Coney Island (with United Way) Sandy Relief trip - lessons and take aways
To those who asked and want to help, visit “NYC Service - Volunteer in New York City” where they are organizing emergency response services. http://www.nycservice.org/
That is where I found out about United Way Coney Island effort. The neighborhood which still doesn’t have public transportation access (hence fewer volunteers), but was one of the hardest hit, is Far Rockaway.
This is what I learned about yesterday, the trip to Coney island with and the effort that was underway:
What to expect (area and surroundings):
1. Lots of people who are willing to help congregating at the same place. Well-meaning, roll-up-the-sleeves kind of people.
2. Truthfully speaking I went into this experience thinking that I will be unsafe, hence didn’t wear earrings nor rings. Untrue! The real reason not to flash your valuables is out of sheer respect. You will be in post-disaster area, where residents are walking around, between rescue stations, procuring food packs and diaper bags for their children. Not being over the top is key in my opinion.
3. Expect lower than optimal organization. This is quite a new effort and needs and priorities of the residents are changing every day. The cell phone service and electricity are still not functional in most of the area, so coordination is a bit spotty. However, speaking up, raising concerns and being proactive are key. For example, United Way organizers didn’t have a loud speaker, so it helped to raise hands, speak up to pass the information towards the back of the crowd; or organize groups to cover every floor of high rise, etc. Over 80 people appeared at the meeting place yesterday (from every borough as far as the bronx and upper manhattan. Safety of volunteers was never compromised!
What to expect (People):
You are entering peoples lives, knocking on their doors and walking their hallways. We walked up, in some cases, 14 flights of stairs of the hardest hit project housing complex, situated right on the beach. This is doable! Flashlight and your group will get you through it. Be prepared for emission of musky odour when entering the lobby. Don’t make comments about it. People are entering that lobby on the way to their cold apartments every day, and may hear you. If your effort consists of knocking on doors of the dark hallways, remembering that some residents had unwelcome looters try to barge in the middle of the night. They may be startled and petrified upon hearing a knock on the door (especially the elderly). We left food and water by each door even if it remained closed for us.
What to expect (“get'er done”):
Don’t be fixated strictly on the mission (get to the 9th floor, get to the 9th floor) and the group directions, to miss an opportunity to stop and inquire if a resident needs assistance with lifting a cart to her floor (or in my case, also enlist local teenagers). This is a community that will remain there when you leave. My hope was to attempt to start conversations between residents and raise the level of concern about one another. Every door I knocked on I asked residents about their neighbors (are there any sick, immobile seniors, children on the floor, etc). If there were elderly present, I beseeched the able-bodied to check in on their immobile floor mates.
What I took away and what I learned:
The warm and electricity-filled Manhattan bubble quickly burst when I entered the area. It was overwhelming to see the National Guard and FEMA trucks outside. It can be also overwhelming to not be signed up with the organization and just “GO THERE” (like I tend to do other times in my life). However people need you and some are desperate for help. Your kind words and offers of food/water will not be turned down. Volunteers will always be mobilized with others who appear just like you. Of course, there is no need to act alone and enter apartment buildings on without a group to accompany you. My suggestion would be to mobilize with the clique of volunteers in the area OR sign up with one of the links I included above. Conducting basic research is also important, just to know which avenues and streets are organizing efforts. Helpful actions, no matter how small, can be extremely helpful and may stretch for longer than you can even imagine. Yesterday, as we were standing and waiting for provision delivery, a woman drove by, saw volunteers, and dropped off a box of sandwiches (fully expecting that we would lift them to the apartments). She didn’t have to get a flashlight and enter the puddled, smoky hallways, however her contribution was helpful as I brought the sandwich to an elderly woman in the higher floors of this apartment complex. Every effort is utilized!
