On Katrina

On New Orleans and Displacement

I can't help being mean-spirited and wishing that the loud-mouthed yuppie woman flapping her yap right now on Fox news, on a panel of merciless, (except for two, who still have humane instincts), so-called experts ?? who's just now proclaimed that there should be a film called "leachies", about the displaced people of New Orleans who were ousted from everything they knew and loved by the awful hurricaine, Katrina, - I can't help hoping that that lady's karma finds her and puts her, somehow, in their shoes someday.

It's human nature to feel that justice is being perverted, as I know, but it's not human, let alone humane, to fail to understand what it really feels to be berift of home, family, even of family members who were killed in that storm, and everything you knew and loved.

The real reason for all of it is, as we know, money.

The secondary and related issue is that yuppies like her want the region near the water that these less-than-well-heeled people used to live in.

Another heartless person, another woman, said that if they can't afford the expensive flood insurance, then others who can should live there.

Echoing the rim of soulless yuppies who've eaten up the Southern coastline like so many sharks in a ring, some of whom even discount the Federal law giving access to any and everyone to all American beaches at all times, trying to tell people that ,"oh, sorry, this is a private beach, you know...", and I've seen sad and embarrassed people even comply with their nefarious wishes to throw them off their own beaches!! - well, this is another case where we, the people, are kept wondering just who allowed the levee to break!

Hearing Howlin' Wolf's voice in my head, I now wonder what happened in the old days, when similar levees broke.

The poorer people tended to be amassed in the low-lying areas then, for just that reason.

They were given the hardest work - loading and unloading the ships - and the most dangerous housing, in flood zones.

And now, with the new breed of yuppies desperate for ever-shrinking coastal property, the situation has reversed itself.

Now those who have close ties to home, area, townships, and wish to be able to visit their loved ones graves are carted out, the way once children were first bussed for hours into new territories without their consent, forced to attend schools in distant regions, and yet now these people cannot go home again.

We are the richest nation on Earth.

Gluttonous. A nation of fat people.

Fat in many ways.

Our country used to stand up for its' own people.

Our government now reflects the health industry.

Emphasis on industry.

Government is now only a business.

Heartless and all.

Cold, orderly.

Hitler would be proud of America now.

Is that woman aware of the statistics that moving away from home and family is second only to loss of a close loved one on the ladder of grief?

That sadness of this nature, utter loss of this kind, engenders health loss too?

That by her coldness she's causing innocent people, kids who've lost their pets, family's who've lost their only photos of their fathers, their only connections to their past, the tools they needed to work with, their cars their clothing, and all their identity to be bussed away to entirely new areas and cities where they've never wanted even to visit?

To bad places?

Dangerous ones?

To cheap and cramped housing?

Unfamiliar surroundings?

Too often those who should feel pity and empathy instead throw everything away, push it away from them in anger and impatience.

These cold-blooded yuppies on TV - I still can't help wishing they were walking right now in their shoes - the shoes of the victims of hurricaine Katrina.

Justice is God's, we know, but aid is supposed to come from one's own government.

We all know that.

It's basic - or used to be - to America.

That is where I want my own tax dollars to go.

To help our own people in need, not to bomb others into homelessness and displacement.

Anyone with me?