Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A Post from another Blogger


This is a post from another blogger named Robert. I do not know him, but I do enjoy reading his posts, and thought you would too. The link to his blog is: http://post-katrinaneworleans.blogspot.com/

Day 754
New Orleans, La.

Dear Family and Friends,

Daylight savings time provides an emotional boon across the City. People play later, leave work earlier and enjoy the everythings and want-to-bes of spring time life. The local parks are always full.

In a few more weeks, nearly everyone will be wearing linen.

When I first moved here 754 days ago, our newspapers and televisions led and ended with Katrina stories. Every day. I gauge the passage of time now by the amount of with "Katrina" in the newspaper. Now, there are coffee and paper mornings--I swear it--where the K-word can't be found.

I like these mornings.

When year two turned to three, our public figures and friendly tableside rhetoric shifted slightly: "Now three years later..."

And as the months progress, we are saying, "Now three and a half-years later..."

Soon it will be, "Now four years later..."

That moment in time, the day the New Orleans calendar reset, will be with this community for a long-long time. It guides the people here, provides a measuring stick of sorts. What's more than interesting for an outsider like me are the experiences that make New Orleans what it is, even if Hurricane Katrina had never happened.

Crawfish boils, annual festivals, irreverent dress-up days, and second lines come to mind.

The messy stuff is what people elsewhere see about New Orleans. I paraded from 6am to 3pm on Mardi Gras day with a blue sky and a slight breeze the whole way. When we finished, my friends and I played football in our street.

But my friend outside the City texted, "Were you near the shootings?"

Six people were shot along parade routes on Mardi Gras day. There were a few others earlier in the week as well.

New Orleans according to everyone else is a dangerous outpost where people here on business are timid about walking after dark. New Orleans according to those living here is a cultural outpost where people laugh harder, cry longer and eat better than most.

Now, if only the spring weather stayed could stay longer than May.

Best,

Robert

Comedian Chris Rock's wife visits New Orleans on a mission to serve


by Sheila Stroup, The Times-Picayune

The first thing I noticed about the young volunteers was how full of joy they were.

While they applied Sheetrock mud to walls, they laughed. They sang. They stopped for a moment and danced to the music that filled the two-story brick house in Chalmette.

"When they told us we'd be mudding, I thought this was going to be a lot easier," Jasmine Figueroa said. "This is hard work."

Jasmine, 14, was one of 26 young people who came to New Orleans from Brooklyn last week to volunteer with the St. Bernard Project.

They are part of Journey for Change: Empowering Youth Through Global Service, a program started by Malaak Compton-Rock, wife of comedian Chris Rock.

"To me, service is one of the greatest things any human being can do," Compton-Rock said. "But if you live in an inner city and your whole life is in five or six blocks, how do you learn about service?"

Compton-Rock came up with a way: She would take 30 at-risk 12- to 15-year-olds from some of the most impoverished neighborhoods of Brooklyn and spend a year showing them life beyond their borough.

"Travel allows you to see the world differently," she said.

She would help them understand how much they have and how much they have to give, and they would become "global ambassadors" through service, education and advocacy.

Almost all the teenagers attend the after-school program at the Salvation Army Bushwick Community Center, where Chris Rock spent his free time when he was growing up in the Bedford-Stuyvesant area of Brooklyn.

"The center was instrumental in his life," Compton-Rock said.

When she started going to the center to meet the kids and establish a library and a computer lab, she began to understand why it meant so much to him.

"It's a really special place," she said.

The idea for Journey for Change came during one of Compton-Rock's visits to South Africa, where she has a program for orphans and grandmother-led households in an area devastated by AIDS.

"I was telling one of the grannies about the center when I realized I needed to bring those kids to South Africa," she said. "Not until they see global poverty -- poverty on a level they can't even imagine -- do they understand the inherent blessings they have living in the United States of America."

In August 2008, she took 30 young people to shantytowns in Johannesburg for two weeks, where they held orphans, planted gardens, visited families, repaired shacks, talked to children in middle schools and volunteered at clinics.

"Some of the children were HIV-positive," Jasmine said. "That was the hardest part."

"There were a lot of tears," Zuliana Burnett, 14, said. "We met two boys who were taking care of each other because their parents were dead. They used the same pot to eat out of and to go to the bathroom. We bought them a new cooking pot."

Compton-Rock wanted her ambassadors to see the beauty of South Africa and learn its history, too, so they went on a safari, visited museums and learned about apartheid.

And when it was time to leave, they begged to stay, to help, to give some more.

"When I told them that wasn't possible, they asked if they could do another service trip," Compton-Rock said.

She told them yes, but she wanted it to be in their own country, where there are plenty of opportunities to give back. And that is how they ended up repairing houses in Chalmette and Violet last week.

"I've been here five or six times since the hurricane, and I personally feel, after the initial coverage, this area doesn't get the attention it deserves," Compton-Rock said.

She chose the St. Bernard Project because she likes working with nonprofit grassroots groups, and she was inspired by the story of its founders, Zack Rosenberg and Liz McCartney, the young couple who left their jobs in Washington and made a commitment to rebuild St. Bernard Parish "one house at a time."

"They show how serving can change the whole trajectory of your life," she said.

Lisa Vaccarella, owner of the house in Chalmette the young people were working on, said she is eternally grateful to the St. Bernard Project.

"Every time I walk through the door, I see something new and I get excited," she said. "It would have taken me years to do this on my own."

The day I visited, she had taken time off from work as a guard at the St. Bernard Parish jail to make a big pot of jambalaya for the volunteers and take photographs of them working.

"I always take pictures of the workers and put them on Facebook, so when they go home they can see them and they can see how the house is coming along," she said.

During an afternoon break, the young volunteers sat down outside and listened to Vaccarella's story.

She told them how the mud in her house was knee-high after the storm, how she'd lost all her family photos, her furniture, her clothes, everything, and how everyone in the parish had gone through the same thing.

She told them how one of her sons evacuated to Houston, met a woman, got married and never came home.

"They have a little girl now," she said wistfully. "You just never think one of your kids is going to live in another state."

She told them how eight family members who lost their homes were scattered around Louisiana and Mississippi now, and as she talked, the young ambassadors began to understand: She didn't just lose her belongings. She lost the fabric of her life.

But there she was, feeding them, taking their pictures and thanking them for their help.

When it was time to get back to work, Donovan Rodgers, 14, wanted to take a minute to tell me how Journey for Change has made a difference to him.

"I think about how ungrateful I was to my mom," he said. "Now I don't give her a hard time. And I don't complain and want a new pair of sneakers every time I get a speck of dirt on them."

And what will he do when his year of service is over?

"I like helping people and seeing the smiles on their faces," he said. "I'm going to look for more opportunities like this and expand my mind about giving."

Donovan's face was covered with a fine layer of Sheetrock dust, and he went back to work, sanding the dry mud smooth while he moved to the music and sang along with Rihanna: "You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella."

"Service and dancing at the same time," said Compton-Rock, as she tried her hand at mudding. "What could be better than that?"