It's an uphill battle to cheer myself up by coming here and browsing the forum. If it's possible to be in shock, full of fatalistic conclusions, and yet livid beyond belief all at the same time, I'd say that would be an accurate description of how I'm feeling right now.
People giving away their infants to strangers, women giving birth on the sidewalk and the newborns dying. nurses injecting themselves with IV solutions to keep their strength up because they don't have any food or water and have to ignore people near death, cart the dead to stairwells, hand-pump breathing bags and endure overflowing bathrooms, people living without food and water for four days in feces and garbage, roving gangs shooting at innocent civilians and medical crews, gang-rapes and looting, rotting corpses in the street, families drowning in their attics as their pets tangled themselves in power lines and electrocuted themselves, entire communities gone, fire-ants floating on gasoline and oil spills, reporters breaking down in complete heartache, stranded on police rooftops until the troops find them...
All the while, the FEMA director is congratulating himself on 'how well and efficiently' everything is going, claiming that he had no idea there were 30,000 people at the Convention Center, dying in cesspools of utter despair and their own waste.
Yes, there are many looters and gangs in the city. Yes, some people chose not to evacuate--but most of them had nowhere else to go or not enough transportation to find shelter. Most of them are poor, and almost all of them are black.
Normally I hate the 24-hour news networks for broadcasting meaningless garbage. They have their work cut out for them now: spreading the truth to the world about how much we really care about our poor.
You can bet that if this was Westchester, the Hamptons, Greenwich or Manhattan, the doors of the White House would be beaten down by now. The worst part is that most of the National Guard deployed in Iraq makes up a good portion of public service jobs in local communities, like firefighters and police.
I feel compelled to keep watching, day and night, because the volunteer sessions aren't until next week, and I owe it to them to, at the very least, be their witness. It's worse than 9-11, and I can't ever forget the looks on those faces. They're going to haunt me until the day I die.
I have never been more ashamed of our country than I am right now. This is not my America. This isn't happening here. This CAN'T happen here.
Maybe if I say it long enough, I can convince even myself.