NY2NO

What I experienced here was nothing that I could ever expect.

When Katrina hit New Orleans in the late summer of 2005, my family was on a week-long cruise, visiting places such as St. Marks and the Carribbean Islands. As media covered this disaster, I had heard stories of people trapped on roof tops and gathered at the Superdome, waiting for help to arrive. However, just as the coverage of Katrina's effects diminished, so did my concern for this problem. Back then, I had a larger issue at hand; I was starting freshman year in high school in September.

According to the time zone in New Orleans, the time is 7:28 PM on Friday July 3, 2009. I have spent six days in the Lower Ninth Ward, the neighborhood that received the worst of the worst damage. Throughout this week, I have witnessed the true extent of Katrina. Never did I expect that even after nearly four years, the remains of Katrina still exist. Homes have weeds extending several feet above the average human height. Dead animals and garbage remain untouched. People of the Lower Ninth Ward still need financial and moral support.

In addition, my body and mind has been stretched physically and mentally. Under nearly 100 degree weather, everyone bears the scorching heat to clear out filthy lots or help a neighbor rebuild their home. Living in the Lower Ninth Ward constantly makes me aware of the social problems, such as racism, not just in New Orleans, but also in New York City. 

I don't know how to end this because there is just not enough space on the internet to explain in words my adventure.

Alison Cheu

Summer 2009 Group 1 Participant