Keep Fighting, Texas No. 7 is a heartbreakingly honest zine of two friend’s lives after Hurricane Katrina. Switching between the two narrators (you can tell who’s speaking by the different fonts), this zine chronicles the anger, despair, loss, courage, and hope these friends and the New Orleans natives around them experience when struggling to remain in a city that people are constantly giving up on. This zine really shows the dire conditions that John and Hope, and all other New Orleanians alike, had to experience when trying to rebuild their lives. Not only were many not able to physically live in their own houses, but they lost records, photographs, and things saved over the years, endured high rents from limited housing, saw most of their friends move away, and suffered from loss of close friends and family. John and Hope emphasize that not only were these conditions apparent just after the Hurricane, but years later.
What I loved the most about this zine was how honest it was. John and Hope do talk about hope for the future of New Orleans, but they also tell us how they really coped. Tears, fights with friends, fear, feelings of hopelessness, drinks, lots of drinks, and all. But the most amazing part is even after everything they’ve been through they still keep moving on. They deal with the trash on the streets, the constant loss of electricity, the increased crime, (and even the house that was still on top of that car a YEAR LATER), all for their love of New Orleans. They can’t abandon it. Instead they Keep Loving, Keep Fighting.
Favorite Quote: “You leave bits of yourself, constantly. Cells die and slough off, little bits of skin and hair come off and are swept under carpets, into the cracks of the sidewalks and the corners of rooms. The longer you are somewhere, the more of you gets left there, you are a part of what makes up that place. It works the other way, too. The air, the sounds and smells, the things that rub off onto you and are absorbed through your skin. The way people talk and you start talking like that, too. The way the sun effects your pigment. You become a part of your place, and place becomes you.”