Leaving our worksites yesterday, covered in dust and with globs of joint compound stuck in our hair, we looked out at the many boarded-up homes still in need of repair. When would these families be back? How long would it take to rebuild this community? It seemed overwhelming. No one spoke as we solemnly sat in the van leaving the Lower Ninth Ward.
As we turned a corner we started to hear a low thumping noise. Still closer, we realized it was a bass drum and that trumpets had joined in. Up ahead the Martin Luther King Charter School Marching Band was making its way down the road blaring out the refrain from “Louie Louie.” Goosebumps ran up and down our arms as we watched them proudly march down the avenue playing for the many families and neighbors that lined the street. What seemed overwhelming only moments ago, was replaced with a sense that, whatever it takes, this work has to get done for the future generations of New Orleans.
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