Post Sandy


My baby sister Mikayla, equipped with flashlights.

By Daisha Perez

Before the storm hit my home town of Elizabeth,NJ I thought nothing of it; just a hurricane Irene repeat. But boy was I wrong! The “Super-storm” tore through the Northeast taking whatever its high speed winds could pick up, this included landmarks like the Jersey Shore and Atlantic City. My fear of the storms power grew with the images of the aftermath. Being without electricity for about 7 days I was ready to pull my hair out; all I did was eat and sleep. However, in the midst of the darkness I found time to spend with the people I value the most, my family. It had been about a month since I had visit home and I didn’t realize how much I really missed them until we were all sitting in the same dark room. Without any electricity we were forced to give each other our full attention without the interruption of television or internet. I began to think about what people did with their spare time before technology. Whistle? Harvest Fruits? Chase their tails? I couldn’t name one thing that stood out to me or that was relevant in my time.

After about 3 days in the dark i packed up all my wireless technologies and hiked to a friends house to recharge. I could not last without the tools I’d become so accustom to using on a daily basis. but all good thing eventually come to an end including charged batteries. I  had to get out of my home town and back into the city of lights. A two hour bus wait in the cold, followed by a three hour bus ride into the city left me drained but I headed straight into work and made up for all the productivity lost post Sandy.

My heart goes out to those who have lost their homes to a hurricane. But to those without power, imagine being without power for more than a week. what is your contingency plan in the event that you have no access to everyday technologies? Natural disasters are unpredictable. Are you prepared?


Sandy, You Did Me Dirty

It was the second morning after Hurricane Sandy had flooded my basement and seeped up through the floor boards of my apartment that I decided to flee Hoboken, which had been penned ‘the fishbowl’ in the local newspapers, due to its calamitous level of flooding. Downtown had become an underwater city of the Hudson River. Looking out my window onto Jefferson Street I was reminded of the Lazy River in Disney World that I used to float down when I was a little kid. I would be laying on a tube, slowly being pushed forward by the lazy current, and it would gross me out to see leaves, twigs, and sometimes bugs in the water that had fallen from the trees bordering the river. The flood on Jefferson Street carried trash bins, snapped tree branches, and other debris past my front steps to the connecting streets of Hoboken. Every street was a murky marred lazy river.


I was stranded alone and I grew restless; I had to leave my apartment and head to the next town over. It was interesting to see where my priorities were (as I had no idea when I could return to my apartment and when I did return, what I would be coming back to) when I packed my lipstick, laptop, and new shoes in my backpack and left my passport, social security card, and other important common sense essentials behind. Anyway, I suited up and headed out. I walked for about an hour in water above my knees to get to Jersey City. I had been in my apartment for two days without power or a working radio, so I had no idea what was going on when I saw the National Guard hauling mothers and their children into the back of large tent-topped trucks.


It was Wednesday morning and the sun was out, and everyone was outside. A devastating number were emptying their damaged homes onto the curbs already piled with mattresses, couches, dressers, and chairs. There were news reporters everywhere. I just wanted to get out of this town but I kept having to turn around and try another way because the water was too deep and the main intersections were blocked off. Everyone was outside telling their stories, offering their help to others, and investigating what exactly was left of this historical community. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. As I was exiting Hoboken I had to hop a few fences, take some chances on how deep certain pathways of water were, and I even jumped on a flooded car to get further in my journey. It was completely unnecessary to jump on the car but the town was going crazy anyway and I kind of felt empowered on my great escape. It felt cool to survive this. I’ll never forget it, that’s for sure. -Holly

Sandy and the City, Jersey Too by Christopher N


Hurricane Sandy was an unexpected surprise to the tri state area. Last year when Hurricane Irene came, she did not come through tough, she was joke. When Sandy was talked about, we assumed that she was related to Irene and we are New Yorkers, we can handle anything. But we were wrong, Sandy came and has affecting all of our lives by surprise.

During the storm, everyone in my neighborhood had locked themselves in their homes, I did not think much of it because I just felt wind, and the wind was not anything that I hadn’t felt before. I wondered why the exaggeration? as many stores were closed and roads were empty. As it became late in the night, the wind in my area picked up more and I noticed my fence in my backyard was bent down. I could not believe was I saw, so I pushed the fence up and luckily it was saved. Nothing happened to my home, but I saw others fences down also, but nothing that could not be fixed. I then watched Mayor Michael Bloomberg speak on the news, and I said nothing is happening. I was still not convinced that it was going to be a bad storm.

The next day, when news of what was going on in all areas was shown, I was in shock, and I felt so thankful that my area was not hit and that my family was safe. My heart was broken as I heard deaths and lost homes. It gave me a greater appreciation of my life and life in itself because one day everything is great, and the next day it can be turned upside down.