Yesterday one of the ladies (who was Russian and incidentally turning 80) living on one of the top floors floors asked me about the phone charger for her ancient looking Samsung. Do I have one? I didn’t (there it was, I felt guilt because my iPhone had an extra battery pack that I could pop ON at any moment to allow me an extra boost). I walked through the area fully knowing that in 6 hours I would be on my way to the Upper West Side, heading towards a warm tea from Jackson Hole. I don’t know how many others feel this way or how they deal with it, but I learned a coping mechanism. Just like my interaction with the ER survivors, I walk out of the hospital (disaster area), reflecting on the past day, thinking about the ways I can spread the word and inspire others to do the same, and wonder what if I didn’t go in that day, the 80 year old woman in the public housing apartment building, floor 13 at the corner of Neptune and 33rd wouldn’t have the chance to call her helper in Brighton or her daughter in Florida to let them know she is ok and hasn’t been looted. Even if I connected with that one soul, it is enough for me to have come in and out.
Takeaways: Walk the area, learn of the efforts, don’t assume anything, speak up to passersby about which street corners have supplies, food and medicine trucks (people don’t have working phones, social media and don’t know which areas are bursting with relief workers), people will not give you trouble, I learned that residents will engage in conversation with you, ask you questions, human curiosity prevails.
Human spirit is alive, those living in most desperate post-hurricane conditions have hope, dignity and are not victims. You are privileged to enter their world.
My last anecdote which will stay with me for a while involves a young woman in line at the Red Cross truck. As she stood there waiting to receive medical supplies, one of her friends walked by, wearing a dust mask - he was cleaning one of the demolished buildings. She yelled out to him “Hey! HEY, Ted! Are you getting paid for this!? Where do I sign up!?” Why did this especially affected me? Why didn’t she offer to volunteer to help with the cleaning effort, like a good Samaritan? In my opinion, people want to help yes (and she could have volunteered), but they also want to earn money to get any sort of relief for their families. And unfortunately in that area there are no intact businesses remaining. Most of the small businesses are affected and closed. There is hardly transportation out of Coney. In addition, if one gets a job outside, returning home in the dark is not optimal, and dangerous. There is no win-win until those affected receive the support. They can’t be forgotten.
The kind of magical way that criticism has helped me is that that’s another thing that I put into my music. I ended up writing a song called ‘Mean’ about that experience, and about this one particular guy who would not get off my case about it. To stand up at the Grammys two years later, to sing that song and get a standing ovation for it, and to win two Grammys for that particular song, I think was the most gratifying experience I’ve ever had in my life.
Virkelig smuk by (hvis man ikke har gættet det endnu xD )
Da jeg havde gjort mig klar i morges spurte Simon om jeg ville have det de andre fik til morgenmad, vidste ikke hvad det var så jeg tænkte hvorfor ikke, det var så, ja, havregrød xD men medd honning, kanel og friske bær så det smagte godt nok ^^
Jeg løb ud af døren for at mødes med Svenja, en tysk au pair, så vi sammen kunne gå til Claycate station. Hun skulle hvade hjulpet mig med at få et reailcard, men hun havde snakket med Inma, en spansk au pair, i går efter jeg var gået i seng og hun kunne tage to voksne med på hendes kort for en billigere pris, fordi hun er over 25, så jeg fik en hel dags billet for £8 ca.
Vi tog til Waterloo station og gik hen til London Eye (det store Pariserhjul) og så på jule market de har der, Southbank Christmas Market. Det var også deromkring jeg fandt ud af at mit memorycard til mit kamera sad i min computer og ikke i mit kamera ^^’ oh..
da vi havde set julemarkedet gik vi videre, fik set Big Ben og en masse andre skønne bygninger ^^ vi gik derefter til en anden undergrund og tog til Camden..!!
Wonderland!! jeg skal så meget bruge SÅ mange penge der xD
Det er London Street fashion, flere kæmpe markeder under broer, i gamle hestestalde. Der er en helt speciel atmosfære og så skøn alternativt ^^ og det er ikke fordi det er dyre end ‘normalt’ tøj, af det jeg gad tjekke priser på xD
Ved en 14 tiden fandt vi noget at spise, Svenja og mig tog os bare nogle stegte nudler med kylling i rød karry, dejlig varmt i støvregnen ^^
Da Inma havde købt en tjøje og vi forgæves havde prøvet at finde en café med plads tog vi videre, til.. øhm ^^’ ja fik jeg så aldrig fat i xD haha
Da vi kom op af supway'en sneede det!!! eller.. troede vi.. det var skum der skulle simulere sne xD en del af jule dekorationerne, men ja okay ^^
Jeg fandt en O2 og fik aktiveret mit kort til mobilen, kender dog stadig ikke mit nummer xD men skrev til Daniela så hun har det.
