know there was going to be water. and so they evacuated and they took us with them. and we were there for a week, in baton rouge, and with all the media on the television, and the

people on the bridge that couldn't go anywhere, and then i started to cry and say, and i still do, that could have been me on that bridge, if it hadn't have been for this group of nuns. and every time i think about it i, it gets me. the national government did not protect us. they can get to iraq and build a hospital in 24 hours, and they can't get these people out of here? they have amphibious vehicles.

"we can't get through the water." then land on the beach. why couldn't they get through the water? we had 30 breaches in our levees. that's not, you know, a mistake. that's faulty wiring. i mean that's like, you know that's,

that's a real mess up somewhere along the line. you know, if you buy something and it breaks 30 times, you know what i mean? it just wasn't build right, wasn't made right. i was here during the storm, you know what i'm saying? getting me out them stories though, i had to eat.

my people had to eat. know what i'm saying? i was stuck in the school with my grandpa, for the minute, but we got out that thing. and after that i just went to houston. and it was a wrap. well when we ran out of food and water, then we proceeded to try to get out, which was like the fourth, or maybe the fifth day after.

because the water was still high, it was pitch black, you know we had gotten down to the water in the ice-chest. and that water was dirty from going in and out, but we had to take that water, and put it into a tin can, which was an empty coffee can, and this is called survival skills. we would light the light underneath it to heat the water and give the children a little wash off and stuff like that.

i just saw this one young lady with a bag of some things and shoes, right. and she said, well, i don't have any shoes. and the man says, well you got a whole bag. she says well my children don't have shoes either. if that's all you have to get shoes on your children's feet, what would you do? if you've got to break into the store to get food, what would you do? they showed one lady, she was shopping in this store. i think it was whole foods or something, i don't even know.

and she had taken these flowers. and she says, "well i was just getting some food." and she says, "i have the flowers. you think i should put the flowers back?" you know, they were going to die anyway, but really she was just surviving. the flowers were, they were a little extra but it's a bouquet of flowers. you know, that she was trying to take home maybe to put in whatever little space she might be in for the moment. but what would you do?

everything is closed. it's four days. and the government has just left you. and your children are hungry. we just wanted to get to some type of shelter. somewhere where we could get a good bath. some place to sleep. let me remind you of this. in the process of getting help to be rescued,

we saw national guards, police officers, ambulance drivers, everyone that had some source of authority, they were doing a whole lot of looting. they were busting these places like rite aid, windixie, all these places. they would go and get what they wanted, and then they would tell the people, go and get what you want.

at this time we were like, wait a minute, what's really going on? however, i must now say to the world thatif i had the chance to do it all over again, i would do it again. i went into these places, but i thought about one thing. the children. i got some band aids. i got medication for children. and all this nasty water and what's going in their bodies, leeches and everything. it ain't looting though.

you know what i'm saying? we were surviving. we had nothing else. everything else in our house was going bad, food was going bad, no water, couldn't drink water. so we had to go into stores, break into stores, and get stuff, fresh stuff, to eat. and you know what i'm saying, live off of it.

'cause people was there like weeks after, a week after, days after, know what i'm saying? people was still here. with nothing, know what i'm saying? stranded. riding on boats and trying to find the restof their family, a lot of kis going on, so we had to do what we had to do. instead of you saying i can't believe what's happening, i can't believe that it's flooded, can't believe these people are dying,

you saying i can't believe you know, that these people are stealing bread. you know, that they would do that. they're such animals, right. what's animalistic about the whole thing is that they were left there to die. you ever saw that movie the wizard of oz? and you know, oz, it was like this big thing and then they gotthere and there was dude behind the curtain pulling strings, you know.

and new orleans was kind of like oz in a way. they portray it one way, but you go behind the curtain, and it's an old man, you know. new orleans is a viable port. i think 25 percent of our resources come fromthis port. if the businesses who make all the money only hire people at enough hours so they don't have to pay them benefits,

and they don't pay them a living wage, somebody's still making the money. our hotel room rates went up over 250 percent in several years. salaries did not. so the money's a pedestal. you have billion dollar convention buildings. but the workers don't get, the workers should be paid better than they're paid in other communities that don't have

a strong tourism community like we do. but they're not.0:09:41.639, 0:09:47.420new orleans has i think more than 50 percent of the young people in new orleans live in poverty. but tourists would come to new orleans, you wouldn't know that. because, you know that was in projects or in other parts of town. and, i really think that the powers that be, have completely just ruled that whole group of people off. and, you know, new orleans being a predominantly african american city,

to write off that many people is a travesty. and it came back to bite them when the hurricane came. i don't believe in that low income, middle income, mixed, they're trying to get, because we already have that in this city. thousands of houses that people could live in, in neighborhoods. you know, not block upon block of totally impoverished people.

