I just got back from Tuscaloosa. Some friends and I loaded up the truck with bottled water, bought some trash bags and gloves, and headed that way. We started seeing the damages as soon as we got close to town on 82. We tried to hook up with some volunteer groups, but the whole thing was poorly run and the Red Cross wasn't taking any more volunteers. There were literally hundreds of people who had driven into town to try and help and parked in the median.
We circled around and drove into downtown. Then we parked at Central High School and walked down 15th Street with as many cases of water as we could carry. We made our way down Hargrove Ave into the neighborhoods that were hit. I can't describe it. Not really. I teared up when I saw how awful it was. That whole neighborhood is completely destroyed. They will have to bulldoze it all. Central Church of Christ, which I attended when I went to school and worked in Tuscaloosa, is basically no more. We walked around, passing out waters to people who were trying to salvage something out of their houses, listening to stories and praying with people. We hooked up with one family who had the middle of their home destroyed. Spent the day helping them gather things up and nail boards across the windows to try and prevent looting. When we finished, we dropped off the waters that we had left in the truck at the Rec Center.
It was emotionally draining to see Tuscaloosa in that shape, but I was deeply moved by the number of people who came to help. But the scars that tornado left will remain for many years to come.