churning in a shimmering sea of uncertainty and unquenchable tragedy.
If I weren't such a prissy I would say FUCK over and over again with wreck-less abandon.
I have lots of pictures in my camera of the devastation in New Orleans... BUT I LEFT MY DIGITAL CAMERA CABLE AT HOME!!!
But I am not sure I can do this epic tragedy justice by mere photos. I spent six hours walking around the ruins of the Ninth Ward and St. Bernard Parish. You can deny. You can reject. You can play dumb. It's tempting, it's understandable, to want to block it all out and go "LALALALA Haven't heard about it in the news SO ALL MUST BE OK!!". But the truth is, my dear US of A, an entire city (except some higher and more affluent areas in the Quarter, Garden District and Uptown) has been leveled to look like some remote 3rd world village hit by an earthquake catastrophe. Businesses are closed, people are gone, reconstruction has barely started. I do not think the Ninth Ward and the poorest, most racially mixed areas, WILL be rebuilt; as there is no money to gut it, those places remain now as an abandoned devastated ghost town (yet we have the money to launch unwinnable and unjustifiable wars...oooh must save Iraqis but let the blacks die in NOLA!).
All houses are eerily marked in spray paint by the date, some official number and number of dead bodies found. The SPCA has done a thorough job of marking pets found dead or alive. Wyatt showed me the roofs he broke into in order to save people, people that would have died because there was no other help to be found.
Everywhere I saw buildings marked "NFW", Wyatt joked that it means "Now a Fucking Waste." It probably has something to do with condemned flood water buildings, but Wyatt's definition is appropriate.
Oh well. I am so glad the world has more important things to dwell on, like whether to say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays".
I have lots of pictures in my camera of the devastation in New Orleans... BUT I LEFT MY DIGITAL CAMERA CABLE AT HOME!!!
But I am not sure I can do this epic tragedy justice by mere photos. I spent six hours walking around the ruins of the Ninth Ward and St. Bernard Parish. You can deny. You can reject. You can play dumb. It's tempting, it's understandable, to want to block it all out and go "LALALALA Haven't heard about it in the news SO ALL MUST BE OK!!". But the truth is, my dear US of A, an entire city (except some higher and more affluent areas in the Quarter, Garden District and Uptown) has been leveled to look like some remote 3rd world village hit by an earthquake catastrophe. Businesses are closed, people are gone, reconstruction has barely started. I do not think the Ninth Ward and the poorest, most racially mixed areas, WILL be rebuilt; as there is no money to gut it, those places remain now as an abandoned devastated ghost town (yet we have the money to launch unwinnable and unjustifiable wars...oooh must save Iraqis but let the blacks die in NOLA!).
All houses are eerily marked in spray paint by the date, some official number and number of dead bodies found. The SPCA has done a thorough job of marking pets found dead or alive. Wyatt showed me the roofs he broke into in order to save people, people that would have died because there was no other help to be found.
Everywhere I saw buildings marked "NFW", Wyatt joked that it means "Now a Fucking Waste." It probably has something to do with condemned flood water buildings, but Wyatt's definition is appropriate.
Oh well. I am so glad the world has more important things to dwell on, like whether to say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays".
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