Butterfly Cauldron

Thursday, August 10, 2006

This story actually made me cry at work today

This one hits a little too close to home. I worked through Hurricane Katrina. All day long, from before dawn until late afternoon, I manned our paper's Web site, posting constant updates. Photographs, stories, an ever increasing list of the damage. I remember the horror I felt when I started getting the photos of the extent of the damage. They started coming in around 9 a.m., I think. At first there were just a few of them, then the deluge started. Entire buildings reduced to rubble. Sky shots showing water up to the overpasses, over the tops of houses. Pictures of people wading through water up to their chest, some barely able to keep their noses above water. People sitting on the tops of houses, waving frantically for help. Holding up hastily made signs. Save Us. Help Us.

And that was the first day. The day before we realized the levees had broken and things were getting worse. The day before. And for the next two weeks, that's all I did. All I felt and saw and breathed and lived was that horror of people trapped and abandoned and dying. We sent reporters and photographers down into New Orleans in shifts, so they wouldn't get too worn out. And still...even though we had distance, it was crippling. Our town was overrun with evacuees, resources were stretched thin, they filled up coliseums and football stadiums and high schools and theatres. Anywhere we could put them, we did. And we didn't have enough room for them all, so we had to send them on further north.

If I had had to walk through New Orleans itself, if I had had to confront the destruction eye-to-eye? I think I'd have done what this poor guy did, but much, much sooner.

NEW ORLEANS (AP) — Like many other New Orleanians nearly a year after Hurricane Katrina, John McCusker was experiencing the overwhelming stress of rebuilding his life.

McCusker, a photographer who was part of The Times-Picayune’s 2006 Pulitzer Prize-winning staff, was seen driving wildly through the city Tuesday, attracting the attention of police.

He eventually was arrested, but not before he was subdued with a Taser and an officer fired twice at his vehicle. During the melee, he begged police to kill him. One officer suffered minor injuries.

James Arey, commander of the police department’s SWAT negotiating team, said he can understand why McCusker seemingly snapped.

“There are all these things you’re trying to deal with in your own life — not enough insurance, family problems, your health problems,” said Arey, who already knew McCusker. “And then day in and day out, we get to see the wreckage of our city and people’s lives. It’s not easy to handle.”

Stress is keeping law enforcement officers in New Orleans and neighboring Jefferson Parish busy these days, as they answer many more calls than before the storm for domestic abuse, drunkenness and fights. Involuntary commitments to mental hospitals are up from last year, and suicides in Orleans Parish have tripled since Katrina.

What’s more, psychologists say the city’s mental health environment is likely to get worse as the anniversary of the Aug. 29 storm approaches, sparking post-traumatic trauma in those who suffered losses.

McCusker remained in the city during the storm and continued to document the unprecedented destruction — except for a leave of absence this summer — while dealing with the loss of his house and other personal problems.

On Tuesday, it seems, the pressure of post-Katrina life finally got to him.

McCusker, a Times-Picayune photographer for about 20 years, was being held for observation and had not been charged late Wednesday, police said.

“He’s a great guy, a great photographer and we’re all pulling for him,” said newspaper managing editor Peter Kovacs.

McCusker is mentioned in a feature on the city’s travails in the current issue of American Journalism Review, saying he went back to work June 20 after a monthlong leave.

During the leave, the article says, McCusker spent much of his time sleeping off exhaustion and attending therapy sessions three times a week. He told the magazine he’d essentially become nonfunctional.

“You have to understand the depth of the horror that the city was,” McCusker says in the article. “Tens of thousands of people on the freeways stranded. The children begging for food and water. The looting at the Wal-Mart. It was of biblical proportions.”

This marks an especially dangerous time for residents in areas still largely destroyed by Katrina, said Dr. Jessica Henderson Daniel, director of training and psychology at Children’s Hospital in Boston.

Daniel, in New Orleans for a convention of the American Psychological Association, said the storm’s anniversary will spark new feelings of loss and more emotional and physical stress.

“Sometimes the initial feelings of loss re-emerge, and sometimes they re-emerge with even greater strength than they had originally, Daniel said.

A key to survival, Daniel says, is to have a strategy to cope with the feelings.

“It’s important for people to anticipate a reaction and know that it’s normal and they’re not alone in their feelings,” she said.
Suicide rates in New Orleans have nearly tripled in the 11 months since the storm. Experts blame an epidemic of depression and post-traumatic stress that crosses all socio-economic lines.

Dr. Jeffrey Rouse, the deputy New Orleans coroner who handles psychiatric cases, estimates the annual suicide rate was less than nine per 100,000 residents before the storm. It’s since increased to more than 26 per 100,000, he said.

Along with the general stress, there are more people with chronic mental illness not getting medication in the area now, Arey said. There’s also far less professional help for them.

The city’s crisis intervention unit at Charity Hospital — the primary center for such emergency treatment before the storm — has been closed since Katrina. That limits the options for police after they pick up someone in need of psychological help.
“There’s almost no psychiatric services in Orleans Parish now,” Arey said.


Remember us, because this isn't even close to over. If you believe, pray for us or chant or light candles or whatever happens to be meaningful to you. It's easy to forget about us. We're not in the news anymore. There are new wars and new deaths and new tragedies. Goddess knows, I write about them enough. But we're still here and we're still hurting and we still need help.

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posted by Zan at 7:37 PM

2 Comments:

Zan,
You are in my thoughts daily. I only visited New Orleans twice, when I was ten and again eleven and only overnight on my way elsewhere, but it was the most beautiful and friendly city.
That Katrina was allowed to destroy so much was a crime. That the feds haven't been in there and cleaned it all up and gotten all of the people home is a crime.

12:58 PM  

I love New Orleans. There really is/was no place like it in the world. So old and mixed and graceful and complicated and joyful. I liked that you could go into the Quarter and find a slice of absolutely anything you were looking for. I even liked that Bourbon Street was right in the middle of the tourist mecca, so parents had to really watch their kids or they'd be staring at the pix of naked dancers on some of the shops windows. New Orleans was throughly debauched and strangely comfortable at the same time. I remember wandering the Quarter with friends at night and watching the drag queens. And during the day, we'd rummage through the French Market for whatever caught our eyes. Then we'd hang out and listen to the band--because there was always a band playing--in the street. And I know people talk about New Orleans being crime-ridden, but I never felt any sense of danger there and no one ever tired to hurt me.

The only "good" thing I can say about this whole mess is that the Republicans have effectively lost Louisiana for the foreseeable future. The amount of anger here is unbelievable. There'sa reason Bush doesn't come visit often and it's not that he's the Idiot Son of an Asshole.

6:00 PM  

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