I haven’t written about Irma or, more recently, Hurricane Maria. I haven’t written about the devastation in Puerto Rico because I have no special insights, no suggestions of use. Like any of us who are far away and have only what we see on TV, online or in print, I stare at the images of devastation and have no idea what to do.
I ask myself: In the aftermath of Hurricane Maria, what can we do? What can I do?
Beyond giving what I can to the Red Cross or other legitimate organizations, I can’t even begin to conceive of the extent of disaster recovery that lies ahead.
I have written for years — albeit off and on — about the enormity of starting over, largely from the standpoint of doing so after a different sort of devastation — the death of a life partner or more commonly, a difficult divorce; loss of job and / or home; the sort of shift from family life to empty nest, requiring us to rebuild a life cut off from former associations with our kids’ schools, extended families, and so on.
I write about starting over from an age beyond our “youthful” idealism, our peak physical strength, and our most marketable stage relative to jobs or careers.
What faces those in Puerto Rico looms at a scale beyond anything I can conceive of, and anything I’ve written of, and anything I’ve ever experienced personally — people scrambling for water, food, medicine; people without cash in a society where power is out and credit cards are of little or no use, where there is no roof, no bed, no means to get in a car to reach a friend, no means to communicate to know if your friend — or your family member — is doing alright.
As I’ve read the stories, watched the news, looked at the images, I found myself wishing that I had a private plane at my disposal that I could dispatch with water and Tylenol and baby food! A silly thought, I suppose.
Then I remembered Trump’s fancy 757 that holds more than 200 people (but with its current (or 2016) configuration is designed for roughly 40). I thought of his smaller Cessna, a corporate jet, that might be easier to fly in and out of challenging airfields. And I wondered… Couldn’t he dispatch his “personal” aircraft to do whatever they could, to transport or airdrop necessary goods into the island, just as celebrities have been doing?
And what about the other exceptionally wealthy individuals in the upper echelons of this administration? In the wake of news regarding misuse of private aircraft on the part of certain Cabinet members — you and I pick up the tab for that — and the fact that two (I believe) Cabinet members have their own private planes, again I wonder… Couldn’t they lend their aircraft for a week’s worth of humanitarian aid?
Perhaps they are, and we don’t know it. Perhaps it’s a ridiculous idea, especially given the absence of air traffic control. But others are doing it. That’s as much as I know.
I found myself wishing I was younger, stronger, “freer” to jump on a plane myself and just go do something useful — anything I could to help — fill every piece of luggage I own with small portable solar lights, so even a few dozen people would have the hopefulness that comes from being able to see your way at night; pack jars of baby food and bottles of water; help make or distribute sandwiches on arriving; participate in a human chain to unload goods from stalled cargo containers, if that’s what’s necessary. Instead, my reality is my inability to help in any of these ways, and only to pledge what I can financially, which I have, designate the donation as being for Maria, and hope it is well used.
Other than that, all I can do is throw together a few words to remind us — all of us — that these are Americans facing an extended period of disaster recovery. Even that seems woefully inadequate.
It’s interesting to note the memories that flood back at certain times. The word “disaster” recently triggered a very specific recollection of an incident in my childhood. I’m guessing I was nine, maybe 10 years old. A friend’s house burned down. She lived a few blocks away. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but she and her parents and siblings were suddenly homeless, sifting through ashes and debris to salvage what they could, which wasn’t much as I remember it. But it wasn’t long before the community rallied round and helped in every way conceivable to get them back on their feet.
I can’t imagine the pain of that time for them, now, as an adult. I can’t imagine what that’s like, multiplied literally millions of times over, though it was rain and wind that dealt the devastation of Maria.
Sometimes, we struggle more when the numbers of those affected are larger; the scale of a disaster can render its humanity more difficult to grasp, to feel, to experience.
Naturally, the emotional ripple effects are secondary when everything is about bare knuckles survival. May we all be able to lend our support any way we can to the people of Puerto Rico, still in so much need, still in so much danger, and in the coming months for those who will need our solace, welcome in our communities, and simply put — our time, our patience, our compassion.
I welcome your thoughts.
Link to Red Cross Donations page, here.
lisa says
Irma, Harvey, Maria….raging wildfires and earthquakes….senseless violence (i.e. Las Vegas). There’s nothing like a disaster of epic proportions to cause us to realign our priorities and realize what is truly important at the very core of life. We feel helpless when we see the images. It’s so hard to know what organizations to give to…especially when reports of those “trusted” relief organizations are, perhaps, less than truthful about how much money actually gets to those who need it.
I can’t even imagine what life will be like in the coming months and years for those affected by the hurricanes in the Caribbean while utilities are restored. And the devastation from the wildfires and earthquakes have taken so much from those areas as well. One thing is for sure, help will be needed long after the memory of these disasters have faded from most of our memories. Those affected are starting over in the most literal sense of the word. While it’s possible to function in pre-technology situations, we’ve all become so dependent on modern conveniences (think cell phones, cars, computers, Internet, air conditioning(!)…even electricity, that it’s pretty inconceivable that any culture can survive without these things that we sometimes think we’re entitled to have. But survive it will….because the alternative is simply not an option. I hope and pray help will continue to be provided for years to come, and we all will refocus our own priorities on what matters most in the face of losing it all in the blink of an eye. A sobering thought, for sure.
TD says
D.A.,
I enjoyed reading your essay. Your guided imagery of Jet-in-the-Sky distributing food, water, and pain relievers must have come to you in a night dream as a way of coping! I loved it!
Oddly enough, when I was 8 yo my neighbors home, and best friend, also had a house fire in the kitchen up through to the attack in the middle of the night as I was in the bedroom right next to it, and managed to sleep right through all the fire engines putting it out. I have no actual memory of how horrible other than seeing the burnt home of my friend and wondering where they were and what happened. Odd huh that we had a similar experience around the same age.
Tonight as I watched the news on tv seeing David Muir’s report seemed realistic to me as being a Harvey Hurricane survivor these are the kinds of situations I witnessed.
—World News Tonight on Twitter: “Nearly two weeks after the hurricane, @DavidMuir visits hard-hit Puerto Rico as survivors are desperately seeking help —
(see video on twitter @DavidMuir)
And also seeing Trump’s report, I thought I must be watching a SNL skit.
—CNN.com
Trump took time to visit with survivors and help disseminate supplies — by throwing paper towels into the crowd
Trump tosses paper towels into the Puerto Rico crowd— (see CNN video)
But then, no, I think it was live news.(Not a SNL skit at all). I was a bit confused at first. Why would a paper towel roll be a necessary item at this critical point of the relief effort? Perhaps toilet paper might be more helpful. Yet, for my Harvey experience, electric power, cell communications, tv, generators, food such as bread, crackers, cheese, precooked sausage meat, nuts, fruits and fresh salad veggies, and Godiva chocolate were top on my list! But yes, I was glad I had TP even though there was no running water to flush the toilet, but never did I wish for a roll of paper towels!!
Today’s news made me wonder if Trump actually got out into where the devastation issues of the people struggling were. Did Trump actually see the full story; the bigger picture of the devastation? I don’t know. It appeared to be more of a party.
Cheers, TD