New Orleans--and the South as a whole--was a whole different world in many ways. Sure, so essentially almost all of the things we had planned were "destroyed" and warped into randomness... but the action that was done with that--the attitude of "rollin' with the punches" is what made those last-minute decisions and that randomness beautiful.
There is so much in the South that we must become aware of. On the way down, after getting out for a half-hour stretch break from the Greyhound bus, some friends and I did a little exploring of Jackson, Mississippi. We ended up having a conversation with two people of the community who were born and raised in Jackson and who still inhabited the area. My friends and I were in awe when these people answered our questions of "what happened to the homes and stores here;" "where are the jobs;" "where do people live if all of the buildings have been ransacked, looted and destroyed??"...
Many places in the SOuth are just simply ignored and not talked about because of different, corrupt agendas
almost 20-some hours later our group of the Pedalers for Peace was in New Orleans, LA...
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