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| Bottles with Names |
Today for class we went and toured
the Hurricane Katrina exhibit at Presbytere Museum by Jackson Square. As I walked in, I instantly got an immediate
feeling that this was going to be an emotional tour. For in the entrance there was a glass bottles
with a piece or paper with a name in each one.
Each bottle represented an individual who lost their life in Katrina. Along with the glass bottles were also glass
hands. These hands represented the people
that were stuck on the roof top for up to seven days before rescue came. It is crazy to think about that, and heartbreaking. Entire families trapped with no way out, and
no food, or shelter. It shows that no
matter how prepared people and the government think they are, you just never,
ever know the true forces of mother natures.
It gives me chills thinking about it.
As I stood there looking up I tried
to put myself in their shoes. Granted I don’t
have a child of my own, but I do have my sister. That little girl is my entire world. Well she isn’t little any more she is 20, but
she will always be my baby girl. If I
was in that situation, she would be my top priority. I honestly don’t know what I would have done,
you are literally left helpless. It wouldn’t
matter how determined you are, mother nature will always win. Thinking about this brought me to tears.
As you wondered through the
pathway there was a lot of noises, the noises were the news reports from that
storm in 2005 showing the world the intense situation that was here in New Orleans. As I listened
to the news casters, and watched the different clips that surrounded me, I thought
back to our tour with Melvin. At the end
of his tour, he showed us a lighted map of the city. It showed the different levels of flooding through
out the city. Thinking about this while
watching the video clips, sent chills trough out my body. It makes me sad, and a little regretful that
I wasn’t more up to date with news when it all occurred. Looking back, I guess as a young 17-year-old
at the time, I just didn’t understand the impact that the storm had on these
peoples lives.
One of the displays that really
got to me was of a young boys suite. This
once again hit me. Even
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| A picture of the suite |
though it was
just one single suite, that belonged to one little boy. It was crazy to think about how many other children
were affected by this storm. To have your
entire life ripped away from you, and not being able to understand. You almost must wonder how this life experience
for them completely changed the only life they had ever known, and how it
impacted their future. The family that
the suite came from luckily all survived and were moved to safety. The family found out the fate of their house
on national news coverage. They were
watching the news and that is how they received confirmation that everything
they owned was gone. I couldn’t imagine
that. I feel in this situation; no news
would be good news. I feel this way
because if you don’t know you still have hope for a miracle.
