Sept 2, 2005
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This is what Baton Rouge has become -- a sea of strangers. They are former renters in aluminum frame cots alongside former homeowners laid out in blankets and sleeping bags on the floor of the convention center-turned-refugee shelter.
Unlike the homes they left behind in Plaquemines, St. Bernard and Orleans parishes in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, the shelter is dry and air conditioned. But that's where the similarities end.
This isn't about comfort, and it isn't about home. It's about survival, existence and waiting day after day for a hopeful answer to the question "What's next?"
The shelter is awash in noise, a constant droning of New Orleans-accented voices occasionally interrupted by various announcements: "All dialysis patients, please go to the nurses' station," or "Jeff Schnoor, you are wanted at the main entrance."
Some sleep. Others watch television hoping to see footage of where their homes used to be. Most of the refugees have succumbed to a condition of eerie, resigned calm. Their eyes are locked in a Katrina-induced stare as they do the only thing they know to do -- wait.
http://www.shreveporttimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050902/NEWS01/509020347/1060/NEWS01The disaster is the story but BushCo would rather turn us again these people in their time of need.