Lepers in Louisiana: The Story of Carville

I was recently in a bookstore looking for a couple books to bring on a trip, when a book called In the Sanctuary of Outcasts caught my eye. The book, written by Neil White, promised to discuss the last leper colony in the U.S., which I had heard was located in the town of Carville, LA. White was convicted of bank fraud and sentenced to serve time in a low-security federal penitentiary. At the time he was sentenced he didn't realize that he would come to meet, and later accept as friends, those with Hansen's Disease - more commonly known as leprosy.

The book, of course, spends a lot of time talking about White's redemptive journey from being a selfish, serial check-kiter to someone who is somewhat less selfish and very understanding of those who suffer from Hansen's Disease. (It's a fine book overall, but I was a little unconvinced of any deeper transformation.) More interesting to me were the bits he included about the facility itself.

The colony welcomed it's first patients in the 1890s. Unfortunately for the patients, moving to Carville was usually not their choice. Many were ripped from their homes as children, and lived their entire lives at the leprosarium. The stigma of Hansen's Disease is strong – a stigma that dates as far back as the Bible or beyond. In the beginning, most residents faced mandatory quarantine at Carville. Decades later, residents were given the option to leave. Most chose to continue to live at Carville – perhaps knowing that the outside world would not be accepting.

In 1921, the U.S. Public Health Service took control of Carville, and it became the National Leprosarium of the United States. In 1986, the facility became the Gillis W. Long Hansen's Disease (Leprosy) Center, named after a U.S. Congressman who advocated for those with Hansen's Disease. In the late 1990s, the center officially moved into Baton Rouge, although a museum remains. The rest of the grounds, as I understand it, are now primarily used by the Louisiana National Guard.

In the airport on the way home, I decided to look at a map. I had heard of Carville, and knew it was fairly close to Baton Rouge, but for some reason I thought it was on the other side of the river. I was surprised to see that not only is Carville on the same side of the river as me, but it was shockingly close to my house. In fact, when I recently rode the White Castle ferry, I needed only to take a left turn to see the compound. I knew immediately that I needed to do a blog post about it.

After doing some research the last couple of days, I decided to set out toward Carville this evening. Unfortunately the pictures are not my best work. The compound is completely fenced in and there is virtually nowhere to stop and take pictures. I was also a little flustered by the military police around. Nevertheless, here is what I saw.

Getting close.



These photos are of Indian Mound Plantation, the sugar plantation that became the leprosarium.







White discusses the Catholic Church located on the colony several times. I assumed this was it.



Note the covered walkway on the right. At one time, it was thought that avoiding sunlight was helpful to those with Hansen's Disease. Thus the covered walkways throughout the compound.



This appeared to be one of the dormitories. It may have been home to Hansen's Disease patients, federal convicts, or both.



Although it was almost chilling for me to see these buildings in person, I know that these photographs may not satisfy your curiosity. More photos of the colony can be found here, if you'd like to learn more.

I've been jotting down ideas for more posts lately, just need to find time to get out and do the photography. Hope to do another post soon.

Comings and Goings

Hello, dear reader. My travels have slowed down a bit over the past few weeks, but I've still been out taking a few photos. I'm not sure when I'll be able to do another cohesive post, so I thought I'd tide you over with some miscellaneous stuff I've seen over the last month or two.

First, here are a few pictures I took in and around my home parish of Ascension Parish about two months ago. These first few are from the town on Donaldsonville.







“Art Bank”






These next couple were taken in Iberville Parish on the same day. They were right next door to each other, and look like replicas of famous River Road plantations. The first is clearly a replica of Oak Alley Plantation. I know the second one looks familiar but I can't place it. Perhaps one of my South Louisiana readers can help.





This is a little hidden gem tucked off River Road in Ascension Parish, seemingly abandonded.





These next few were seen along LA-3127, primarily in St. James Parish.



You can find out more about the picture below here.



I saw these sugarcane trailers near the road in St. Martin Parish.



A whimsical (South-Louisiana-related) photo taken in our pantry as I was working on macro shots. My wife asked why I was taking pictures in the pantry. There's really no good answer for something like that.



These next few were taken in Napoleonville, in St. John Parish. Napoleonville probably warrants a more detailed post somewhere down the line.







E.D. White Historical Site, located near Thibodaux. (More information here.)



Neat building in Napoleonville.





These next few were taken a couple weekends ago at my in-laws' camp at Flase River, in Point Coupee Parish. False River is an oxbow lake – formerly part of the Mississippi River that cut itself off. The first couple are of a charismatic duck that had laid her eggs in the yard right next to the bulkhead.







Practicing macro again...



An abandoned pier on False River.



Have I mentioned that LSU is a pretty big deal here? At some point I will get over to campus and do a post about it.



Next couple are Ascension Parish again.



This one makes me sad. Alligator Bayou Tours was a jewel of Ascension Parish. You can read about the controversy that forced its closing here.



Manchac Road, which runs through the Spanish Lake basin.





Now in Iberville Parish.





To wrap up our little excursion, here is a house I photographed last weekend near St. Gabriel.





That's it for now, but I received my Father's Day present early (below, along with a tripod generously lent by my lovely mother-in-law), so keep your eyes peeled for better and better photography in the near future.