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CENTER FOR THE STUDY OF SOUTHERN CULTURE • FALL 2005
THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSISSIPPI
Katrina
David Wharton
n ominous foreboding settled upon many of us who live near the Gulf Coast during the last weekend of August. We knew that Hurricane Katrina was out there, stoking its power on the warm Gulf waters, as hurricane forecasters warned that it could be an unprecedented force of hurricane destruction for the United States. And so it was. The Category 4 Katrina blasted ashore in south Mississippi, leveling buildings blocks inland. The storm surge blew away houses that had survived Mississippi’s greatest previous storm, the Category 5 Camille, in 1969. New Orleans did not take the direct blow that had been
Algiers Ferry, New Orleans, Louisiana
feared by its residents, but the next day disaster of a different nature hit—the levees broke and the city flooded. Like most Americans, those of us in Mississippi were transfixed with the news, watching on cable television the agonizing scenes of suffering people unable to escape the rising waters in N ew Orleans. We listened to Mississippi Public Broadcasting’s coverage that gradually revealed, in the words of officials tending the storm victims, just how awfully the state’s coastal communities had been hit. Oxford experienced pounding rains, howling winds, and power outages but nothing like the rest of the state. The experience of the storm’s effects this far
inland connected us, though, to those on the Coast. Jackson, 150 miles from the Coast, was hit hard. Katrina blew with Category 1 winds by the time it reached there, causing extended power outages and physical damage. Hattiesburg, 90 miles southeast of Jackson, suffered massive numbers of downed trees, roof damage, and power outages that lasted weeks. Gasoline shortages soon appeared, making travel difficult. Inevitably, those of us at the Center and in Oxford began fearing for family and friends, and we exchanged stories. My assistant Sally’s parents were trapped in their attic in Gulfport during the storm, feeling its frightening power. I worried about many friends of mine in New Orleans. Two of them, Barbara and Jerry, finally called days later from Barbara’s mother’s home in Baker, Louisiana, to say they had escaped but feared for their house and were unsure of their immediate future. One former student, Dannal, was away from New Orleans, but suffered some damage at her home. I saw other former students, Scott and Ursula, at a coffee shop in Oxford one morning, evacuees who had just bought a house a month before in New Orleans but now were here to wait. Communities across the nation sheltered such evacuees, and Oxford soon had between 2,000–3,000 new residents, at least temporarily. The (continued on page 3)