Author: Shamus Rohn

I hope Mitch Landrieu does something for this city, or else God’s gonna wash it away. Welcome to office Mr. Landrieu, these are the words of a man squatting right downtown in the Central Business District (CBD) last week.  Despite battling bipolar disorder and the general...

The new 2010 census is coming up.  For those who don’t know this is the decennial process by which the U.S. government determines (1) how many people live in the U.S., and (2) how to properly apportion Congressional representatives to across the country.  The census...

I don’t understand this at all!! Why isn’t someone doing something to help???? Can you ask the Arc to help you? What can we as citizens do about this? I used to work with special needs kids and this is totally unacceptable to me. Above is...

“Uh, we’ve got a situation.”  These were Mike’s words just before noon as we were checking out an old factory building along the river.   We had been there before, knew the building, and – in an atypical move – allowed ourselves to get separated. I got...

Sitting on a sidewalk outside one of our emergency shelters, I’m trying to complete an intake packet on a man who tells me he’s been hospitalized in at least 40 hospitals for bipolar and major depressive disorder, including many suicidal episodes.  Tonight, though, he appears...

200 people are in the school HELP!  This is the graffiti I saw on top of a school building in a section of the 9th ward that flooded deeply. This graffiti looks little like the stylized wording of taggers, and more like the haphazard distress signs...

I’ve had some discussions about anger lately.  I am fortunate to have a lot of people in my life who care about me, and who check in with me to see how I’m doing periodically.  Often they ask how the job is affecting me –...

We met a woman last night, probably in her 50s, sitting on the front stoop of an abandoned building in Central City, widely considered one of the most dangerous parts of New Orleans.  We work in Central City a lot, because dangerous places tend to...

I see the orange glow of a cigarette through the blackness of an open doorway.  I realize we’re being watched long before we meet whoever it is we're looking for.  Instinctively, I shine the doorway with my flashlight and leave it on just long enough...

We’re not in the habit of responding to each other’s blog posts, but Mike’s last post warrants a response on two levels.   First, Mike didn’t so mildly exercise his 1stAmendment right as he states. (Though I must admit I’m glad his mention of it indicates he knows...

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