JACKSON, TN. Tornadoes aren’t supposed to
smash downtowns. They’re supposed to destroy
subdivisions, trailer parks, and little towns out in the country.
Sheriff’s deputies and dispatchers aren’t
supposed to huddle under tables and scramble into
bathrooms for shelter. They’re supposed to ride around with
their flashing lights on, scouting the path of the storm
or manning their post at the radio.
Tornado monuments are supposed to be
sacred memorials for the ages, not targets for an even
worse tornado less than two years later.
And brave boys caught in the storm rescue
their mothers while clinging to a pole for dear life in
the movies, not in real life.
But the people of Jackson the unluckiest city
in America this week saw all those things happen
in the terrifying storm that struck Sunday night.
Anyone who ever watched the Weather Channel
and wondered what a decent-sized downtown would
look like if it took a direct hit from one of those
fearsomely photogenic tornadoes found out this week in
Jackson. Cemeteries, historic downtown churches,
eight-story buildings, utility plants, the police station, the
sheriff’s department, the jail, and the Carl Perkins Civic
Center all took major hits. So did the fortress-like building
where the Tennessee Supreme Court meets, and the two
federal buildings, and the most popular downtown
restaurants. The Civil War memorial on the square was
still standing, but not many of the trees around it.
Johnny Williams, CEO of the Jackson Energy
Agency, called it “the most severe disaster in Jackson I have
experienced in 30 years, as far as utilities.” Both of the
city’s water treatment plants were damaged and lost water
pressure. The day after the storm, you couldn’t get a drink
of water downtown, and a single glow-stick lit the
otherwise darkened restroom at the police station.
Unity Park, a memorial to Jackson’s deadly 1999
tornado that was dedicated on October 24, 2001, was
a popular focal point for photographers and television
news crews. One of eight huge concrete balls
commemorating victims of that tornado had been blown off its
pedestal and the little park was littered with storm debris.
Jackson residents marveled that the damage
wasn’t even worse. “I picked up a hailstone as big as a
softball in my front yard,” said David Burke, 53,
who teaches theater at Union University in Jackson.
Curtis Love, 50, was working at a homeless
shelter near downtown when the tornado approached.
As lightning flashed, he could see the outline of the
funnel trailing pale green flashes “that looked like
green lightning” as transformers exploded. “It was
awesome,” Love said. “It was the worst thing I have
ever seen in my life.”
The roof and half of the sanctuary were gone at
St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, built in 1845, making it
the oldest building in continuous use in Madison
County. Members of the church were climbing a pile of
rubble to pick out bricks and stacking them on the sidewalk.
“We will rebuild,” promised the Rev.
Charles Filiatreau.
There was a nervous hour Monday afternoon
when the sky got dark once again and rain began to
fall. People driving through town spread the word
that another tornado watch had been issued for
Madison County and a tornado was on the ground
somewhere out in the country.
At the Madison County Sheriff’s Office,
battered squad cars with broken windows were draped in
black plastic and most of the doors and windows of the
building itself had been blown out. The warning sirens
had also been knocked out and weren’t able to sound
the alarm when, incredibly, a second tornado warning
was issued at 2:45 p.m. Sheriff David L. Woolfork and
a couple dozen employees were as helpless as everyone
else as hail and sideways rain pelted the windows that
hadn’t been broken and wind and water blew through the
open space where the front doors used to be.
“I’ve got this one,” Woolfork joked as he headed for a
bathroom that had already drawn a small crowd. “It’s kind of
like driving around in a Volkswagen.”
That brief storm proved to be just a scare. The funnel
cloud that had been spotted near the rural Denmark
Elementary School south of downtown didn’t touch down this time.
But the big one the night before had ripped a path three miles
long through the community of small homes, farms, and trailers.
On a driveway at the bottom of a hill in front of two piles
of rubble, Anita Rhodes came up to talk to a reporter who wanted
to know what happened in Denmark. She considered the
question for a few seconds and then waved a hand at the piles of sticks.
“This is what happened in Denmark,” she said.
In a weary voice, she told an incredible story. Her
sister-in-law, Rhonda McLaughlin, and her two sons had been in their
trailer when it flipped several times into the woods. During a
pause in the storm, 15-year-old T.J. found his mother in the
woods, lifted two trees off her, and toted her toward the shelter of
a car. But the wind picked up again, and he had to wrap
one arm around a post while clutching his mother with the
other one. Finally he got her to the car, then set off again in
search of his 7-year-old brother Lee and their grandfather,
Larry Kiddy, who lived in the other trailer and was
recuperating from heart surgery.
T.J. found Kiddy and put a tarp over him to
protect him from debris. He was later taken to a Jackson
hospital where he is in intensive care. Mrs. McLaughlin
was taken by helicopter to a hospital in Memphis.
Lee’s body was found in the woods, one of nine
fatalities in Denmark.