August 31st, 2008 | people I know
Siege’s occasional diary of his people’s recovery from Katrina never fails to give me a chest pain. Three years on, in the teeth of Gustav, he’s posted a new instalment:
Russell had nineteen brothers and sisters, in a family poorer even than mine. Now he lives in a FEMA trailer on an abandoned lot with two dogs, a bunch of Katrina junk, a statue of the Virgin Mary he hand painted, and an old school bus backed up to a canal cruised by alligators, which he fishes out of for meals. His sister was murdered in New Orleans last week.