Fordi jeg skulle passe børnene kl 19 skulle vi finde en subway, dog var det kun en af de spanske au pairs, som jeg aldrig fik fat i hvad hed ^^’ , og mig der tog hjem, hun var træt og havde våde fødder. Hun fik vist mig Waterloo station da jeg overhovedet ikke var opmærksom i morges ^^
Jeg nåede hjem før Daniela og Simontog afsted til noget arrangement på Olivers skole.
Mens børnene så den britiske version af Vild med dans fik jeg noget mad og vaskede op. Da de så havde børstet tænder gik vi op for at lege da der ikke var tid til en film. De går stadig rundt og synger 'wow fantastic baby’ og 'bom shakalaka’ xD de fik danset og spillet bold til de var trættr og er nu lagt i seng på Olivers værelse ^^
lang skøn dag..
(se billeder her og video her)
As all of my favorite outfits, this one is a patchwork. Jewelry: handmade Ghanaian beads borrowed from my friend Chantal. Shoes (not pictured): mine. Dress: the Selma Gown by Yigal Azrouel from Rent the Runway.
I wore this to a ball last week–there’s something you don’t say every day. After scouring this Rent the Runway site for a dress, finding ones l liked, then realizing they were too expensive or already rented out, I finally ordered a silver gown that I wasn’t too crazy about but figured would work. Then, early in the week, I got a call from a sensitive-voiced woman who told me, “I’m sorry, Ifeanyi, but your dress has become unavailable. However, if you wouldn’t mind going to our website and picking any other dress, regardless of price, we’ll overnight it to you.” And I said, “Yeah… this is SO inconvenient, but… I guess I can pick another dress.”
That was when I found the first dress on the site that I was in love with. It wasn’t the Selma gown. I put the Selma gown down as an alternative, only for it to be the one the woman shipped to me. I didn’t really know my dress size–it’s been that long–but I guessed 8 or 10. The woman picked 10, and I worried, until the dress arrived, that it wouldn’t fit. And then it came, and it fit perfectly. You hear girls go on about the magic of a dress that fits. It’s for real, homie. It’s for real.
I really liked wearing the dress for a night and then sending it back. To my friend Victoria, who took this picture, I presented this philosophy: “Get a dress, have an adventure in the dress, move on to a new dress.” I don’t want to collect formal dresses. I don’t want to collect anything. Maybe it’s just because I’m in college, but I’m really seriously considering becoming an ascetic. A real ascetic, not just someone who doesn’t have a lot of stuff. It’s a feeling that’s been growing for a while. It feels like that time in middle school–slash, all of middle school–when I wanted to be punk rock. Or that time when I wanted to be a riot grrrl. Espouse the identity of a movement that I could wear like a pre-picked set of clothes. But seriously, I don’t want to be attached to things. I cleared out much of my closet this summer, though I still need to take the discarded clothes to Goodwill. I’m in the process of selling all my school books on YaleStation. Doing okay so far. Only sold five or so, but hey. And when I go abroad next semester, I want to be a lightfooted traveler. I’m aiming to take two suitcases, one half-empty. This is partly because I want to buy clothes in the place I’m living and disguise myself as a local, and also because I want room to bring gifts home, but mostly because I want to be a lightfooted traveler.
i don’t like it when my dad talks about my friends. it’s like he keeps pointing out who and who works at his office or something. or who and who is the best student and he keeps asking me about her.
i just feel. UGH. STOP BAH. i don’t like it. well, one thing is because maybe i don’t like them in the first place. or maybe because i don’t like it when he keeps talking about them - it’s like comparing me to them. i know i am no smart student so pleaseeeee. =(
and just leave my friends out of the conversation. once in a while it’s ok but why do you have to keep talking about them, or mentioning them more than once in a day? or at one time?
PLEASE! GIVE ME A BREAK!
and please don’t compare me with anyone else. please please please.
sometimes, it really is a much better world to live in when you shut up. =) thank you.
I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH I HATE IT SO MUCH