What will become of us?
My fingers are just doing their own thing people; I have no control at this point.
It’s a question that I guess I’m just now confronting. Seems kind of strange in my mind that I’m just getting around to asking myself, just what will become of us, New Orleans?
It’s a tough question. One that neither I nor anyone else really has an answer to and it’s distressing to say the least. I think that is the thing that is most difficult to handle-the uncertainty. The feeling of not knowing what’s next, waiting for the OTHER shoe to drop. Damn it, we want our normalcy back. Yeah I know, that’s like asking to win the lottery. Nice thought, but it’s not going to happen.
I like to think that the citizens of this city have control over the future, that we can shape or maybe focus the future to be something that will be beneficial to all of us, those who love New Orleans. And we do have a say, but its not like it should be nor is it like it could be. We haven’t given ourselves to the dark side or any such nonsense, but our future depends on things that are generally out of our control. Yes, we can start electing leaders who lead, who don’t steal for themselves and leave the rest of us behind. We can demand a safe city. We can demand adequate levees. But demanding and getting are two different things.
I’ve been surprised and dismayed that the question of protecting this area from the weather has come down to money. As in, “We would love to help rebuild the wetlands but it’s going to cost how much?” I’m not that old but I do not remember money ever being an issue when it comes to protecting, rebuilding or helping any American city in need.
The stress and pain is too much for some people. They cannot afford to give anymore of themselves to help a crippled, dysfunctional and some would say dead city. They just cannot put forth the effort and get nothing in return anymore. I cannot blame them, I know it’s tough. I attempt to be strong, to keep the faith per se, to show others that we can get through this. Yet, I falter too. Sometimes on this blog, sometimes in the privacy of my home. Don’t bring up anything remotely Katrina related or the water works will start to flow. Got a story to tell about the young kid who overcame storm related losses? Then you better have some tissue close by because I will start bawling.
It all brings me to the question. What will become of New Orleans? Hell I don’t have the answer. You thought I did? Fooled you then. About the only thing I really know right now is that there are tons of people like myself, who will not give up. That encourages me. It’s the one thing I hold on to, that I am not alone in my love for New Orleans.