Late on the night of September 21, 1989, Hurricane Hugo ripped through Charleston, unleashing 138-mile-per-hour winds and 20-foot tidal surges. Just as the violent swirl of wind, rain, and devastation threatened to completely overwhelm, the eye of the storm passed over and an eerie quiet settled on the coast. In his path of destruction, Hugo left a region forever changed, a history permanently divided. And for 20 years, memories of that fateful night have echoed across the Lowcountry
