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...Wednesday, National Guardsmen went door to door, banging on mansions on historic St. Charles Street and shotgun shacks in Uptown, rousting the holdouts. TIME went along with a Louisiana narcotics officer as he led a team of Texas National Guardsmen and Michigan cops on a search-and-evacuate mission through postbellum homes gussied up by modern-day gentrifiers. "Police! Police! Open up," one officer yelled as another stood nervously in the street, holding his gun at the ready. They busted in the door on several clapboard homes after smelling something foul, fearing that bodies were inside. "One lady told...
...survivors are going quietly. "Why are they doing this?" demands Mario Holly, 32, who refused to leave behind his pit bull Irene until Guardsmen relented and took both aboard their huge halftrack truck. "I had enough food. I had enough water. I'm straight [meaning O.K.]," he says, dragging along a plastic bag of belongings. Robert Sanford, 62 and retired, sits on his porch in Uptown, drinking a soda and vowing to defy the evacuation order. "I don't need much," he says. "I got 12 gallons of water in the house. I got those Army meals they handing...
...rebuilding New Orleans is still a distant ambition at a time when merely cleaning it up remains a Sisyphean endeavor. The Guardsmen, flying above the city in their Black Hawks to rescue survivors, have seen what residents stranded without electricity could not--the utter devastation out east in St. Bernard and Plaquemines parishes, where the Gulf of Mexico has played no favorites, inundating millionaire McMansions and modest homes alike. In the middle of an intersection sits an abandoned wheelchair, water lapping at the handlebars, its occupant carried who knows where by the floodwaters. Cars line another roadway, their doors open...
Turhan F. Sarwar ’06 threw on an old Boy Scout shirt and fled from New Orleans to Jackson, Miss. and then to Baton Rouge, La. before returning home. National Guardsmen drove by, waving, as he photographed dead fish on dry streets. He ironically renamed his city Atlantis...
...slab of their house while she walked to my house to get a drink of water. When she returned looters had gotten them. Granted, my rifle was old, rusty and useless if a looter got too close, but from a distance I appeared lethal. A group of National Guardsmen tried to talk it away from me late last week, and I told them they could have it when they could pry it from my cold, dead hands. Strange how a storm changes...