it just, it is not good. and i say that because i spent 10 years in a project. i joined the military so i could get away from it. it's, it's hopeless. you've got to run the home, you've got to run the school, you've got to fight your way through everything. because the little money they're getting from those government checks is not enough to feed their children properly, or to go to school and raise hell with the teachers 'cause the teachers

have enough to do just trying to keep all these children in class. these hungry children. these tired children. these children who have no clothes to wear because nobody gives a damn, because they put them in the projects, and pretend that it doesn't exist. the, poorer people i would say, that did the menial jobs, are, don't have anywhere to live, so they can't come back and work. and so it's just like a,

a domino effect. something has to happen to let something else happen, and all. and today i read how they need day care for the people who are, want to come back and work and they make minimum wage and they have to work but they've nowhere to leave their children. so it's just, it's a lot still to be done in new orleans. and they think that,

that we are a sin. sodom and gomorrah. they think that we are the sin of the world. but we are not. the sin comes here. they bring their sin from other cities. we have poverty, there's crime. but it's not sin. the crime is what goes on. we're in this state.

why america turns around and says oh, i didn't know that was happening. 'cause they didn't want to see it. did you have any nightmares that anybody talked to you about? let me try and pull myself together. that's the first time somebody has asked me that question. and i've tried to tell people about it. but that's the first time it's come from someone asking me. because i've tried to

explain to people what it was like as a kid being huddled on the floor, watching your house shake and listening to the sounds that sounds like ghouls and ghosts coming through every crack in the house as a kid, when i was eight. and the only thing that made you feel safe was that your father was there.

your mother was there. >>time for both of them to get to bed. this one needs to get down there. and the mom and daddy's got to sleep on the couch. so, how do you feel about hurricane katrina now? do you, do you still feel scared about her, or sometimes? sometimes. so, do you talk to your mom about hurricane katrina?

yes. and what does she tell you? it's alright. one of the teachers i worked with, when i worked at tulane university came through after the storm and we talked and she said the children were basically traumatized. that, they were almost stuck, because of all the things that they had experienced.

and they weren't able to really process it. so they went in and really tried to work with the children in small increments. we had the children know there was a time before katrina and we wrote about it. then we had them to talk about what did they do in preparation for the hurricane. what had happened to them during the hurricane. now the kids that were in texas, they were like, oh yeah, we were swimming in the pool, we were playing volleyball, we went to the skating rink. the kids that were here, are like, the roof blew off,

and the water was coming in the house. so it was a very different kind of experiences. remember that you drew me a picture one time? what did you draw me a picture of? hurricane katrina. what did you tell me when i said, how do you feel about this picture? scared. what did i say? pray.

and, what did you say after that? alright. my son wanted to just keep busy. it was devastating for him to speak about it because it would make him think about his trauma he'd been through. i lost everything, i was homeless, i lived underneath the bridge for six nights. underneath the causeway bridge, while water was tossed out of helicopters to us,

we were treated like, just straight up, slaves. our children were, they were trying to separate our children from us. i fought for my child. i refused to let them separate me, god did not just separate me through the storm from my child so i would not let man do it. the national guard stated that the children and the parents were going to go to the same place, however they separated us.

they put the children on one bus, they put on one truck, excuse me, they put the parents on another truck. however, the children made a left on the truck. our truck kept straight. so i waited, and i thought they were going to make the next turn. however they didn't make the next turn. so i asked the young man, the national guard,

what kind of rifle was he carrying? and he told me, of course i don't remember, but i just said to him, what you should do with it is start putting bullet holes in my butt right now because i'm going where my child is. turn this bus around. he told me well ma'am, we're not going all to the same place. i said, to the hell you are. we're going to the same place.

so i proceeded to jump off. they didn't want me to jump off, they're trying to hold me, i'm kicking, i'm biting, i'm scratching, i'm doing everything there is to do to get off of this truck. so finally they made this left turn, they brought me to my son. they came off and they decided they wanted to introduce themselves to my son because they stated that i was a brave mother. and i looked them in the eyes and i said it was not about being a brave mother, it was

about being a mother. he was not going to take my child. there are some ladies right now this day, has not been reunited with their children. they still don't know where their children are. i write a lot of poetry essays, and i write performance pieces. most of them are not funny, but the fanatical fanny one, i tried to make her funny because

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it's a house on wheels. some people call it a travel trailer, but my friend, well, he just calls it home. hi, i'm fanatical fanny, with the fema fantasy home builders association. as you can see, this hapless aluminum structure is a full 260 square feet. approximately.

