Disaster Collectivism Post-Hurricane Ida
The Friday before hurricane Ida hit, my family, aside from my brother and dad, evacuated last minute. My nephew was still on oxygen, so I knew my mom and sister-in-law would have a hard time with his equipment with just them two. I was pretty resistant to leaving just because I wanted to stay back and get as much studying done as I could. Plus, having been born and raised in New Orleans, I figured I would be fine because there was no way it would be worse than Katrina, right? I ended up going anyway just to lighten the stress load off of my sister-in-law and mom but also since my brother stayed back I knew he felt more comfortable with me going. I quickly threw some random clothes in a bag since we were leaving for “just a few days”. I soon realized that was not the case, but was very thankful I evacuated with my family. After a few days, every person we met in line, in the elevator, etc. was an evacuee. Each person was just as concerned as the next, asking about what damages my fami