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Read him and weep, just shut the door and cry a bit. Where are we? What are we doing? What is taking us so long, and why on God's Green Earth is the Idiot in Chief waiting another day to go to the Gulf of Mexico.
I haven't written about the horror that is New Orleans, it is too much to take in, to comprehend. I spoke with Pasquin at lunch briefly and we agreed that everyone has a New Orleans story; if you've been there you have a story to tell about it, New Orleans is that kind of place. It makes the tragedy seem more tangible to us or so it appears.
What is happening there right now could be alleviated, somewhat at least. If we can save others from themselves certainly we can help the poorest among us. The people stranded are the sick, the old, the poor and the very young; the most helpless and the neediest. They are living in conditions that we cannot comprehend.
My Sissy survived the Hurricane that hit Galveston in 1900; she was tied to a pole on the top of a bakery having been handed off to strangers at the tender age of 2. Women are handing their 2 year olds off to strangers now. My Sissy, though, was able to leave Galveston before the death and decay hit, these poor souls are sitting in it, beside it and watching it rise up around them. Sissy made us tapes; telling us the stories of her life, the Hurricane of 1900 is the one I have heard replayed in my mind in this last week: Men walking along the beach looking at rows of dead bodies trying to find lost wives and children, massive bonfires to prevent disease and women and children being evacuated from the ravaged city, not much has changed in 100 years I keep thinking, not much at all really.
I haven't written about the horror that is New Orleans, it is too much to take in, to comprehend. I spoke with Pasquin at lunch briefly and we agreed that everyone has a New Orleans story; if you've been there you have a story to tell about it, New Orleans is that kind of place. It makes the tragedy seem more tangible to us or so it appears.
What is happening there right now could be alleviated, somewhat at least. If we can save others from themselves certainly we can help the poorest among us. The people stranded are the sick, the old, the poor and the very young; the most helpless and the neediest. They are living in conditions that we cannot comprehend.
My Sissy survived the Hurricane that hit Galveston in 1900; she was tied to a pole on the top of a bakery having been handed off to strangers at the tender age of 2. Women are handing their 2 year olds off to strangers now. My Sissy, though, was able to leave Galveston before the death and decay hit, these poor souls are sitting in it, beside it and watching it rise up around them. Sissy made us tapes; telling us the stories of her life, the Hurricane of 1900 is the one I have heard replayed in my mind in this last week: Men walking along the beach looking at rows of dead bodies trying to find lost wives and children, massive bonfires to prevent disease and women and children being evacuated from the ravaged city, not much has changed in 100 years I keep thinking, not much at all really.
posted by Rugo at 1:16 PM
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