$ Biloxi, Casinos, and Cold Cash $

Wednesday, December 14th, 2005:
My idea that she wanted another casino card dealing job evaporated as the middle aged woman sighed and glanced at the floor.
"I took too much money from too many people. You just have to keep making them think they can win even after they go back to the car and get the baby food money. It's all about false hope."
We worked on a new résumé, which she planned to use to apply for an airport security job.
"I want something more useful, where I won't feel that I'm always trying to steal peoples’ money. You look at them, and they know they're losing, but they just can't stop."
The Katrina victims seeking résumé and employment assistance opened the unscreened windows into their minds today. I hope they felt listened to, and that we boosted their confidence.
"I was working two jobs, at the Daycare, and at the Magic Casino. The Storm destroyed both buildings and flooded my home...I guess you just have to build back up. That's all you can do; start again."
Personal accounts of splintered homes and broken lives reverberate off the twisted metal in Biloxi, and through our minds.

Nick Ware ‘08