Hundreds of well-meaning journalists have flocked to New Orleans in the past weeks, each thinking to put his or her stamp on the quintessential “New Orleans: 10 Years After Katrina” story. On top of it, Barack Obama arrives today, the miserable George “Good work, Brownie” Bush arrives tomorrow, and Bill Clinton will be here on Saturday.
Enough already.
We are not bar graphs, or pie charts, or vari-colored maps, or race analyses, or income tables. We are not any of that. We are individual human beings, and at this point we don't give a damn about any grand plan.
We are who we were, and who we remain.
Ten years later, the things that matter are still the singular human experiences. I'll not elaborate any further, but rather offer one man's story, a narrative that came into my life here in my own home about a month after the storm.
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