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Rebuilding Hope - Samantha Migliore
Rebuilding Hope - Samantha Migliore
Samantha Migliore
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On August 23, 2005, Hurricane Katrina left America's beloved city of New Orleans in utter
and complete disarray. However, in the 13 years since America's most destructive natural disaster,
Louisiana, its economy, community, and culture has yet to recover. In a city where devastation is the
norm and hope is rare, a strong sense of community is crucial. While New Orleans may still lack in
resources, infrastructure and funding, its overwhelming sense of community compensates for what
Colonized by the French in the 18th century, much of Louisiana’s culture hails from France.
As part of the Louisiana Purchase, Louisiana was officially admitted into the Union as the 18th
American state in 1812. Although it is technically part of the Southern United States, many
Louisianians choose not to identify with Southern culture as the state is notorious for its original
Louisiana, greatly affecting New Orleans and the Lower Ninth Ward. The category 5 hurricane was
also responsible for breaking the poorly engineered levees, causing a massive flood throughout the
state. Areas near the Lower Ninth were flooded with more than 20 feet of water and citizens were
stranded in their attics, on their roofs, and in shelters for days. Thousands of lives were lost, most
being elderly people or those with special needs. The disaster cost the state of Louisiana over 150
billion dollars in damages. To this day, New Orleans has still not fully recovered. As of now, the city
contains over 134,000 fewer residents, 40,000 fewer homes, and 2,000 fewer businesses since 2005.
In the weeks leading up to our trip, my group and I prepared by reading “Zeitoun” and watching
documentaries like trouble in the water and when the levees broke. from these resources, I
witnessed just how devastating and drastic Katrina truly was. The storm and the flooding that
followed was powerful enough to change thousands of lives all within a matter of days. After weeks
of preparation, my group and I were finally ready to head down to New Orleans.
On June 11th, myself and 21 other members of my community made our way down to
Louisiana, where we would be staying in Kenner, just minutes outside of New Orleans. Stepping out
of the airport, the humidity of Louisiana's atmosphere engulfed our bodies, we swiftly loaded our
vans, and drove through the city en route to our base home. Initially, New Orleans and its highways
looks much like Massachusetts, a familiar and welcoming setting. But as we continued to drive, small
aspects of the city stuck out. On any given street, each house varied greatly in architectural style.
Palm trees lined the roads, porches held rocking chairs, and sidewalks transformed into playgrounds
for running children. However, it was not what I had expected. In my mind New Orleans was a city
chocked full of lively people, buoyant music, endless parties and joyful faces. Even venturing into
the city a few days later, I would notice aspects different from my community in Massachusetts, but
not as stark as my mind had made them out to be. However, I knew the culture was there, but it was
muted. I suspect it had been out on pause since the demise of Katrina.
As part of our service, my group and I intended to focus our attention on the Lower Ninth
Ward, a neighborhood that had been hit the hardest by Katrina. Driving through the city, an eerie
and empty feeling ran through my veins. Houses were spayed thousands of feet from each other,
plots of land remained untouched as the grass was overgrown, and houses were abandoned from the
storm that took place almost 13 years before. It was clear this neighborhood was left to fend for
themselves.
For the entirety of the three days we spend working on Caffin Street, we worked through
with the non-profit organization “SBP”. They were founded in Louisiana directly after Katrina and
have been working to “shrink the time between disaster and relief” ever since. For our project, we
were set to work on an “opportunity house”, meaning after our work was done SBP would be able
to sell this house to a displaced family for discounted price. This of course is part of both SBP’s and
Rustic Pathways mission to bring back displaced families and restore New Orleans sense of
community.
On the first day the entire group transported over 50 sheets of drywall from the front yard
to the inside of the house. Each piece required at least three people to hold it, and support it so the
piece would not snap. This was my first taste of true teamwork. Because our group was not
accustomed to the hot weather yet or the degree of hard work required, many people isolated
themselves from the group. The initial day was unarguably the most difficult, however it was
necessary as a lesson to prove to our group that without everyone's contribution, no work would get
done. On the second day, we were split into small groups to work on drywalling the ceiling. I was
placed in a group with people whom I did not have very close relationships to yet. However,
through our time together I was able to get to know each one of them and form new relationships I
would have never created had it not been for this project. My group guy quickly separated the work
as we saw fit and collaborated when needed. Once we found our flow of work, labor became fun.
Therefore, on our third and last day working, my group and I were able to finish our assigned ceiling
and begin installing drywall on the walls of the closet. No other group had begun drywalling the
Driving through the city, interacting with merchants at the market, and being placed directly
into the upbeat atmosphere of the Rock n’ Bowl alley, it is clear to see that the community of New
Orleans is anything but hostile. Music filled the streets wherever we went and people were
constantly singing, dancing and chatting. Coming from such a notoriously fast paced, bustling city
such as Boston, it is easy to get caught up in stresses of everyday life. As the college application
process rapidly approaches I find myself scrambling to join extracurriculars, raise my GPA, and seek
out leadership roles within my community. However, my time in New Orleans has not only proven
the importance of giving back, but the importance of community. As I rush through life, anticipating
my every next move, I often forget to slow down and value those around me. The slower paced,
relaxed atmosphere of the South was refreshing in that I was able to experience first hand a worry
free environment. Next year, and for each after that I aim to slow down once in a while, and not let
the stresses of life consume me. While life becomes increasingly hectic with each passing day it is
important to cherish the things most important to me; the bonds I share with those around me.
Above all, my time in New Orleans has allowed me to value what I have been given, for I never