There is this waivering for me between useful, or at least sensical response, and the sentimental, emotional response.
Everytime I see pictures of Metairie, I tear up. It's a place I first read about in a book, and somehow that makes it different in my head.
While it doesn't really matter where the president is in terms of getting things done, I'm disgusted by this flyover and disgusted that he's heading back to Washington afterwards. Say all you want about Bill Clinton, but he would have been on the ground in Houston at least, talking to people as they got off the buses and handing them water. He would have. You know it. He would.
The mayor of New Orleans is breaking my heart. If you haven't heard the audio file of his latest statement, it's all over my friends list, go check it out. Powerful stuff.
Eventually, having done not nearly enough in the first place, the powers that be will probably abandon New Orleans to its fate, and there will still be people alive in there wanting to get out when that happens. It's scaring the crap out of me.
Actually this whole thing is scaring the crap out of me. I think they way 9/11 freaked out people not in NYC. We're not really in a hurricaine zone here, and while low-lying NYC is not below sea-level nor does it face the numberous environmental and finanical and other challenges that have always plagued New Orleans. However there are 1-in-500 year events that are capable of creating this type of distruction in my city, and while I've never have faith in the government to keep us safe (I mean, hi, 9/11), I have had faith in systems to maintain order and get people out. Now I don't. The second I get paid this time I am putting together and evac kit, and if I get told to get out, I will, no matter how stupid it sounds. I am freaked out. I am _never_ freaked out about this sort of stuff.
Once again, I must like you to
lori:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lori/478397.htmlSteve Erickson doesn't write about New Orleans often or much. But he writes about cities in decay and race in ways that are really haunting to me, and I can't seem to get away from just rereading passages in all his books during this, both about fictious cities and the real. Maybe all cities are by their nature ficticious - a thought process for another day.