Michael G. Pappas, M. Div; Executive Director, San Francisco Interfaith
Given the San Francisco Interfaith Councilâ€™s (SFIC) extensive work in disaster preparedness, I felt that firsthand experience on the ground would be rewarding for myself and SFIC. My name was put on a waiting list for a Dickinson College student/alumni Katrina rebuild-mission trip to New Orleans and, this May, I got the call and went into action.
Flying above the Gulf Coast, the darkness of the oil-polluted waters from the recent uncontrollable BP spill was my welcome mat to New Orleans. For the duration of the stay, newspaper front pages were dominated by stories of the spill and frustration at the slow and ineffective response.
From May 24-29th, home was NOLAâ€™s Trinity Methodist Church. Post Katrina, this water-damaged religious facility was converted into a recovery station. The sanctuary, filled with building supplies, became a makeshift Home Depot. Classrooms were crammed with bunk beds and the kitchen became ground zero for chow and fellowship.
Three teams of nine, each led by a â€œBonnerâ€ Student Leader, were assigned cooking and cleanup duty and were the cogs that made life in this spartan setting work. Participants brought their own mess kits and an assigned kitchen supply, so as to minimize unnecessary refuse. Vans driven in from Dickinson carted teams to and from the jobsites.Â
Rising with the chickens, after a quick breakfast, we made sack lunches then loaded coolers and building supplies onto the vans. Thanks to the portable GPS we were able to reach our destinations. With the common bond of our alma mater, we put the best that Dickinson taught us into action.
Team spirit emerged organically and instantaneously. What we lacked in construction experience, we compensated in zeal, creativity and sweat! The roller coaster days spanned from watching paint dry to surges of energy, as seemingly impossible time sensitive tasks demanded every bit of adrenaline we could muster. Â Trying to conquer the logistics and execution of dry-walling a small bathroom, exercising muscles I didnâ€™t know I had and inhaling work dust, were all firsts for this neophyte â€œBob the Builder!â€
What kept us grounded and on track was interaction with the homeowners and neighbors. Their remarkable stories of perseverance five years after Katrina, living in these flood-damaged dwellings without working plumbing and electricity, losing loved ones and community, was the sobering reality which recalled us to our mission. Intermittently, children would appear wanting to help or distract us from the tasks at hand with invitations to toss a football. Elderly neighbors, sympathetic with our heat fatigue would offer cold bottles of water. All the time, these Katrina victims never lost hope or humor.
Our routine wrapped up after dinner in the sanctuary with reflections of the dayâ€™s highs and lows. Â Itâ€™s been 27 years since graduating from Dickinson. With that perspective I was amazed at the intellectual caliber, social conscience, and selfless desire to serve engrained in the undergrads I dubbed, â€œBright Young Things.â€ An unexpected surprise was meeting four alums from San Francisco, whoâ€™ve become instant chums.
In addition to the workdays, we spent our last afternoon touring the hardest hit â€œLower 9th Ward.â€ Perched on the site of the levy break and looking at the slabs where humble homes once stood before being washed away, countless folk had waited for rescue on top roofs, and numerous lives had perished, I could not help but feel that I was standing on sacred ground. The few Brad Pitt â€œMake It Right Foundationâ€ eco-friendly homes, slow to rise, made one wonder if the rest of the country had all but forgotten about the plight of these struggling souls.
Greatest hope came when hearing from a â€œTeach For Americaâ€ faculty member, who walked us through the labyrinth of module classrooms at the nearby G.W. Carver High School. It was then and there that the resilience of NOLA teachers and students became most apparent.
No trip to NOLA is complete without wandering the French Quarter and taking a trolley ride through the Garden District. Strangely, visiting those places, seemingly unharmed by Katrina, was a stark reminder of the racial and economic inequity of New Orleans. The opening lines of the Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities, â€œIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times,â€ seemed best to characterize that demographic divide.
As my plane touched down at SFO, I wondered whether we San Franciscans, living at the precipice of an earthquake, would endure a like disaster with the fortitude, patience and grace of the folk Iâ€™d met in New Orleans. If nothing else, this trip inspired hope in the potential of the human spirit to meet any challenge. Likewise, as in other philanthropic endeavors, this well-intentioned volunteer left enriched and touched by the souls he came to help.
Michael G. Pappas, M.Div. is the Executive Director of the San Francisco Interfaith Council and member of the San Francisco Office of Civic Engagementâ€™s Complete Count Committee.ï»¿