by Berimbau » Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:53 pm
GOING HOME AIN"T EASY
Dear Friends,
My wife Theresa and I just got back from what's left of our
Waveland, MS. home in the once beautiful Sundance community. I've been without sleep for over a week so I'll try not to ramble too much. We took our good friend John Jennes with us, he has a GREAT spirit, more tools and gadgets than batman, and is about 8 feet tall by 6 feet across. There would be NO trouble with him along. Semi-tropical Waveland is now as barren as the dark side of the moon and it literally reeks of death. 90% of the houses are GONE! It looks like a war zone, the entire 100 mile stretch of tranquil white beaches along the Gulf Coast have been obblitterated by a simply unimaginable force. For whatever reason, ours was one of a handfull of houses that still had
a little structure left, although every single door and window has been blown out. It looks like a poor man's pagoda, a tattered roof held up by toothpicks. So much for boarding up your house! All the contents swirled around inside it as if it were a giant Werring blender. Most of the furniture was deposited in a giant debris field that is just blocks and blocks wide. We found some furniture and women's shoes in our garage that did not belong to us!! Most of our living room and dining room furniture is completely unaccounted for. Just think, all BRAND NEW appliances; frig, microwave, washer, dryer, oven, dish washers, computors, flat screen tv, dvd, not to mention my fine collection of some 400 musical instruments, 2,000 cds, dvds, a huge library of books, my unpublished manuscripts, original anthropological research,
just 100's of hours of video, audio, field notes, etc. from Brazil, Italy, Jamaica, Africa, the Southern U.S. ALL GONE!! But in the end it was all just stuff and we got out of there alive. I kissed Theresa this morning and told her how much I loved her. I do this every day anyone but today it was VERY SPECIAL. We feel SO BLESSED that our love has endured. It fills my heart with hope.
Our town is just heartbreaking, once green and serene, semi-tropical Waveland is now smeared with a thick e coli/petrol sludge that is ubiquitous, permeating everything and filling anything that will contain it. Don't pick up that shoe!! It might spill on you! You've never smelled ANYTHING like this, trust me. There is NOTHING left of the magnificent 2-5 million dollar houses that the rich folks built on our beautiful beaches. NOTHING. Just miles and miles of slab and a bit of debris along the desolate beach. Talk abot a great equalizer, these folks are now just as homeless as I am. I wonder how many will become democrats before it's over? Nearly every standing tree has been denuded of all it's leaves, including once proud live oaks dripping with Spanish Moss, and a variety of stunning palm trees and other exotic flora. The ensuing week of 90% plus days has withered these spectral remains into the most hideous of ghostly apperitions. As nightfall set in there sillouettes loomed menacingly over the broken beach boulevard, and it was easy to imagine one of them plucking you out of your vehicle for one final sacrifice. Shades of Stephen King! Packs of frightened animals foraged through the noxious garbage heaps for sustanance but could find only the tainted
poison of sludge coated debris. No looters here, slim pickin's! It is a ghost town. Other than the occasional National Guardsmen patroling in humvees only a few dazed residents were to be encountered, grimly searching their tree-strewn yards for the odd treasure that somehow survived. None of them felt much like talking, and neither did we. Please don't
believe the media about this thing, 99% of the people effected by Katrina are GREAT FOLKS! Some just happen to be poor and Black which ain't illegal! In contrast the government is much less so virtuous, and the empty
lying suit currently occuppying the aptly named WHITE house just has to go. Homeland security has always been the National Guard's job. I'm quite proud of my brother Bill's 14 years as a N.J. Guardsmen. His Mississippi and Louisiana counterparts were away from their homes and families fighting the Exxon-sponsered "War On Terror." That is why
the response sucked. The guard was out of town fighting for oil for Bush and his millionaire friends. I've been talking with Guardsmen all week and they all tell me that they came in from places FAR away from Waveland. One told me
that he is the ONLY Ripley, MS. guardsmen NOT currently in Iraq!!! Now how can he defend or assist his fellow Mississippians if he is the only one not deployed overseas? Please tell me and I'll pass it on to him, he'd really like to know. Trust me, it's OUR kids, OUR military, NOT Bush's, and they are sick of his LIES! Someone buy this Bozo a bus ticket back to Crawford!!!
The most surreal sights and sounds stunned our senses. Home alarms beeped back and forth to each other in a horrible cacaphony, punctuated by the percussive sound of
copters flying overhead. The reek of decaying flesh, swamp water, and industrial pollutants still burns my nose. I have to go to FEMA today and get the requisite shots for tetnus, hep A & B, and God only knows what else. Around 8:00 PM we had to depart due to the curfew, so we dropped off all our donated relief supplies (thank you friends in Memphis!) at the Waveland police station, which is now just a series
of blue tarps stretched over stacked boxes of canned goods, bottled water, potato chips, diapers, and medicine. A loan red kitten played in the lap of a crew cut officer who kept saying how much he hated cats. I pretended not to notice the tears in his eyes as he gently stroked it's ragged fur. It was obvious that this kitten was DEFINATELY going home with him. They desperately need each other to heal, and I hope that they do. We finally headed down Hwy 90 and watched the pulsing blue lights of a cop car disappear into the blackness of the Mississippi night. We don't know where we're going, but we know it's not back there. Now please help a stranded family, donate canned goods or old clothes, and if you can, send a donation to a suitable charity such
as the Red Cross or Habitat for Humanity.
Thank You,
Richard Graham
Berimbau
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