here's the parking space-slash-playground. if you park your car just right, you can open the driver's door and squeeze between the passenger side and the front step. if you don't have a vehicle, you can use that space for the children's play area. if you have both children and a car, well. it has three smoke alarms, three! isn't that intriguing.

to keep them from sounding like a three-alarm fire when you cook, simply cover them tightly with plastic bags. because it is illegal to remove them. and if you do remove them, and your trailer catches fire, and you burn up inside, you are going to jail. right across the nearly 2-foot wide hallway, are bunk beds. my daughter,

5'7, healthy 23 year-old new orleanian woman got all her grandmother's hips and behind, described what it was like when she climbed in one afternoon. she chose the bottom bunk, which has a window. she climbs in, climbs up, "legs or arms? leg's or arms? i can stretchone, or the other!" can you spell

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and i think they feel miserable. and i think they think, what the hell am i going to do? where the hell am i going to go? how am i going to get past this? and you know you're going to get past it. you're either going to get past it or you're going to die. one or the other. but you have to get past it. but it almost seems

impossible. because in a way they make it seem like, you're begging up on this, like you're begging up on this trailer and begging up on the fema money and stuff. you're not.0:21:45.040, 0:21:48.450you're saying, look, i had a job. i had a place to live. i was doing ok. then all of that was taken from me. i didn't give it up, and i didn't do anything to cause it. but it's gone. and i'm not asking for much, i just want to get through this

and get on with my life. my heart goes out to all of them, even my mother that lost everything. it goes out to the people that, build all their lives, they work all their lives to buy their very first home, let alone their second or third home, to have it taken away from them. then to have someone come in and say well you can't be paid because you didn't have flood insurance.

or you have a certain amount of time to gut your house out and rebuild. and then you have to build so many inches up off the ground. what the hell. some days you can't do it. you just can't do it.0:22:30:480,0:22:32.200you just sit here, you cry. you watch television. you punch the wall.

you know, you slap it or something. because you don't know what to do with your anger and hurt, and frustration and loss. but other days, you just keep working at it, that's all we can do. and it would be helpful if we could get some faster progress going on. i mean, we need some progress.

and we can't do it by ourselves. most of our people are gone. they know that. and they can't get back. they had no way to leave. they had to get bussed out, they have to get bussed back. and when they get bussed back they need to be able to afford to rent places. i think about the amount of trauma you know, associated with people, kids and families now. you know, i mean for a whole week, i mean for katrina i saw three bodies in the same place every day.

i used to have to go to sleep with that on my mind. you know, or i remember a lady who was asking people to come and get to her, and they couldn't get to her. so, did she make it? you know, so there's so many unknowns. or, people that you used to see every day that you don't see, that you haven't seen in a year, you know where are they? i think most of the water

out there didn't come from the rain. it came from the tears and devastation of all of us. what we had to go through. and, not knowing when this was going to end. it gets painful. after the hurricane, i didn't really want to, i had, i took one drum with me. i left 30 drums at my house. so they were all ruined.

but, i didn't really want to drum after that. i didn't really feel like playing music after that. i was just too shocking. but, what really got me going again was, i went on a state department tour with new orleans artists. it was a group of mardi gras indians, and through the jazz at lincoln center in new york, we went to three countries that had aided the united states after hurricane katrina.

we would like to get people involved and drum with us, and dance with us because it's a healing thing that goes on when everybody's involved and people start laughing, you know, like, oh, look at that little kid, oh look at him do the limbo, look at her. look at that, like that old guy who got up and dance. and, you know, just anything. get mad about something. get mad, get angry, go play music. you know all this is going to leave, in the next, like,

soon as everything, soon as you hear it'll be boom! all, everything else gone. [music] you worried about the music right now. you flow love, so you ain't never going to let nothing mess that up, so. music is more than that, to me, than just a way of living. hear we bear witnessed that new orleans is the birthplace, the saving grace. it's where the rhythm meets the soul,

it's alright for you to lose control on a fat tuesday or a super sunday. or any day. we say, [inaudible] or maybe even baby! it was the music that made it. my poetry has been my therapy for years. you know, because nobody can feel how you feel about that certain entity

at that certain time the way you do. so definitely when you write about it, you're letting a lot of emotions out. we're using the time that we have, that new orleans gave us, to entertain new orleans and keep new orleans going. so, we're gonna get us. 'cause i got me. we're in the process of rebuilding right now as you all can see. it might take a while, but

new orleans is going to be a better city than what it was. 10 times better. but, just give us time. we're getting up there, you know. we're putting the laws in. i'd just take a wild guess at another five or six years. it'll never be the same again though, it'll never be the same again. you know, we need to, we still haven't accepted that. you know, 'cause i am a new orleans native. i was born and raised here.

