For the last week I’ve been trying to write something about the fourth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, but couldn’t say anything that came close to what I was feeling. I had wanted to teach a unit on this at the start of the school year, but I cannot do the work that will enable me to teach. I tried to watch When the Levees Broke and was crying even before the film really got started. I read about the storm and I get such a pain in my chest I have to stop. I can’t even explain my reaction. I wasn’t there. I no longer have family there. The people I know who live in the area were safe.
I saw this on Friday:
and I was sickened beyond description. I’ve never heard of Neal Boortz, and (obviously) I don’t listen to his program, but how much as to be wrong with you to have this thought form in your head and heart, to have these words come out of your mouth? And what’s wrong with the people who do listen, who support him, who think he’s got the right idea? People died, people’s lives were ruined, families were devastated. We watched our government fail entire communities in crisis. And Boortz has the gall to talk about these people as “human debris,” to talk about how Katrina cleansed New Orleans?
I still can’t speak.