The Devil’s Own Day in Houston: Letter from the Publisher

by Rainey Knudson August 29, 2017

It is anything but hyperbole to say this is the most catastrophic flooding event in the city of Houston’s history. Tropical Storm Allison, a 500-year-flood, held the title for just 16 years. – Space City Weather

Photo by Houston artist Prince Varughese Thomas

A few days ago, many of us were a little disappointed with our Hurricane Harvey experience. We got bored and joked online about running low on cocktail fixings. Then the heavens opened.

[Before I go on, Texas Monthly put together a good list of things you can do to help. There will surely be more needs in the coming weeks and months, long after the show is over. We are also partnering with Fresh Arts and other local organizations to get information to artists who have been affected. We will continue to do so.]

I always say that I’d rather live with hurricanes than earthquakes, because at least you know the hurricanes are coming. But that’s not entirely true: even as you watch storms menace their way across the Gulf of Mexico, you still don’t really know what’s going to happen. Usually not much does — they miss you or they weaken, and it all ends with a fizzle. But every so often, it’s as bad as they predict or worse. The writer Peter Lucas commented to me that hurricanes are a regular reminder that we know nothing.

Of course, that nothing comes wrapped in a sense of drama and even a kind of fun. At first, a hurricane is like Christmas: you’ve got plenty of food and drink in the house, and you’re not planning on going anywhere. You pull out decks of cards and board games and candles for when the power goes out. But you’re also in an anxious state that’s equal parts boredom and tension. You might just get some rain, or you might lose your house and all your possessions, and possibly even your life. You don’t know.

And then the spectacle of suffering unfolds.

Photo by Houston theater manager Dennis Draper

For everyone outside of the region, the horror show has played out on a screen. You’re watching it and commenting on it on social media, and anxiously texting all of us here: are you OK? Strangely, it’s the same for many of us living in the midst of it: although many people’s experience of the storm has been harrowingly real, others have gone through this without losing electricity or seeing water in their homes, even though it may have come alarmingly close. The difference for us here is, we know the people in the pictures. The destroyed homes are homes we’ve visited in the past, belonging to people we know personally.

If you want your faith in humanity restored, watch people during a bad storm. It’s trite, but we’re really at our best in these situations. American civil society seems to be doing alright, and nobody here is thinking about the bullshit and the politics and the differences. Everybody is trying to lend a hand. You go out on the street and ask if people are OK. Maybe you go farther and volunteer to help people who have been evacuated, or you welcome near-strangers into your home. Everyone wants to be a good neighbor.

And so the terrible beauty of the natural disaster (and it is dreadfully, terrifyingly beautiful) is matched by the terrible beauty of the fact that, in the moment, we easily fall into the human empathy that we know we should be capable of demonstrating on a daily basis. Along with the spectacle of suffering comes the spectacle of generosity and heroism by regular people. You can’t help but be inspired.


True, I’ve seen a few stupidly obsessive things on social media: how Texas deserves this because we are all a bunch of conservative jerks who don’t believe in climate change; or arguments by armchair quarterbacks thousands of miles away about whether the city should have evacuated; or pointless, pile-on rants about how a dumb “prosperity gospel” megachurch didn’t open its doors. But in the midst of the intense fugue state of the storm, I’m not remotely tempted to dig into any fruitless, upsetting online bickering. There have been far more pressing things to worry about as the horrible, all-too-specific stories have begun to emerge — friends who’ve lost everything, arts organizations that have been devastated — and that level of national political chatter we all swim in every day suddenly seems completely inane, one-dimensional, and (refreshingly) alien.

I’d like to hang on to this clarity — that so much of the hysterical garbage we see on the Internet is just hysterical garbage — once the waters have receded and the crisis is over. We can’t hold onto the feeling of being in the midst of such a catastrophe (nor, I suppose, should we want to), but we can try to resist the suckhole of inertia on Facebook as it serves up the next doo-dad groomed by algorithms to please our personal political fancy. We can dig down for that empathy, and try to keep being a good neighbor to the people who need it. There is going to be a lot of sheetrock that needs to get ripped out. There are going to be a lot of lives that need to be rebuilt.

