08/29/2026
21 years after Hurricane Katrina, Darlene Jones' story is what emerging stronger looks like: living in a home that's secure and built to withstand whatever comes next. And, as always, she's still choosing joy: "I was determined that I was not going to be an old, mean, resentful, ugly person. That was just not going to be me."
Darlene rode out Hurricane Katrina in a senior apartment building that once housed the first Black hospital in the South. She wouldn't leave without the two dogs she'd rescued from the floodwater, and waited for the Army to airlift all three out together.
From a shelter in Chicago, she watched land speculators offer cash for properties sight unseen. So she took her $2,500 government stipend, bought a car, and drove alone back to New Orleans to photograph every property she could find, so fellow evacuees could see what they'd left behind and decide for themselves what came next.
She eventually made it home. First to a FEMA trailer in her father's yard, then to an 825-square-foot house in the Tremé that she bought in 2007, determined to plant herself back in the community she'd always fought for.
What she didn't know: that house had been quietly falling apart since the day she bought it. Floors with holes in them. A wall pulling away from the structure. A living room ceiling that eventually collapsed. She applied for assistance program after assistance program. It took years just to get the wall fixed.
Then word reached Strongward (formerly SBP). A friend who knew Darlene's decades of community organizing told our staff about her house. We came out, assessed the damage, and got to work: repairing and repainting the exterior, restoring her living room walls and ceiling, reinstalling her ceiling fan, securing the ductwork, and building in resilience with a FORTIFIED roof and protective window and door barriers.
"[Strongward] saved me," Darlene says. "Literally."
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