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Time magazine assigned me to follow my nose to wherever the Hurricane Katrina story was. My initial inclination was to go to Gulfport, Miss., because that is where it looked like the storm was going to hit the hardest. When we (Jay Clendenin and I) got to Meridian, Miss., we had to make a decision. We were driving down Hwy. 59, head-to-head with Katrina, and there were bands of tornadoes that were flattening towns according to the news reports we were getting via cell phone and XM Radio. We went west on Hwy. 20 to Jackson from Meridian to avoid the tornadoes and to keep moving.
I went into New Orleans twice - the first time on board a Blackhawk transport with the Air National Guard on a night op; the second time with General Honore. Both times I was fortunate to be able to helo in, shoot for an extended period, and helo back out.
It is impossible to adequately capture my reactions by stills or video. The devastation stretched as far as the eye could see and farther than the mind could comprehend. The Antebellum mansions on the coast were reduced to rubble. Then, the despair of the people. It was a war zone, but it was in the U.S.A. Everywhere I went, it was the same. Hundreds of miles of destruction, and later, the smell.
The problem was that we both needed a shower badly and with no cell phone access in Gulfport, we were an hour away (headed east) when we finally reached my assistant to find out our options. So, I ended up filing from a hotel in Pensacola, Fla. I sent film out via FedEx on Thursday from Jackson, Miss., and filed the digital stuff back in Jackson for the current news.
I met the Kutos family on my first day in Gulfport. When I went back to the beach area where they were living four days later, I was surprised no one had come to take them to a shelter. When they asked me to please help them get to a shelter, it was just as the light was getting good, but how could I say no? So, I helped them into my truck and drove them to a shelter about 2 or 3 miles away. I promised them I'd call Ray's mother in North Carolina, but I couldn't get through. I had my assistant call them and she got them connected last I heard.
© Chris Usher
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