Yesterday we arrived in Houma at the First United Methodist Church. After settling in and claiming our respective futons, we enjoyed the plethora of recreational activities at the church. There is a rec room with pool and ping pong and such and also a gym with a basketball court. Overall, we spent the afternoon bringing out the 12-year-old in all of us.
This morning was all business, however. We had a 7:15 wake-up in order to leave at 8 and arrive in Dulac by 9am, at which time we met some of the people at the Dulac Community Center, which we will be staying at from Saturday until our departure on Wednesday.
Being in Dulac was a complete shock. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen. Yes, New Orleans had its areas that have still not recovered from Katrina and it was hard to see them, but Dulac is still freshly devastated from Gustav and Ike and it was quite apparent. Driving through the small bayou town that is inhabited 80% by the Houma Indians or their descendants, it was rare to see a house that seemed what we would consider in liveable condition.
My group went to gut a house today. It was almost morbid tearing this man’s house apart. We literally took crow bars to his walls and threw away what seemed like years of memories. I was astonished that the homeowner, Terry, seemed so nonchalant about having to tear everything out of his home.
Terry is a fisherman, as are most of the residents of Dulac, so their income during the year is quite variable. Terry told us that in the winters they don’t really work but rather make repairs on their boats and simply prepare for shrimp season. In this way, there is no real source of income during this time. In addition, seeing as the economy is the way it is, the poverty in the area is quite high, which is apparent in the condition it is currently in.
I think today was hard because, while in New Orleans it felt like we were rebuilding but it felt like today we were destroying someone’s house. It was a little depressing for me and also the entire group. I think when we were finished, we were a bit eager to go out and help so many more people needing our help but there wasn’t much else for us to do the second half of the day. It was frustrating to want to be using every second of our time to help the community and feel like we just weren’t doing enough. The truth is that sometimes there isn’t enough organization or specific tasks to get done.
Hopefully this week will prove to help us learn more of this close-knit community and really make a difference in their lives. Until then…