In the chaos following the hurricane on Thursday this group of refugees stood
out: a 6-year-old boy walking down the road, holding a 5-month-old,
surrounded by five toddlers who followed him around as if he were their
leader.
They were holding hands. Three of the children were about 2 years
old, and one was wearing only diapers. A 3-year-old girl, who wore
colorful barrettes on the ends of her braids, had her 14-month-old
brother in tow. The 6-year-old spoke for all of them, and he told
rescuers his name was Deamonte Love.
"How did a 6-year-old end up being in charge of six babies?"
At rescue headquarters in Baton Rouge Deamonte volunteered his vital statistics. He said
his father was tall and his mother was short. He gave his address, his
phone number and the name of his elementary school. He said that the 5-month-old was his brother, Darynael, and that two
others were his cousins. The other three lived in his
apartment building.
In time Deamonte began to give more details to rescue workers. How he saw his mother cry when he was loaded onto the
helicopter. How he promised her he'd take care of his little brother.
Late Saturday night, they found Deamonte's mother, who was in a shelter
in San Antonio along with the four mothers of the other five children. What happened the Thursday after the hurricane, she said, was that her
family, trapped in an apartment building on the 3200 block of Third
Street in New Orleans, began to feel desperate.
The water wasn't going down and they had been living without light, food
or air conditioning for four days. The baby needed milk and the milk
was gone. So she decided they would evacuate by helicopter. When a
helicopter arrived to pick them up, they were told to send the children
first and that the helicopter would be back in 25 minutes. She and her
neighbors had to make a quick decision.
It was a wrenching moment.
Deamonte's grandfather, Adrian Love, told his mother told her to send the children ahead.
"I told them to go ahead and give them up, because me, I would give my
life for my kids. "They
were shedding tears. I said, 'Let the babies go.' "
His daughter and her friends followed his advice.
"We did what we had to do for our kids, because we love them."
The helicopter didn't come back. While the children were
transported to Baton Rouge, their parents wound up in Texas. Days
passed without any contact. On Sunday, she was elated when her children were found.
"All I know is I just want to see my kids," she said. "Everything else will just fall into place."
--adapted from an LA Times article found here