I can't believe that it's already been ten years - TEN - since the awful crime of Katrina in New Orleans. I remember feeling as affected (sobbing-wise) as 9/11, if not more so, because WE were doing this to our own People. I still can't believe THAT. Ugh.
Three years after the Katrina nightmare first happened, I went to New Orleans with Tom Morello's Justice Tour to help out with Sweet Home New Orleans. Three years had passed, but you'd think maybe three months, as so little had been done, and what had been done was so shoddy and toxic (on the government's/FIMA's part) that it barely counted. The little time we spent there changed me for good (and not only because I have a scar on my ass from where I was bitten by a brown recluse and almost died!), as I saw how people who had so little left still gave of themselves more than anyone else did. We helped them clean up their yards, sure, but they helped us to see what truly matters in this life, and to never, ever give up doing what you love and playing the music of your heart.
Ten years later, they still need our help. It's back to being fun times Mardi Gras zone in the French Quarter, but there are still whole neighborhoods boarded up, with former residents far too traumatized to ever return. I don't blame them one bit after what we all saw go down. But the People that stayed and played their music through it all ... that will never go away. Nor will the demand for Justice in this country.
I'm re-posting the story of our time there, so you can feel it too. We love you, New Orleans!