and it really hurts, touches me to see that our city is gone. i know a lot of people have relocated, started over. and they have better jobs than what they had here. there's a lot of steadfast new orleans, new orleanians who will come back. and, they'll probably come back and make the most of it.

we are what we eat, what we listen to, what we second line to. and most people don't understand that. and that's why you see more people coming back than they expected. because it's not just a place, it's our soul. you know, i mean new yorkers can live anywhere. new orleans, new orleanians have to live in new orleans.

i grew up here, lived here, love it here. it's its own unique culture, own unique society. and, really nothing like it till you've lived with all the people. it's, everybody gets along very well here. it's really nice. i see a lot of things in the news about, about separations and stuff, and that's really not true.

it's really a diverse, great community. communities work together as a, as a habit here. a lot of the communities are diverse, even though they say it's 75 percent black. still 25 percent white mixed in there. you know. and they work together, they come together. they love each other.

as far as humans love each other, you know what i mean. so i don't, i don't think it's changed this much. i think that it may be more white and more sterile in the next few years. but i think that when our children come back, our color's gonna come back, and our culture's gonna come back. it has to. or our children will be educated and they'll come back stronger and better.

that's, that's my hope. you can't predict it. but you can hope for it. so regards to what the media says to the public, i'm saying to the public: it can be done. it will be done. we will make this stand.

we will come back, regardless of the prices. whatever they do, whatever they want to make this place, they cannot make us all over again. we are here. we will get our city back! new orleans will be back, with men like us! thank you! you are the soul, where souls find the soil to stand. your garden hardened with thoughts of magnolias and bourbon.

seeds sprouting across the globe but even when your bowl overflowed the gumbo wasn't too spicy to keep us wanting more. so we feast on your false beliefs. shout up to southern skies to shower us with voodoo and moonshine, all the shirtless little boys on street corners with stems pounding pavements while tourists find it funny and children run after purposefully unaimed nickel, dancing down sidewalk we love you,

with ignorant curiosity. pressing your lips to only the hint of a kiss. commitmentless carnivores, whoring out your souls for the blooms, beads and kickbacks. dreams we lack. so we drown in tears, waterfalls, and floodwaters. swimming through deception and lies,

show the high, compromising bring new orleans back commissions. but this be southern living. them closing schools and building prisons. confusion new religion, got the billboards to prove it. lost hopes and heavy movement, but soul, you are worth fighting for,

so i give you my words. but you have inspired me, to aspire to be just a part of your history. your memories paved with spirits of greatness, and even the great flood could erase. i'm a part of you soul, left to die by those on high. for somewhere between the waterline

and the color line lies the poverty line so we stand in line for shelter, safe haven, and overdue reparations. our patience wears thin when all hope is done. and i know all white dudes from texas not crazy, but i can think of one. through politics they stay connected, the people are protected,

the wetland still neglected as you could die sticking to the highest bidder. oh how i long to hold you soul. but my arms go weak like levees. heartily heavy with thoughts of tomorrow for the sake of that kid, i forgot a governmental plot blamed on mother nature's fury. vision burry, but media blast

of down-beat broadcast of circumstance they could never understand. no-name reporters getting famous off our boats, famous off our loss. put new orleans on the cross and crucify. then quickly get the close-up, watch your children die. evacuee - slash - boy. refugee - slash - musician. constituent - slash - looter.

survivor - slash - sinner. american citizen - slash - great grandson of a former slave. dancing on congo square and grace graves in tremã© to african drums and brass bands. i'm speaking in tongues, with indian chants. famed from rooftop to superdome i'm screaming for help, just screaming for home. to me you are more than just a mardi gras mambo. more than blackened catfish and gumbo.

you are that jazz song that i heard and then i realized music could move me. you are the muse of cajun moons mixed with the heat of sexy southern humidity. you are the birthplace of civil rights, and the reason why i write. you are the night. i mean all my wrongs, all the more that i try to make them right. you are the spirit of southern war hardheads, lining the 17th street canals. you are the soul of 100,000 strong. from the lifeboats to the east, we're begging to come home,

so that i won't leave you soul. i won't throw you to the wolves and watch them tear you to pieces. i can't give you back to those who could keep you. i will gather your children from across this land for you are the soul where souls find the strength to stand. new orleans you are not just where i live. you are who i am. and i don't know much but i know i love you.

and that may be all there is to know.