The tri state area had been slowed down, which is major because this is one of the most productive cities in America, so if we are slow, then the world is slow. People on line for gas for hours, supermarkets empty, black outs, it was if the world was starting to end. These sights made the community and the world down, it did not feel like usual.

My only troubles was days after the storm, Con Edison decided to turn my neighborhoods lights off for a few days. Luckily we had hot water, but the home was cold and boring, because all you could do is lay in bed and sleep; everyones sleeping schedule was off. But off course I could not complain because many were left homeless, lost valuable things, and lost their lives.

I hope everyone can get the help that they need, and that the world comes together to do this. Many media outlets have promoted to help, many celebrities have given back, and many people have donated and helped too. We must continue and I hope everyone can be saved from their troubles and that they continue to be safe. God Bless.

No Phones, No Internet, No Television, No Radio….No Way!!!?????

I was really lucky through the storm.  I live on the Upper East Side and was not affected in the least.  Alas, I was glued to the television watching the destruction and devastation and hurriedly texted and phoned friends in lower Manhattan, Long Island and New Jersey to check in and make sure all were okay.  That was until all my lower Manhattan, Long Island and New Jersey friends ran out of juice.

Fortunately, most of my friends fared okay in the damages department.  For the most part their impact was in the way of electricity, heat, water, gas, food and the like.  Several sustained water damage in the basements of their houses and or beach houses.  I had several refugees staying at my place and still have a Long Beach beau who has yet to get any power in his apartment building.  We traveled out there to help out many of his friends last Saturday and were just devastated by the looks of things.


But it’s my Los Angeles guy pal, who’s moved here temporarily to shoot a new TV series, that was definitely communications-challenged.  He’s moved into a new,  furnished high rise down at South Street Seaport.  My friend, Mitch, is a media-freak.  He’s a news junkie, a pop culture TV conn0isseur, a movie maven and an NPR follower.   His highrise was hit hard from the East River water and he lost all communications for days.    At some point he made it to a friend’s house in Brooklyn and sought food, shelter and electricity there.  But to top it all off, the production studio that they had booked to shoot the TV show (new show on FX starring Keri Russell.  Show called “The Americans.”  Launches in January), had been flooded by the Gowanus.  They had to bring in scientists to test the facility as apparently the Gowanus is contaminated.  Nightmare for Mitch!!  Production has been postponed for a few weeks and hopefully he’ll make his production schedule and airdates.  Certainly not the end of the world, though, compared to so many others far, far, far more unfortunate.
Give to the REDCROSS!  Donate food, clothing and or just your time.  Every little bit will surely help!!!



“No matter how bad the storm is, we will be there, together. No matter how bad the storm is, we recover, together. We are all in this together. We rise or fall as one nation and as one people.”
— Barack Obama

As New York City began its recovery from Hurricane Sandy, New Yorkers, Commuters, Tourist, Elite professionals, Televised TV Shows and others came together to support and give help to those who were and still at need. Take a look below to see some of the people who came together last Friday to help New York get back on their street!

Stars perform to help Hurricane Sandy victims

New Jersey natives Bruce Springsteen and Jon Bon Jovi joined Sting, Christina Aguilera and other music stars on last Friday in a televised benefit concert to raise funds for victims of Sandy.

Seasame Street aired a very special episode for all of those people going through the devastating disaster of Sandy. The concept of the show was based on a hurricane that has swept through Sesame Street and everyone working together to clean up the neighborhood. When Big Bird checks on his home, he is heartbroken to find that the storm has destroyed his nest. Big Bird’s friends and neighbors gather to show their support and let him know they can fix his home, but it will take time. While everyone on Sesame Street spends the next few days cleaning up and making repairs, Big Bird still has moments where he is sad, angry, and confused. His friends help him cope with his emotions by talking about what happened, drawing pictures together, and giving him lots of hugs. They also comfort Big Bird by offering him temporary places he can eat, sleep, and play. Big Bird remembers all the good times he had at his nest and realizes that once it is rebuilt, there are more good times and memories to come. Finally the day has come where most of the repairs to Big Bird’s home are done and his nest is complete. As he is about to try it out, though, the city nest inspector says it not safe, yet, because the mud isn’t dry. Big Bird is sad that he has to wait another day, but Snuffy comes to the rescue and blows the nest dry and he passes the test! Big Bird thanks everyone for being his friend and helping to rebuild his nest and his home.

Through this hard time. lets all stick together, rebuild New York City and help those at need!

If you are looking for ways to donate and help, these are excellent resource-rich lists and links full of ways to help out including: volunteering, serving food, assisting with cleanup, donating blood, and sorting through donations:

Hurricane Sandy resources: How you can volunteer and donate

NY Cares – Hurricane Sandy Response Volunteer Projects

How To Help – Sandy Recovery

List of New York City shelters

NYC Food Trucks donating their food and time to devastated communities

and you can also donate directly to the Red Cross here:

Red Cross Disaster Relief