“This is our block,” he said, pointing the gun down a side street.

“This is our block,” he said, pointing the gun down a side street. “Go that way.”

WWL-TV 4 of New Orleans showed a video of the confrontation. The “police” seemed official but didn’t

show badges.

Some better news from this report:

In the absence of information and outside assistance, groups of rich and poor banded together in the

French Quarter, forming “tribes” and dividing up the labor.

As some went down to the river to do the wash, others remained behind to protect property. In a bar, a

bartender put near-perfect stitches into the torn ear of a robbery victim.

While mold and contagion grew in the muck that engulfed most of the city, something else sprouted in

this most decadent of American neighborhoods – humanity.

“Some people became animals,” Vasilioas Tryphonas said Sunday morning as he sipped a hot beer in

Johnny White’s Sports Bar on Bourbon Street. “We became more civilized.”