We’ve had the devil’s own day in Houston. This is going to be a fight for the city and for this whole region, and the national conversation will inevitably move on from this latest natural disaster. But for those of us who live in this wild, energetic, forward-looking sprawl of a city, it’s a fight worth taking on. We love this city, which, as it turns out, means we love each other.

Photo by Houston writer Peter Lucas: on the worst day of the storm, the Tierra Caliente taco truck showed up to feed people.





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E. Dan Klepper August 29, 2017 - 10:19

Right on, Rainey. Thanks for this.

Andy Feehan August 29, 2017 - 10:33

I am watching all this in horror and disbelief, finding myself tempted to make smartasss remarks about certain politicians and climate-change deniers and real estate developers, but knowing that doesn’t help has kept me mostly in check. I was touched by something I saw, a photo of a black sheriff’s deputy carrying two white kids to safety, with a comment that perhaps such an image would be a fitting replacement for the Confederate monuments.
My old pal Igor Alexander referred to some lines from T.S. Eliot’s “Dry Salvages” (from the Four Quartets), that seemed to fit, and I’ll repeat them here:

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river
Is a strong brown god—sullen, untamed and intractable,
Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier;
Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce;
Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.
The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten
By the dwellers in cities—ever, however, implacable.
Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder
Of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated
By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.

Teresa Megahan August 29, 2017 - 10:36

Hi Rainey. It’s torturous trying to gauge what’s real and what’s hype. I talk every day to friends who stayed. I woke at four o’clock this morning and checked the webcam on The Strand only to feel the heartbreak of seeing the waters rise for the first time in a weekend full of checking. Thanks for the levity.

david sokolec August 29, 2017 - 11:35

Great essay. You know all of our thoughts and prayers are with everyone there. Stay safe.

Loli August 29, 2017 - 11:40

Beautifully said. Let us keep our hearts and minds in what we can do and do it!

Missy Finger August 29, 2017 - 12:31

I have tried to find out about many of our friends and artists in Houston, and cannot remember everyone. Thank you, Rainey, for this insightful essay. I am concerned for the arts community in Houston. Yours is a very strong and admirable community that we always brag about. Money will be tighter in the months to come. Everyone will be struggling to just make sense of their own lives and future. We wish you good health and promise for a brighter future ahead. Peace.

William Mouton August 29, 2017 - 12:53

Fantastic. You touched on many points that describe how Houstonian are feeling. At this time it seems like getting through the storm is the easy part. It’s the rebuilding of people’s lives and restructuring memories that will prove to be the hard part for many months and years to come.

Buck Johnston August 29, 2017 - 12:59

Thank you, Rainey. Thinking of all our friends in Houston. We love you guys!

Diane Griffin Gregory August 29, 2017 - 14:48

Thank you, Rainey. This is a marvelous description of the true heart of Houston.

Sarah Fox August 29, 2017 - 16:31

Beautiful! Thank you Rainey.

Clare Cooper August 29, 2017 - 19:51

Absolute perfection!! Amazing piece of writing!

joel Sampson August 29, 2017 - 20:57

Nice bit of writing. I hope all my artist friends in my ‘second home town’ are safe and dry.

Kathryn Josey August 30, 2017 - 00:26

Thank you Rainey! Beautifully written and love your description of the incredible people who live here during this catastrophic event. As a fourth generation Houstonian, it’s amazing to see how generous, sincere and loving Houstonian’s truly are, especially in a crisis. True colors really show and shine through the darkness which is beyond wonderful. I sincerely thank all persons who have helped rescue those in need and pray continually for all of us to be healed and our city as well. I’m proud to be a native Houstonian. Much thanks again, Rainey.
Kathryn Josey

Ben August 30, 2017 - 20:35

God bless Texas.

Christian August 30, 2017 - 23:21

The short-sightedness of our leaders and our laissez-faire politics has to be overcome by us uniting to save this city and ourselves…


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