I feel self-conscious writing this, as it feels awfully indulgent given what else is going on in New York, but please bear with me as I recount my personal tale of two cities, prompted by trying to do something useful in the aftermath of Storm Sandy. There’s certainly no such thing as a universal experience in an event like this, so this is just one story and some thoughts on the last week in NYC.
Resolving to do *something* to help after it was clear that the problems of a power-free New York weren’t limited to mere inconvenience, I ended up picking up on a tweet sent my way. Gene Moy, someone I follow but have never met, sent word of an old people’s home in Chinatown in need of help. The director of development there confirmed this was so and we exchanged a few emails about what would actually be useful. So now I had a task. It involved relying on the generosity of many strangers.
Local stores donated supplies without question. It led me to joke with my current house guest, a refugee from Manhattan herself, that going around collecting donations would be an excellent way to stock up my own cupboards. Not a very charitable thought, granted, but there are always some people looking to take advantage of a situation. I certainly had no way to *prove* that I was being a good citizen and that these donations would go to a good place, aside from talking to those in stores I go to all the time. For some reason, that felt like a good way to persuade people I was on the up and up.
Then to Zipcar. I had considered cycling over to Manhattan, but by now I had a decent amount of supplies, so I figured I’d chance the three-person-per-car rule and make the trip over the bridge from my home in Brooklyn. I’d either find people en route, I reckoned, or perhaps showing a carful of supplies would soften the heart of a bridge-blocker.
It didn’t. My imagined orderly lines of carpoolers never materialized, so before I knew where I was, I was being turned away from the bridge. “Do you know the way to Red Hook?” I asked the policeman, thinking that perhaps I could repurpose my supplies to a badly-affected neighborhood in Brooklyn. “No idea. And the traffic’s terrible,” came the reply. He was right. So now I was in a bit of a bind. Not wanting to go home with all my supplies and not much fancying the idea of driving around Brooklyn in the vague hope of finding a disaster zone (and thus contributing to the emissions the car was already pumping into the atmosphere) I instead turned into the Mobil gas station right by the bridge, turned off the engine, and threw myself on the mercy of Twitter.
Turned back at bridge despite car full of supplies. Looking for 2 people to go on a joyride to Manhattan
— Helen Walters (@HelenWalters) November 1, 2012
Within seconds, my feed went bananas as people spread word far and wide through their communities. Really, it was amazing. And then, also within seconds, I had an answer. Replied one Dustin M. Slaughter:
— Dustin M. Slaughter (@DustinSlaughter) November 1, 2012
They weren’t lying. Before too long, up ambled two guys I’d never met, who’d been tracking the storm and Twitter from Dumbo. We shook hands, we got in the car, I warned them that I’m a terrible driver, they didn’t seem perturbed, and off we went.
With native New Yorker @subverzo navigating, we made it to Chinatown just as it got dark. Driving through a traffic light-free neighborhood, it felt like we’d stumbled into a post-apocalyptic hinterland, with the dark figures of cyclists occasionally flickering by like bats. Bonus: trying to find the home turned out to be easy in a dark, empty Manhattan where driving the wrong way down a one-way street (slowly) had zero implications.
We dropped off our supplies at a building being guarded by the most cheerful caretakers imaginable, who were effusive in their thanks as they guided us by flashlight to plonk our water and food down next to the ping pong table. “Be careful out there,” warned Manny, who took a moment to give a speech in our honor. “We’ve heard that kids are taking cars and driving them fast.” We took that in and then we all beamed at one other, I think I might have bowed (I get easily confused) and then my new companions and I headed out, on a slow, eerie drive through a deserted Manhattan.
I’ve lived in New York for ten years, and I figure I know it pretty well, but I met a different city that night. It felt like we were driving through a deserted filmset of the city, with occasional flashes of brightly lit scenes of workers sweeping away water or groups of police gathered around a van or marshals guiding traffic with glowsticks. Into the Financial District and a whole new story, as the trees in Zuccotti Park shone with fairylights, some of the buildings clearly had access to generators and the traffic lights were working (causing me to have to rethink my alarmingly-quickly-learned habit of ignoring them all.) We walked down to Ground Zero to observe people hard at work, with the Goldman Sachs building like a beacon in the distance. (Of course it’s great that any building should have its emergency generator working, but as my new companion @subverzo put it: "Damn, Goldman Sachs, do you really need to have EVERY light on?") I like my new friends and I like the instant cameraderie we have forged. We actually don’t talk much about ourselves, but just get on with the job of looking around us and exchanging the occasional "whoa" at what we’re seeing.
And that’s my story. We drive back along dark Canal Street, monitored by those flashlight-wielding workers. We head back over the bridge and I drop my two intrepid explorers back in Dumbo. To them and to all those who contributed in any way to this experience (including those on Twitter urging on with support and ideas) I thank you; it was an honor. We often complain of the alienating nature of technology, but in this instance it acted as pure connector. There is much still to be done; these days post-storm—when the adrenaline has ebbed but the reality is still sinking in—will continue to prove a real challenge for so many. But I loved this part of the story, and I’m glad that the virtual became the real-world for a few hours.
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