Last Tuesday, Mr. Lowney lead us up to San Francisco to the Clay Theatre where we were fortunate enough to watch Spike Lee's documentary on Hurricane Katrina.
We were asked at one point to consider what we would say if we had to choose one word to describe the misfortune and experience of those affected by the hurricane. I chose "desperation." I figured this was appopriate after watching the film. I had barely seen any footage of the wreck before this, and I was overwhelmed with the hardships these poor families faced.
I cannot imagine having everything torn out of my life, especially the people that I love most. I cannot imagine not being able to say goodbye to my grandma, grandpa, cousins, sisters, brother, or parents. The scene that hit me the hardest was when the film showed the mother at her daughter's funeral. It's not supposed to go like that. You are not supposed to bury your daughter. I find it horrible that this poor mother was not even given the chance to say goodbye.
The victims of this awful hurricane can't put it into words what they went through; it was undescribable. Homes, businesses, and families were destroyed. Lives were destroyed.
The fortunate part of this film showed us that the spirit of New Orleans still lives on with the people. They celebrate Mardi Gras with thankfulness to be there, and the men who travel with their band show that the spirit continues.
Thanks Lowney for giving us this oppurtunity.
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