“Don’t throw up now,” Mike King says as he begins to remove his right foot from a plastic bag. What “started off with a little spot,” King says, is now a full-blown infection that has caused his foot to grow to twice its normal size. Most of his heel bone is visible, emerging out of his skin. The stench of rotting flesh is overwhelming. “That’s bone I’m walking on. I’m walking on nothing but bone, you know. Every time I put my foot down it hurts.”
A New Orleans native, King, 57, is squatting in what’s left of a building he has called home for 20 years, long before the post-Katrina floods gutted the shotgun structure. He moved back in after a stint at the Superdome, where he stayed after the storm. His home is one of New Orleans’ estimated 43,000 abandoned buildings — the worst such statistic of any U.S. city other than Detroit. A drive through the Big Easy will show many of these properties are hardly vacant.
Mike Miller, who does outreach work with the city’s homeless, spends his days, and more importantly his nights, looking for “the sickest of the sick” — people like King who are hanging on by a thread. Miller, who works for a local nonprofit called UNITY, says that when he’s out on his rounds, in addition to humans, he sees “fleas, lice, mice, rats, raccoons, possums and various other swamp creatures that most cities don’t have to think about.”
He points to a hornet’s nest forming in a light fixture at one “squat,” as he calls abandoned but inhabited buildings. The woman he’s gone to visit, who has just fled out the back, is in terrible shape. “This lady has a partial amputation of her finger. Got bit by a mouse.” But a missing finger is the least of the 39-year-old’s problems. She’s HIV positive, paranoid schizophrenic and down to about 90 lb. In the corner of the front room is a bedroll, basically the springs of an old mattress covered with a few jackets. The area of the floor on which she sleeps is a mess of plastic-foam containers, food wrappers, empty bottles, Doritos and feces.
