New Orleans Is Open for Business
After seeing all the carnage on television, I was somewhat apprehensive as I strapped myself into the jet leaving for New Orleans. What would I see? From the images on television, the 360 guy and all the media, I expected that most of what I had come to love in my past 16 visits would be ruined and somewhat threatening. I, however, was committed. I was on the plane to go see a client.
I arrived around dusk and grabbed a taxi ready to pay—with my wallet and my eyes. I imagined the worst. The driver and I pulled out of the airport and headed towards the city: the usual route and for the first few minutes everything seemed fine. I thought to myself, maybe the thousands of destroyed homes are down the highway, as all I ever remember seeing on the news were the tops of home submerged. Nothing. Everything seemed as it were. Businesses were standing and homes were filled with lights.
I once again thought to myself, “This can’t be.” I repeated myself over and over again as we neared the dome where the Saints just played their playoff game for their chance to play in the Super Bowl. Nada. The city stood as it did just a year and a half later. From the city streets to the French Quarter, the only reminisce of damage was the fact that several more stores stood vacant due to the lack of visitors.
Quite frankly, if I hadn’t known that Katrina swept into town, I would never have figured it out myself.
Then what, what was going on? Why were there no visitors? All media. All public perception.
I checked into the Omni and wondered. I was to meet Joey at 10 AM.
The next morning I was in for a lesson. Joey had just learned that the rabbi of his temple does not let anyone present at the temple until they have a tour of the damage so they, too, can appreciate what had happened. He asked that all those in the congregation do the same.
Joey picked me up and we headed east towards where the initial damage occurred during the storm. About 1-2 miles out of town, the scenery changed fast. Within minutes I found myself looking at building upon building that was empty, torn up, falling down. Businesses were gone; malls were not only empty, they had been torn out by their guts so that you could see the back wall.
We continued as Joey told me that this part of town was the hardest hit. It was the low income and lower-mid income areas. This is where the storm surge came up from the ocean and dumped water while the wind howled. Joey showed me where the first levy broke and how the homes were instantly filled with upwards of 8-12 feet of water.
Funny thing, however, was there was no smell nor could you see a line where the water had been. What I saw was home upon home upon home sitting in ruins. These were the employees of all those shops in New Orleans. As far as your eye could see, the homes were damaged. Many had markings to define how badly. From what Joey told me, those with a certain number on the marking also defined how many bodies were found inside.
We traveled further away from the city and all I could think of was how incredible this was to the eye. I pictured driving 15 miles in any direction from my home and then considered how much water it would take to consume so many homes.
Yet, there was some light.
The light came in the form of some open businesses such as McDonald’s, Dominoes, auto part supply houses, and building supplies. There were people rebuilding one house at a time.
The problem from my perspective is this. When you have one family working on a home and 40 around it damaged, there is no traction for the next family around the block to believe their money would be best spent in rebuilding. So many residents had left town. I also realize that if you own a single story home, and these almost all were single family homes, hopelessness had to set in as you contemplated starting over.
Joey mentioned that there was a few billion in federal money set aside for rebuilding, and with 10,000 applications, only 200 had been granted in 18 months. These people had no money and could not afford to rebuild on their own.
Besides there are no schools, and police and fire departments being run out of run down buildings. How can you bring a child back to an area where there are no schools? Schools, even smaller versions, could begin to rejuvenate the area.
The banks also appeared to be in a dilemma. Banks only want homes they can resell. With over 100,000 homes damaged, repossessing or foreclosing on a home was a bad idea, because then the banks would be responsible for the building. Bankers opted to leave the homes in the names of the owners who have long since left—to the tune of about 700,000 people, leaving the area with a population of one half its original size.
This will take a good 10-20 years to rebuild.
But that was not all. Joey wanted me to see more. To know more.
We headed north to the middle class and upper-middle class neighborhoods where I saw first hand pictures that I had not seen on television. He told me about MRGO, a project designed to cut the travel time from the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico, that ended up eliminating a full day’s transit for a ship making the journey. He explained how New Orleans was one of the busiest ports in the country, supplying the central states and then back out again. This MRGO involved dredging a channel from the river to the ocean while removing the natural barrier of trees and wetland that used to protect the inland. Joey showed me how Katrina’s wrath traveled right up the channel causing a huge amount of damage.
Back to the drive. These larger homes had also been 8-12 feet under water for close to a month. They, too, had damage, and they, too, were to a large degree not paid off by insurance.
From the construction angle, however, these homes were being rebuilt. Given that many were two-family homes, the first floor needed work, and the top floors were spared. Joey’s friends have taken their own monies to rebuild.
Still the entire was mentally unimaginable. We were a good 20 miles from the city where water from lake had filled the entire basin. I was told that French were pretty smart; they build the city and the French quarter on the lip of the bowl and not in the basin.
We passed the Six Flags Amusement Park, still idle since the storm.
Next was Joey’s neck of the woods. The west side. Here, he told me another story. One that shocked me. His take was that the day after the storm, people returned to their homes and there was absolutely no damage. They felt saved since his home was on the other side of the levee break. If the levee had broken the other way, he’d have been 10 feet under water. Everyone was at least elated for their own lives…yet distraught about their town.
This soon changed. For some reason, the mayor had told all the pump operators to leave town. In the voices of those that I spoke to on the west side, it was as if you told fire fighters to not fight a raging fire, and that they could go home. That the coast guard did not have to go out when it was wet. Well, the pump operators, those responsible for keeping the city dry, left town, and by the following morning the waterways had over swelled with water causing several feet of water to blanket the area. Joey’s home had $150,000 worth of damage, and all the furniture was lost including a carpet that Joey said he and his wife saved up 20 years to purchase. They had a rug fund for spare cash.
He even took me to see the multi-million-dollar homes belonging to the richest of the richest in New Orleans. Every house had damage and every house had workers doing repairs: many sustaining complete overhauls. House after house, he commented, “Empty. Empty. Empty.”
The difference on the west side was again that two-level homes still had the top level in good shape. The other difference was if you drove down a block and out of 40 homes, 20 had workers doing repairs, you’d be more likely to see hope and send in the crews.
Yet even in this neck of the woods, a $250,000 home was just sold for $60,000.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Americans should not support the rebuilding of New Orleans. I tried to think that myself as I pictured telling all the families in Sacramento, Tampa, Miami to leave their homes. That it was too dangerous.
It would be as if American said that California was on a fault and given the risks, if there was an earthquake, they would not rebuild. Or Florida residents. Sorry, your fault. I’ve said this myself as I watch the Mississippi river overflow and wash away homes… yet people always rebuild.
It took this little tour to make me think about the media and its role in promoting and marketing the destruction of New Orleans and yet without tourism support, those that live and work in the area may never be able to recover. It made me think that just maybe we only see the damage from the perspective of a 30-second clip.
True, there is damage and tons of it. Mississippi still lay in ruin and that part of the country was not subject to any levee being destroyed. Just a plain old hurricane such as those hitting Florida every few years. The difference is means. Those hardest hit don’t know how to rebuild, and given that New Orleans is most likely here to stay, we should do it right and make sure that the city is built up strong.
I have no answers to this challenge other than to say the tour was one to be remembered. I would tell you put New Orleans on your next visit, just so that the French Quarter remains alive and vibrant. From what I see, New Orleans is not going anywhere. It’s open for business and it needs Americans support.
Check out a creative graphic version of the storm and the damages I recommend the interactive graphics model button as you can click through the events one at a time while the simulation delivers an explaination of what happened during Katrina.






























