The 9th Ward continues to amaze. Molly Buckman, our fearless leader and graduating 3L, played Mother Hen to a three-vehicle caravan of Dayton Law students and friends for a …well, now I’m stuck for the right word. “Touring” seems like something one does in France or through bucolic fields. “Gazing” makes one thing of celestial bodies. “Gawking” or “rubbernecking” is what people do when they get to that spot in the free way that backed up traffic. Ah, there’s the word. Humbling. Molly took us for a humbling.
Let’s face it. We are the privileged few. We made it to law school, some us are within sniffing distance of the finish line. Some of us come from money; some of us have worked hard to overcome the curveballs thrown at us our whole lives. But today, we were reminded how easy it can come to end. Some of the hardiest of the group walked through some of the houses. “I couldn’t do it. I was already crying, just looking at the damage. They said there clothes still hanging in closets, stuff people couldn’t take with them when it happened. And the clothes are still hanging there, ruined for sure, but still there,” said Ashley Russell.
Let’s face it. We are the privileged few. We made it to law school, some us are within sniffing distance of the finish line. Some of us come from money; some of us have worked hard to overcome the curveballs thrown at us our whole lives. But today, we were reminded how easy it can come to end. Some of the hardiest of the group walked through some of the houses. “I couldn’t do it. I was already crying, just looking at the damage. They said there clothes still hanging in closets, stuff people couldn’t take with them when it happened. And the clothes are still hanging there, ruined for sure, but still there,” said Ashley Russell.
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