We reach the lower ninth ward after crossing an industrial-era bridge, rusty red and immersed in gloom. Whereas other parts of New Orleans are mostly rebuilt aside from the occasional boarded up reminder, the lower ninth ward is still haunted by Katrina. For every rebuilt home, there are two empty skeletons of homes. Empty window frames stare out; homes lean sideways; demolished wood piles line the streets...four years later.
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